Page 41 of Unholy Gambit: Checkmate in Blood
Arousal roared through her blood. Her body trembled with awareness, muscles firing under the skin. Her legs shifted against the mattress. Her scent was intoxicating.
His mouth watered, fangs threatened to drop, but this was about her, not him. He redirected blood flow away from his thickening cock, and he settled his inner vampire. All in good time, but not today.
And then his mouth was on her again, worshipping her lips, her jaw, her throat, the slope of her shoulder. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, reverently, like unwrapping a priceless gift. Her breath caught, chest rising. Her nipples hardened under the fabric of her bra.
She gasped when his lips brushed the top swell of her breast. Her hands caught his shoulders, not to push him away, but to hold on. Her hands trembled. Her breath came faster.
There were no signs she wanted him to slow down, much less stop. Only the thrum of anticipation running hot and high in her pulse.
He slid her slacks down next, careful with her knee, easing the fabric off and then kissing his way up her good leg, brushing the inside of her thigh, skimming her mound through soft cotton. Her panties were damp. The scent hit him again, dizzying. He kissed his way back up her belly, the centerline of her chest, over her functional bra, back to her mouth.
He opened her with his mouth, kissed her like he meant to memorize the taste of her thoughts. His hand slid to her bra and stroked her gently through the fabric, thumb circling once, slow. He didn’t bare her. Not yet. He wanted her breathless first.
She drew her feet up, knees bending, hips tilting as if of their own accord. The tiniest moan escaped her throat, and her hips moved again — a clear answer. A plea.
And that was all he needed.
She was ready for more.
He kissed down her belly, lingered at her hip, trailed heat over her thigh, then back again. When her breath turned fast and shallow, he finally pressed his palm between her thighs and cupped her through the cotton, slow and claiming.
She moaned, just a whisper, and tilted her hips into him.
For her first intimate experience, he let her stay covered, let her feel safe. He slid his hand inside the edge of her panties and explored her outer folds with gentle, deliberate strokes, learning what made her tense. What made her melt.
The very top of her clit, where it dove into her body, seemed the most sensitive, and her deep, reverberating moans threatened to undo him.
Until he slid a finger into her heat, and her breath caught on a sharp, startled yelp somewhere between surprise and surrender.
She was so tight. So slippery.
And fucking beautiful.
He added another finger, slow and careful, and stroked her just right, with his thumb ready to press down on the spot he’d discovered earlier.
Her hips lifted. Her body shook.
He kissed her neck again, torturing himself with her scent, but she didn’t flinch away. She trusted him completely.
When he felt her cresting, about to break loose, he pressed the top of her clit with his thumb and scraped across the front wall inside of her with every plunge, and his Aurélie came apart in his arms. No violent thrashing. No spasms. No jerking.Deeper. Her whole body fluttered, trembling around his fingers, her thighs closing tight as her hips bucked once, twice. Her mouth opened in a silent cry.
Because there had been no words since they’d started, he telepathed,That’s it. Come for me, Aurélie. I have you. Let it go.
He kissed her jaw, her lips, her throat. Pulled his hand out gentler than he could ever remember being with anyone, and drew the blanket up around her.
She didn’t have to ask him to stay. Unless the hotel caught fire — and truly, not even then — he wasn’t leaving her side.
When she was ready, he’d feed her, and then they were volunteering again at the Haunted Swamp.
But for now, she was warm, sated, andhis.
* * * *
Aury came out of the hazy fog of lust and curled into him. “Aren’t I supposed to, like, do you now? Can you show me what you like?”
He kissed the top of her head. “Another time, my Aurélie. Today was about you, about me learning your body, about you learning the beginnings of what’s possible. I can sense your hunger, what would you like to eat? I can order room service from the hotel or from a restaurant for delivery. Your wish is my command at the moment.”
It felt wrong that he’d given her pleasure and received none, but she didn’t know for sure what to do. Sure, she’d watched porn as a teen, curious, but who knew whether that was the way people acted in private or not?
