Page 53 of Auctioned for Her Blood
“You okay little dove?” he asks.
I nod against his shoulder. “Mmm hmm.” Iamokay, but my vagina seems scalded, bruised, but at the same time I feel so very contented. The sense memory of his girth filling me makes me want him inside there again.
“Can I—” he stops himself mid-question, and it takes all my remaining energy to lift my head to look into his eyes.
His expression shows worry, maybe shame, and he’s holding his mouth rigidly shut.
I stroke his face to reassure him. “You haven’t come yet, have you?”
“No, but—”
“Keep going until you finish,” I tell him. It might hurt, given how I’m burning, but after all the pleasure he’s given me, I want him to feel as fabulous.
I press a kiss against his closed lips, and they’re tight, resisting, and I can’t decide whether I’m relieved or disappointed that he’s not already pounding inside me again.
I look into his eyes. “Was it something else you wanted to ask me?”
He opens his mouth to reveal—fangs. Long sharp teeth protrude from behind his incisors that definitely weren’t there before.
“Don’t be afraid.” He looks into my eyes, but it’shiseyes that show fear. “I need to do this.” His voice is strained. “I can’t…resist your blood. I can’t resist anything about you.”
I inhale sharply as I realize what he’s going to do. He’s going to bite me again. To drink my blood. It felt good before, even though I wasn’t sure what was happening. In fact, it didn’t just feel good, it felt great.
And every last ounce of my doubt is gone. Ryker is a vampire, and even though we only met last night, I know I can’t resist him. I need him like nothing I’ve ever needed before.
Am I falling in love? I wonder as I look into his worried eyes.
That’s ridiculous. It’s too fast for that.
But even if this isn’t love, whatever it is is strong and wonderful—the most I’ve ever felt for another person. I couldn’t go on if he left me and I would doanythingfor him.
Tipping my head to the side, I bare my throat.
His breath is hot on my skin and my heart quickens. My blood gathers beneath his attention, rising to my throat as if it’s eager to give itself to him too.
But instead of biting, he lifts me in his arms and carries me into my bedroom. He pulls back the duvet, lies me down on the bed, then slides in to lie beside me, gently cupping my head as he looks into my eyes.
Even though he did all the work, I’m exhausted from the sex and my body sinks into the mattress, my skin so sensitive that the sheets feel like velvet. The first time we fucked, I felt energized after, and wonder if the difference was like he said—either because he fed from me, or because he ejaculated inside me.
Lying on his side, he bends to kiss me, softly, tenderly, and it takes nearly all my remaining energy to react to his kiss, to even breathe as we lie in bed together, skin to skin, heart to heart.
I raise my hand to his chest, his soft hairs tickling my palm.
Pressing down, I feel his heartbeat. I made the gesture without thinking, but realize that my subconscious wanted proof of his beating heart. He was right. Most of what I knew about vampires was wrong.
My hand slides up from his chest to his ropey neck and caresses him there, but then remembering what he asked, I turn away from his kisses to once again offer my throat.
“Not yet,” he says, so softly I almost don’t hear him. “I want to devour every other part of you first.”
Devour?A shiver of fear traces through me, but quickly evaporates. He doesn’t mean that literally, I don’t think, but even if he did I’d be happy to die for him right now, happy for him to consume me piece by piece as I lie here content.
“Are you cold?” he asks as his hand sweeps down my side.
I shake my head. “Just tired.”
“I want to touch you, Ember. Touch you everywhere. I want to know every inch of your body, to worship you.”
My eyes flutter shut as his hand traces down my throat then down the middle of my chest, so slowly, so softly, until it reaches low on my belly.
