Page 135 of Dawn Caravan
“Fuck.” He arched his hips up as he gripped her hips, but even as he held them in an iron grasp, his thumbs fluttered delicately over her hip bones, tracing the lines of tattooing that marked her pelvis.
Ben looked down at their bodies joined together. “Beautiful.”
“Yes.” She lowered her torso to his and licked from his collarbone up to his neck as she rode him. “I want to bite you.”
Ben’s pupils dilated and his lips flushed. “So bite me.” He angled his head to the side, exposing his neck.
“If I bite you, are you going to come?”
He groaned. “Yes.”
“I want to come again.” She pulled him up to sitting and put both his hands on her breasts, smiling when he immediately began caressing her sensitive nipples.
“Good.” He bent to kiss her breasts.
“Bite me first.”
Something came out of his throat that sounded like a growl, and he lifted his head. “Are you sure?”
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ground herself down as she laid her head on his muscled shoulder and bared her neck.
“I want your bite,” she whispered. “Only yours.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Ben’s lips closed on her skin and his fangs pierced her neck, flipping her into another head-spinning orgasm as she felt her amnis enter his body. He grew impossibly harder as her muscles convulsed around his erection.
He drank deeply, pulling her blood from the vein like a starving creature. Then he licked the wound closed and locked his lips on hers. She tasted her own blood in his mouth, along with the hint of his own.
Ben grabbed her and lifted her up and down on his body, the combined friction and amnis whipping the air around them into a frenzy.
She heard something crash, and Tenzin thought the door flew open from the wind. The scent of lilac and new grass filled the air, but she didn’t look. Her eyes were locked on Ben, and all she could see was him.
His cheeks were ruddy with her blood, and his strange grey-and-brown eyes searched her face.
“I want to bite you,” she whispered again. “Say yes.”
“Yes.” He threw his head to the side and pressed her head into his neck. “I’m yours.”
She licked his skin, warming it with her breath before she slid her fangs slowly into his neck.
“Oh fuck.” He panted and groaned. “Faster.”
She didn’t rush. She drew out the pleasure, stroking the nape of his neck and the smooth skin of his shoulders, tightly stretched over straining muscles. His skin was gold, darker than hers.
How lovely.
When she began to pull from his vein, he came hard, shouting her name as his hand slammed into a cabinet, shattering it as his pleasure overtook him.
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Ben lay on his side,Tenzin in front of him, lazy from her blood and sated by pleasure as he surveyed the wreckage of the luxury camping caravan.
They were not going to be able to have sex in the loft for a while. Not unless they wanted to be impaled by weapons.
“Outside is good,” Tenzin murmured.
“Right.” He slid a hand down her side, tracing a finger over the tattooed lines that had taunted him.
The tattoos ran between her pelvic bones, but there were smaller, finer dots and symbols along her hips and trailing up her center toward her breasts. He could also see with his keener vampire vision the telltale marks that told him she’d born children in her mortal life.
