Page 104 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
We both push those thoughts away, not letting them into whatever this is between us. But I do feel our minds connecting again. I feel his digging, searching for something in my mind. I don’t shut him out; instead, I follow him around my own mind like a lost puppy.
“What are you looking for?”
He doesn’t answer, but then he finds it. And he shows me exactly what he found.
I draw in a shaky breath as my own dirty fantasies play out in both of our heads simultaneously.
“You really want this? You really want me?” He asks aloud as he stares down at me. His body is hard and large, so fucking large. Dark scars mark his tanned body. His blood-red eyes and fangs give me all the hints in the world of how deadly and dark this man is. This creature is seen by others only as a killer.
At first, it was all I saw. The heart that barely beats because it belongs to a vampire. A deadly predator that lurks in the night.
“I killed Rowena,” he reminds me.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why are you trying to get me to stop this?”
I try to push into his head, but he’s locked me out. All of his shields are blocking me like an impenetrable wall.
“Nyx?” I push again, gently.
He doesn’t yield. “Are you sure you want this?”
His eyes swirl, and he’s firm in his demand for me to answer aloud.
“Yes, I want this. I want you. I need you to fuck me. No one else.”
He sucks in a breath so sharp that it feels like he cut the room in two with it.
“Do you want this? Want me?” I ask.
He’s on top of me, his arms holding him up. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
“Then stop questioning this and fuck me.”
He grins. “Yes, love.”
I feel his long, thick cock at my soaking entrance. And I watch in waited anticipation, still not sure if he’s actually going to take me or not.
His hand gently cradles the back of my head as he kisses me so softly and tenderly that it almost doesn’t seem like Nyx on top of me. He slides through my slickness, my walls, until he’s all the way to the hilt inside me.
A crack of lightning strikes outside the window as he seats himself inside me, my nails dig into his back, holding him to me like he can somehow possibly go deeper. His kiss captures my cry as I stretch around his enormous length.
Another flash of lightning and the room descends into darkness as the lights flicker off. Thankfully, my eyesight adjusts immediately to the darkness, so I don’t miss being able to see all of Nyx’s glorious body.
I can’t speak. I can’t think. But I feel Nyx in my head, reading all of my feelings like an open book. He thrusts hard, filling me completely.
“Open your legs wider,” he commands.
I let my legs fall wider, and he thrusts again, somehow getting deeper.
I yelp as he hits that delicious spot deep in my core. A chill dances over both of our skins in opposition to the warmth spreading with each pounding thrust. My hips buck up to meet his each time, my body tightening around him, building us both closer and closer to that release that will have us falling hard back into reality.
Not yet. It’s far, far too soon for that.
He palms my breast, feeling the heaviness in his grasp as my nipples pebble into icy peaks.
“You’re so cold,” he says.
“Sorry.”
