Page 103 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
But not today. He’s not killing me today. He’s protecting me.
“You don’t want me to bite you, love. If I bite you, I kill you. Vampires don’t bite for pleasure, even if, for a moment, it would be intoxicating to you, heighten every emotion you’re currently feeling, and more.” His fangs tease me, drawing over me. “The only time I get to bite you again is if you want me to mark you as my mate.”
“What if I want to be yours?”
He gulps as he covers his fangs with his lips, kissing me softly on the neck. He doesn’t have an answer for that. Neither do I. But then he’s kissing me so sweetly, finding a sensitive spot behind my ear that I don’t care how permanent this is or not.
I watch him in the reflection as the night continues to fade to darkness.
He can move at lightning speed, but doesn’t. Time slows with his hands as he drags a sharpened nail down the front of my shirt, slowly ripping it in half, exposing more and more of my skin.
I can’t breathe, and my heart is beating so fast in my chest as I watch him take his time undressing me. Slowly, he pulls myshirt over my shoulders and drops it to the floor as he kisses the exposed skin on my back.
He keeps kissing lower and lower until he’s kneeling on the ground. He guides my hips to face him, and I see that single nail of a wolf again. He drags it over the fabric of my jeans, shredding them in seconds, which is somehow so much hotter than him peeling them off my body.
Leaning forward, he kisses over my black lace panties at the same time he reaches up, using that nail to cut through the material of my bra until my breasts spring free.
Nyx has seen me naked many times, but this is different, more intimate, and suddenly my entire skin blushes at the thought of him seeing all of me and getting all of me.
“You’re gorgeous, Lumi. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or will ever see again.”
“Don’t say words that aren’t true. Ever is a long time.”
His teeth sink into my panties, ripping them from my body with one bite. He leans back on his heels to admire his handiwork. His eyes glaze over my body, sparking at the sight of me like fireworks.
“I can definitely promise those words will be true forever, love.”
Without warning, he spreads my thighs and dives between them, his tongue plunging into the folds of my body.
I grab onto his shoulders, barely able to keep myself upright as he licks up my slit, expertly finding my clit.
“Gods, I missed how you tasted. Like delicate snow, you taste cool in my mouth as it dissolves into your warm heat,”he says in my mind.
“I love how you can tell all your thoughts while never stopping what you’re doing with your tongue.”I inhale sharply as his tongue circles my clit before one of his dangerous fangs nips at it without acutely biting.“Fuck, never stop doing that.”
“Your wish is my command.”He keeps doing that exact thing, making it harder and harder for me to stand on my own as my body trembles around him. He guides me backward until my back is against the glass.
“I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you come. Do you call out my name? A whimperer? Or a screamer?”
“I—”Gods, I nearly explode as he slides his middle fingers through my slickness. My body falls forward, almost collapsing on top of him, but he pushes me back, his hand splayed across my lower belly.
His fingers slide in and out of me, curling around into my body with each thrust. His tongue moves faster, superhumanly fast. And I’m—
“Nyx!” I scream out in one long shuddered breath.
His lips curl up in a smirk, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath as he draws out my orgasm until my panting can barely keep up with him.
My legs feel like jello, and I start sliding down the glass, but he catches me, holding me in one arm, and he starts carrying me toward the bed. His other hand yanks off his shirt and pushes down his pants like he’s a fucking magician.
I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip as my hand feels over his bare chest. Thin lines of muscled body greet me, as do the scars. I still don’t understand how his body is so scared. How a healer or his vampire body hasn’t healed him to perfection. But I don’t care, he’s perfect to me.
He lays me down so gently in the center of the bed before he stands back, admiring me. Worry creeps in.
“Don’t you dare leave. I’m not tired, and you don’t get to decide what I do or don’t need,” I say.
His lips curl up in a snicker. “I wouldn’t dare leave when you’re splayed out naked on my bed like this. And I intend to make you far more sore and tired before I’m done with you.”
There’s an unspoken fact that stings between us. Tonight has to last a lifetime. There will be no tomorrow for us. This is a beginning and an ending.
