Page 100 of Crossing Between
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. Varon's eyes had darkened, the grey irises now ringed with crimson, a sign of his vampire nature pushing to the surface. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, holding me still against the growing hardness beneath me.
"Varon," I gasped as his mouth descended to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Please!"
In one fluid motion, he lifted me and laid me down on the plush rug before the fireplace, his body covering mine. The heat of the flames warmed one side of my body while Varon's cooler temperature balanced it from above. He braced himself on his forearms, staring down at me with that predatory intensity that made my insides liquify.
"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice a rough whisperagainst my skin.
"You," I breathed, arching up against him. "All of you. Don't hold back."
A dangerous smile curved his lips. "Be careful what you wish for, little one."
His mouth crashed down on mine again as his hands made quick work of my clothes, buttons popping and fabric tearing in his haste. I was just as frantic, tugging at his shirt until it parted down the middle, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. My nails raked down his skin, leaving red trails that healed almost as quickly as they appeared.
"Fuck," he hissed as my hand found him through his pants, squeezing his impressive length. "You drive me insane."
Within moments, we were both naked, the firelight casting a golden glow across our skin. Varon's body was a work of art, all lean muscle and sinew, marred only by the faint traces of scars so ancient they'd survived even his vampire healing. I traced one that curved around his ribs, wondering about the story behind it.
He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips. "Later," he promised, reading the question in my eyes. "Right now, I need you."
His mouth descended to my breasts, teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before sucking one into his mouth. I gasped, back arching as pleasure shot through me. One of his hands slid between my legs, finding me already slick and ready for him.
"So wet," he murmured against my skin. "All for me?"
"Yes," I breathed as he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made my vision blur. "Oh gods, Varon!"
He worked me with expert precision, his thumb circling my clit as his fingers thrust in and out. I writhed beneath him, helpless against the pleasure building inside me.
"Please," I begged, clawing at his shoulders. "I need you inside me."
Varon smirked against my lips. "Not yet. I want to taste you first."
He slithered down my body, leaving a trail of bites and kisses in his wake. When he reached my pussy, he looked up at me, eyes glowing crimson in the firelight. Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his mouth to it, his tongue making one long, devastating swipe.
"Fuck!" I cried out, my hands flying to his hair to hold him in place.
He devoured me like a man starved, his tongue delving deep before circling my clit with maddening precision. When he sucked my clit between his lips, I nearly came off the floor, a string of curses falling from my lips. Two fingers thrust back inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot, and I shattered, my orgasm crashing through me in waves that left me trembling and incoherent.
Before I could recover, Varon was positioning himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently. "Look at me," he commanded again, and I forced my eyes open to meet his gaze. "I want to see your face when I fill you."
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching me. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The scent of it, rich and metallic, filled the air between us, and I saw Varon's nostrils flare, his eyes blazing brighter.
"Move," I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please, I need you."
He pulled back and slammed forward again with a force that stole my breath. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving me further up the rug until he had togrip my hips to hold me in place. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingled with our ragged breathing and the crackle of the fire.
"So tight," he growled. "So perfect for me."
I was lost in the sensation, my body responding to his as if we'd been made for this, for each other. Each thrust hit something deep inside me, building the pressure again until I was hovering on the edge of another orgasm.
Suddenly, Varon flipped us, so I was straddling him, his cock still buried deep within me. The new angle drove him even deeper, making me gasp.
"Ride me," his hands guided my hips. "Show me how much you want it."
I braced my hands on his chest and began to move, rising and falling on his length. The position gave me control of the pace, and I took full advantage, alternating between slow, grinding circles and quick, bouncing movements that made us both groan.
Varon's hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down to where we were joined to rub tight circles around my clit. I threw my head back, losing myself in the sensation as my second climax approached.
"Varon," I gasped, my movements becoming erratic. "I'm close."
