Page 83 of Trapped for Her Blood
“For me too. In fact…I think…” My mouth is so dry. I don’t know how to say this. “Ryker, I’m falling…”
Lifting me with him, he leaps to his feet, and my words are stolen by shock.
His eyes fill with mischief. “Falling into the water?” He tosses me over the twenty or thirty feet of rock surface between us and the pool, and I scream, my arms flailing.
I land in the water, and the cold traps the scream inside me, even as I rise back above the surface. I wipe wet hair back from my eyes and find him in the water not far from me, a boyish grin on his face. “Fancy a swim?”
I splash water his way. “You scared me.”
“Every minute’s a thrill with me, baby.” With one arm, he pulls me against him and spins us in the water. I can only begin to imagine what he’s doing with his legs to make us move like this, but we’re spinning quickly enough that my wet hair lifts from my shoulders and excitement rushes through me.
I let out a whoop.
He stops and the water continues to swirl around us, rushing between my legs and over all the places so hot and sensitive from the sex, and from the vampire venom still in my bloodstream.
“What if you’d missed?” I mock slap his shoulder. “You could have killed me.”
He grins. “Life on the edge, baby. That’s where it’s at.” His hand reaches between my legs, and I moan in reaction to his stroking.
I want to talk to him, to declare my love and find out how he feels about me, but—
He presses two fingers inside me, and my urge to communicate vanishes. His fingers press deep, pushing me up so much I rise out of the water, and I lean over his head, my hands resting on his shoulders.
Capturing one breast in his mouth, he holds me aloft.
Sucking on my nipple, he pumps his fingers inside me, hard and fast. And it’s quickly so much, too much. I’m going to explode.
But just as I’m about to reach my summit, his fingers withdraw, lingering at my opening, and his lips leave my breast.
I pant in his hold, half draped over him, but before I can catch my breath, he lifts me to straddle his shoulders and latches his mouth over my clit.
Bracing my lower back with his hands, he holds me in place as his tongue circles and teases my clit, and then strokes through my folds, lapping and licking me everywhere, devouring me like a rich dessert.
Overcome with pleasure, I grab onto his hair, and fight not to buck against his face, but he makes it a challenge, constantly changing his mode of attack—hard then soft, rubbing then flicking, stroking then plunging. His assault on my clit continues in infinite rounds in an unpredictable pattern, and then he switches his focus fully to sucking.
I come. Hard.
The vacuum force over my clit is inconceivably intense, and his tongue forms a sharp point to flick my sensitive nerves, moving impossibly fast.
Crying out myself, I feel him moaning against my sex, adding a vibration to the stimulation package that continues to deliver wave after wave of contractions, stealing my vision, my voice, my ability to control my own body.
Tasting salt, I wonder, for a split second, if the pool is fed by sea water, but then I realize that what I’m tasting are tears, streaming down my cheeks and onto my lips. My hips buck against Ryker’s face and my hands tug his hair as my orgasm continues, unrelenting, as if my body will never stop.
And somehow he is still holding us above water, or at least I’m above the surface, and his powerful legs must be kicking below.
This is where I want to live now, Ryker’s mouth on my sex, my body convulsing inside and out, my vision red, my thoughts consumed by explosions and wave upon wave of rapturous pleasure.
And then the high pressure suction from his mouth abates, and his tongue returns to gentle circles that ring but don’t touch the most sensitive nub of me. My shaking subsides, my grip on his hair slackens, and my heels release from where they were pressing hard against his back.
“Holy shit,” I say, breathless as my body is wracked with a few last jerky twitches.
He drops, going under the water and taking me with him, and while we’re below the surface, he slides me off of his shoulders and kisses me gently.
Even though we’re underwater, I can taste my juices on his lips and his tongue, and I reach down to find him still hard and throbbing in my hand.
Weightless in the water, I float, letting him hold me in place as we kiss. And then he hooks an arm under my leg, spreading me wide.
Gripping my hip he impales me. I moan into his mouth at the shock of sudden penetration, then tip my head back at the pleasure as he thrusts slowly.
