Page 49 of Auctioned for Her Blood
“Sorry about the blood.” He disappears again, returning before I can blink, with towels from my linen closet, and he wipes the blood off the hardwood floor. “At least I missed the carpet.” He smiles softly as he looks into my eyes.
The blanket slips from my shoulder, and I adjust it. The fabric grazes my nipple, and I gasp as a shudder of desire rakes through me. My hips pulse, mimicking the way they moved when Ryker was inside me.
My gaze drifts from his face to his massive chest, broad and dusted with just enough dark hair to be manly, and then down again to those abs. My tongue flicks out as I imagine tracing it through those hard ridges, wondering what his reaction would be if I did that, and then my gaze drops even lower.
His arousal is pushing against the flap of leather, not fully buttoned, the shape of him seeming impossibly large to fit inside a woman’s body, even though I know that it somehow fit inside me.
I draw a ragged breath at the sense memory of how full I felt with him buried deep inside me, of how some of his early drives hurt, but then felt impossibly good, at how my body yielded, molded around him as if we were meant to fit together.
And how I want to feel that again.
But Ryker is a vampire.
I have to believe him—at least for the moment, at least until I talk him into taking me again, because I need him to do that so badly that nothing else matters. Any second I’m going to leap off the sofa and jump straight onto his…his cock.
I can think of no better way to say it and understand why people use the word.
Earlier in the evening, I was turned on, but this now…this is so much more.
My gaze rises to find him studying me intently, the slight curve of a smile kissing his lips.
“Your venom.” I have to suck moisture from my cheeks to continue. “Does it make women…wantyou?” I let the blanket slip off my shoulders, and cupping my breast, I slide my thumb over my tight nipple, sucking in a sharp breath at the self-induced pleasure.
“Looks like it might.” He steps forward slowly, his thick, heavy cock bouncing against the loose leather. “Venom typically puts humans to sleep, so I guess I’ve never had the opportunity to ask about other effects.”
His cock slips fully out from between the fold of his pants. He grabs onto it and gasps, hissing as his fingers slide down to its base.
“Why do you ask?” His eyes are full of desire, and it throws fuel on my own.
“Because, even though we just…did it, I want you to…tofuckme again.” I use the word, even though it’s not normally in my vocabulary. “I need to feel you inside me.”
His eyes widen, his expression heats and turns mischievious, as he continues to look into my eyes. “Where do you want this?” He strokes his cock. “Tell me.”
“In my…my vagina.”
“In your cunt.”
I gasp at the word.
“I know it’s sometimes used as a slur these days, but in all my years it’s the best word for the female genitalia.”
I nod, unsure I could ever say that.
“Say it,” he says, deeply. “Tell me where you want my cock.”
My hand slips between my legs and my finger grazes my overly-sensitive clit. I cry out. Panting as I rub myself, I try to gather enough air to speak.
“I want you, yourcockin my…mycunt.” My fingers slip through my throbbing wetness. “Now. Please!”
In a nanosecond, he’s beside me, holding my face in his hands and kissing me with even more passion than before, stealing my breath and my sanity.
I reach down to find his erection, warm and hard, yet velvety soft as I run my palm down its surface. I didn’t get the chance to touch him before, and my hand can’t seem to get enough.
Moaning, he pulls back from the kiss and my hold, shaking his head. “I’ll gladly make you feel good again.” He winks. “Very good. But regretfully, I think we’d better put this bloke away for tonight.” Grimacing, he tucks his erection under the leather and starts to button his fly.
“No.” I reach my hand inside the flap to touch him. “Then why did you make me say it?” It doesn’t seem fair.
He moans, his abs undulating as he catches his breath. I want to touch his stomach too, but sense that it might be too much while I’m still holding his cock. Too much for us both.
