Page 31 of The Vampire's Hunter

His bite was orgasmic, and she was still high from the sensation of it. She’d never be able to finish like this on her own.

“But in truth, the phrase is far older, and it means to this,” he laid a soft kiss at her throat, the spot where he’d marked her, bitten her. “A vampire’s kiss. A little death.”

His tongue circled each small puncture, sealing it closed as she let out a pleasured groan, his mark still apparent.

“The true question is, Dani,” he pulled her close, claiming her lips in a soft, tender kiss, as he whispered, “How much do you want to die?”

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For once, Corbin didn’t stop to consider the repercussions of what he was doing, didn’t pause to plan or calculate. All he wanted was to bury himself inside Dani, to wring another orgasm from between those silky lips. Consequences be damned. He’d tried his damnedest to resist her before, but now, in the face of all he’d lost for her, he couldn’t help himself.

Corbin lifted her into his arms, moving with supernatural grace and speed, as he deposited her onto his bed, his hands working in a fury. He had her naked before him in an instant, tearing his own shirt to shreds, and leaving Dani spread eagle and bare before him, save for that goddamn necklace key.

Corbin reached down, gripping the old skeleton key in his fist. “How long?” he whispered. “How long have you had this?”

“A few years,” Dani shrugged, unknowingly, wiggling closer to the edge of the bed near him. “Someone left it for me at the Midnight Coyote.”

Blood fire sparked in his eyes then, his lust going feral. “And you’ve held onto it since?”

She nodded. “It…it came with a note. From a friend, or so, it said.” She shrugged a little, half-lidded eyes looking at him. “They didn’t leave a name. I always figured it was one of the regulars. Someone who admired me a bit.”

Corbin growled his disapproval. “And do you remember what the note said?”

Dani smiled a little, reclaiming it from his hands as if she were holding a precious gift. “It said that the key to all my desires was within my reach, if only I knew where to look for it.”

“And did you?” he asked, his attention rapt, eyes combing her face, her breasts, each breath. “Did you know where to look for it, Dani?”

She shrugged once more like she wasn’t certain why it mattered to him. “I don’t know. I always sort of assumed it was just a message to me, encouragement to claim my power, to not be under Cillian’s thumb anymore. It made me feel like I could be brave.”

“And that’s why you kept it?” he asked, bending to lay a kiss on one of her breasts. His tongue darted over one peaked nipple.

“Yes,” she breathed, arching into him. “Yes, it reminds me I have a choice, a say in where my life goes.”

Corbin didn’t breathe. “And the key?” he asked. “Do you know what it opens?”

Her brow furrowed a little like she was confused by his question. “I…I never bothered to try it, I guess. I wouldn’t know where to look.”

Corbin swallowed, his emotions thick in his throat. “A shame,” he said, lowering himself over her. “After all, keys are meant to open doors, and open doors lead to new opportunities.” He dropped to his knees before her, spreading her wide as he teased her pussy with one slow lick. “What opportunity did you miss, Dani?”

Dani moaned, her answer lost to the heat of his mouth swallowing her whole. His tongue circled her clit, giving and taking. It didn’t take long, until she was bucking against him, coming against his mouth. She was still riding high from his bite, and he hadn’t even given her a drink of him yet.

“So responsive, so soft,” he whispered against her as she shivered.

Corbin stood then, shucking off his clothes and allowing them to fall to the floor, until he stood naked before her, his cock hard and ready.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, like she was hungry from him. Her gaze raked over his nude form and settled on the bead of moisture at the tip of his cock. He smirked at her, tsking his tongue a little.

She didn’t know hunger, and she never would. Not like he did.

Not the kind of hunger that could consume until there was little room left for anything else to exist. He didn’t wish even upon his worst enemy, not even Lucien.

“No more beautiful than you, darling,” he said, drinking her in. “You’re exquisite.”

He took one of her breasts into his mouth, gently pinching and playing with it, until she was gasping, begging for more. Her hands twisted into his hair.

“May I enter you?” he whispered against her skin. “Make you mine?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I might die if you don’t.”

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