Page 54 of Kentucky Nights
Only me.
And it makes me lose control.
He trembles beneath my touch.
“Kentucky?” I drift my fingers down his back. “Are you mad?” I can’t tell by his reaction. He hasn’t said a word.
His growls fill my ear. Every breath that escapes him sounds like it’s coming from a wild animal waiting to tear apart their prey. I can’t decide if that is good or bad, considering our situation right now.
“Kentucky?”
He licks the side of my neck, his fangs sharp as they skim across the vein. I submit to him in return, wanting him to feed, wanting to feel what it is like to be properly bitten by a vampire.
Goosebumps arise on my skin from the back and forth of the sharp points threatening to break the barrier shielding my vein. Still, I’m not afraid. I trust him.
He thrusts my legs apart, settling between them without saying a word. Kentucky continues to bury his face in my neck, sucking a chunk of flesh into his mouth.
My hip becomes the leverage he needs to hold on to. His claws threaten to puncture my skin as they sink into my flesh. The slight pain causes me to arch my back. I want more of his wild abandon. I want more of him losing control.
He finally speaks when the head of his cock slips into my entrance. “Dru.” My name is a shaken attempt from him to speak. “So fucking wet for me,” he praises, sliding a hand down my thigh.
He lifts from me, his eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “You are all mine, Beloved.” He pushes forward, stealing my ability to string a thought together.
I clutch the bedsheets in my fists, arching my back as I work through the small amount of pain. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he inhales, then his tongue licks one fang before he lazily drops his gaze to where we are locked together.
“I love it when you bleed for me.”
He slides out, only to slam back in, unforgiving and relentless, as if he has been waiting to take me.
“You waited all this time to give yourself to a vampire?” He wraps a hand around my throat, his fangs nipping at my chin. “Why is that, Darlin’?”
“I—I—” My answer turns into a moan.
“What is that?” He squeezes my throat a bit harder. I can still breathe, but I crave the pressure from his grip on either side of my neck. “I couldn’t hear you with my cock nine inches deep.”
“—I don’t know,” I call out, clawing at his shoulder as hard as I can. It doesn’t matter if I make him bleed.
He will heal.
“Yes, you do.” He flicks his tongue across my chin, outlining my mouth before he dives between my lips, kissing me withharsh bursts. “Tell me.” He thrusts faster, our skin slapping together as he picks up speed.
“Kentucky,” I moan, unable to keep up with his demands as he pounds into me.
My throat becomes a podium for his hands.
“I said to tell me, Dru. Or I won’t let you come. I’ll use you. I’ll fill this pretty cunt up with all my come, leaving you needy and throbbing.”
“You wouldn’t!” I cry as his pace increases again, burying himself as deep as he can inside me.
Two fingers slip into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, which causes me to gag.
“I have lived for a very long time. If you think I can’t use you, you are mistaken. Now, tell me before I get my lasso out, bind your wrists and ankles to the bed, and let you lie here day in and day out while I use you over and over again.”
I groan, loving the idea of that.
He brings his lips to my ear, and a dark chuckle has me holding my breath. “Tsk, tsk, Darlin’. You aren’t supposed to love that idea, but I smell how much you do.” He lifts my leg to his shoulder, somehow allowing him to sink further inside me.
His fangs tease down my neck and up again. “Maybe that’s an idea we can try later.” Kentucky nibbles my earlobe, the slight sting of the dangerous points makes me wetter. “Mmmmm,” he growls, licking the side of my throat again. “You have no idea how badly I want to drink from you, Darlin’.” His fingers trace what I assume is my vein. The rough pads of his fingertips spark lustful chaos in my blood. “I bet you’d taste so good. I’ve imagined what you could taste like. I bet you’d be warm with a hint of cinnamon and smoke—the best kind of whiskey a man like me could ever crave.” He flattens his tongue again, licking a path from my collarbone to my jaw. “I know you would always sate my need.”
