Page 92 of Vampire's Breath

I bit my lip. “Yes.” I held his neck, steadying myself as he stepped back, bending down so I could stand.

“Then show me if you learned anything. Your cunt.”

His words made my heart race, my mind screaming to obey, to give him control, simply to feel our connection in a way I’d never allowed with anyone before. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and panties. Pushing them down, I removed them and my shoes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

Lorcan’s eyes roamed my body, his face stone. My arms twitched with the desire to cover my exposed flesh.

I caught a glimmer in his eye as though he were going to say something about my movement, but he stopped himself, reaching his hand forward and sliding a finger through my already wet folds. “If you stay, this is mine.” He brought the soaked digit to his mouth. “This is your last chance to leave.”

I stood rooted in front of him. “You can’t scare me away.”

He took a step closer and cupped my sex in his hand. “What do you want?”

I could feel my cheeks burning as I tried to settle my heart. My gaze locked on his. “For you to claim every inch of me.” I forced the words out, giving him the permission I dreamed of.

Suddenly, I was at the edge of the table, with Lorcan at my back. I fought to catch my breath, not used to the speed or strength with which the beast inside him moved. He kept a hand in the middle of my back as he moved to the side, running his other hand over my ass. “And what about any pain yoursurrender brings? What if I want to make your ass glow the same beautiful color as your cheeks?”

I closed my eyes and swallowed, admitting to myself I wanted this—trusting him to take me to places I’d never seen. With a deep breath, my heart pounding, I surrendered to myself, the desire to know how it felt. I rolled my back so my ass pushed into his hand, offering myself to him in silent agreement. He lifted his palm away before bringing it down in a sharp crack on my bare skin. My lips pressed together, holding in the cry threatening to spill free. A dizzying wave of conflicting desires stoked the fire between my legs, soaking me, and God help me, I wanted him to do it again.

Lorcan hummed in approval, his fingers trailing over the sting. “Good girl,” he murmured with dark satisfaction. “Such a beautiful shade marking you as mine. Holding in that scream was impressive.” He leaned in as I opened my eyes, fighting the tears gathering in the corners. His breath grazed my ear as he wrapped his arm around my leg and slid two fingers into my wetness, curling them just right, pulling a shudder from me. “But don’t get too proud. I promise I will make you scream for me.”

He thrust his fingers deeper, teasing the walls of my cunt, his thumb on my clit. His other hand slid down my spine, causing goose bumps on my flesh. “Oh, wildflower.” His voice was thick. “It is going to be so much fun to break you.”

His words should have scared me—but they didn’t. I wanted to know the pain of shattering beneath him, to come undone at his hands, knowing only he could put me back together. I tried to answer, but could only focus on the trembling of my body as his fingers pumped into me with slow, calculated strokes. My walls clenched around him as he opened and closed his fingers inside me, pressing at every angle, coaxing my body into submission.A desperate sound caught in my throat as I pushed back on his hand. I wanted to give him everything, to hold nothing back.

Something between a moan and a chuckle came from him as his hand slowed. “Do you need to come, wildflower?”

Need—that word. My mind reeled with the memory of him edging me, his patience unyielding, his desire to unravel me mercilessly drawn out with a precision that made me ache—not just between my legs but in my chest, my breath, the silence of the nights. My admission was soft. “I’ve needed you all week.”

A feral sound came from his throat. “Did you touch yourself, wildflower? Dream about me?”

“Yes.” My knees shook as the admission fell from my lips.

“How often?” The air from his words caressed my ear.

I bit my lip, the truth almost frightening to tell. “Almost every night. Sometimes during the day.” The confession burned, but freed me as well. I needed him even when he wasn’t near me.

Crack.Pain blossomed through my ass at the same time I registered the emptiness of my cunt. “There will be many more of those if you touch yourself again without inviting me to watch. Your every orgasm is mine, and you will give me the choice of looking in your eyes as you come.” He ran his fingers over the pulsating spots on my ass. “Do you understand, wildflower? You will no longer play without me.”

I swallowed before I whispered, ignoring the tears in my eyes. “Yes, Lorcan.” I didn’t just agree—I wanted to give him everything.

He slid his hand past my puckered hole and across my folds. “You are drenched for me, wildflower. Do you need more?”

“Yes,” I whispered, jamming my eyes closed, savoring my pounding heart. It was a hunger deep inside that only he could satisfy.

His breath warmed the nape of my neck as he pulled me to standing, my back against his chest. One arm banded around mywaist, holding me to him, the other moving across my stomach with a touch so light it sent a wave of desire into my body, hardening my nipples before he rested it on my shoulder. He kissed my temple before whispering into my ear. “That is just the beginning. Are you sure you want to be mine?”

I closed my eyes as I melted into him, feeling the softness of his pants against my bare skin. My voice shook from anticipation, not fear—a hunger to be his. “Please.”

His upper body twisted against mine as he removed his hand from my shoulder. His arm brushed the top of my head before lowering in front of me. Twin streaks of blood, glistening crimson red against his pale skin, ran from two holes in his wrist—temptation incarnate. My breath eased out between my tingling lips.

His voice was raw, thick with desire and need. “Drink, wildflower.” His arm wrapped tighter around my lower body, caging me—owning me. “Drink and stay with me, as mine.”

I reached out, my hands wrapping around his forearm, but turned my head so my gaze lifted to his. Something dark and wild yet tender in his eyes made my pulse stutter. It wasn’t hunger or lust. It was devotion. He promised me everything he had to give. My heart lurched. I wanted more than his body. I wanted his promise—for him to keep me forever.

I sealed my lips over the open wound. As the first pull of his blood hit my tongue, I knew—I would never belong to anyone else. Electricity shot through me just before Lorcan’s erotic gasp reached my ears. I closed my eyes and pulled more blood into my mouth, the connection to my love nearly overwhelming me. The sweet molasses-like essence ran over my tongue, easily rolling down my throat. Behind me, Lorcan groaned, his fingers flexing as though he were trying to keep control. But I couldn’t stop pulling. I felt like I would never get enough of it. My legs shook, and my body hummed as I pulled again.

“Feeding you is making me so hard,” he whispered into my ear as the ridge of his cock grew against my back. As I drank, his hand snaked up my stomach and under my shirt, finding my already hardened nipple. He rolled it around between his fingers. I moaned, sinking into his broad chest, keeping his wrist to my mouth, nursing on his blood. He growled. “Be a good girl and drink your fill. I’ll fuck you after.”

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