Page 19 of Shadow Master
He touched my cheek lightly. “Can you drink from me?”
My gums throbbed. “Don’t tempt me.”
He shifted closer, and his breath was warm on my forehead. “I want you to.”
The hunger tightened my throat with sweet need. “Kash … are you sure?”
He bared his throat in response. “Take what you need.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice. I pressed my lips to his jugular and licked at his skin, fresh, clean, and mine. My fangs slipped out of my gums and into his artery. Hot blood filled my mouth in pulsing waves. I drank greedily, reveling in the electric taste of him. Fuck, that was good.
His moan made me wet, made me want to mount and fuck him. Waves of desire crashed over me, and the hunger for his blood ebbed and morphed into something else. I was done feeding, but I needed something more. My fangs retracted as I sealed the wound with my tongue.
“Kash …” My voice was a wanton rasp.
His gaze dropped to my lips, then his hand wove through my hair, and his mouth slanted across mine. He kissed me like he was savoring me, tasting my lips, one then the other, before sucking on my tongue. He pushed me back onto the sleeping bag and covered me with his body. His thigh slid between my legs to press at the hot, throbbing place that reminded me there was pleasure in the world. So much pleasure.
For a moment, I forgot the pain in my heart and arched into him, kissing him back with fervor. For a moment, I allowed my hands to slip beneath his clothes, to slide and press and pinch his flesh in desperate motions that begged him to take me.
He moaned into my mouth. “Fuck, I want you.”
I wanted him too; more than that, I needed him. Needed to dive into pleasure just for a little while. Needed release. I pushed him back long enough to yank off my shirt and slide off my shorts.
His dark eyes were hungry brands roving over my nakedness.
“Take off your clothes.” My voice was a rasp. “Now.”
He tugged his shirt over his head and pulled down his joggers, sucking in a breath when the head of his arousal caught on his waistband.
He was taking too long. I needed him now. “Let me.”
I pulled the joggers down, caressing his hardness as I did it.
“Fuck.” He drew his bottom lip into his mouth.
His hair had fallen onto his forehead, all tousled and sexy. I ran my hands down his chest, over his pecs and abs, and then gripped his cock.
“Lie back.” My voice was a command.
He obliged.
I straddled him and locked gazes with him. “I need this, Kash. I need to fuck you. Is that okay?”
He let out a hoarse laugh. “By all means, Justice, be my fucking guest.”
I lowered myself onto him, biting back a cry as he filled me. He grabbed my hips, pushing up into me with a low groan.
“Dammit, you’re so fucking tight.”
Oh, God. Yes. This was right. This was perfect. I leaned back slightly and then began to undulate my hips, slow and leisurely, building the rhythm and the tension until it was a beating pulse between us, until it was sensory frisson, until my gasps mingled with his grunts.
“Dammit, Indie, I want to taste you.” Kash lifted me off him and up his body.
What? Oh … Oh, God.
His mouth found my wetness, and then he was devouring me, sucking, lapping, and circling my sweet spot, until my body was on fire with sensations. It was control. It was invasive. It was fucking mind-blowing, but I didn’t want to come this way. I needed him inside me.
“Stop. Kash. Not like this.” I lifted myself off him.
