Page 147 of The Midnight Order
Her hand angles me in such a way that the sensitive head of my cock slides through her wet sex, and I see stars.
I’m a centuries-old vampire; I could break her neck like a twig.
But right now, I’m under her control. I can do nothing except look between us where she holds me in her hand and wait for what she’ll do next.
While I’m transfixed, her feet work my jeans down further, and then I’m sliding out of them and crawling right back over her, where she takes me in hand again, and I’m back under her spell.
I haven’t been touched in so very long.
It feels so good.
Her hand still strokes up and down as she teases herself with the head of me. Back and forth.
A couple of times, she tugs me forward as if meaning to slide me into her body, testing what I’ll do.
I jerk back, realizing her tight grip on me grows tighter. “Shit.”
My eyes cross as she teases me into a frenzied state.
It’s no longer blood I crave. It’s her.
Only her.
All ofher!
When she takes her hand away, I look up at her in bewilderment, not knowing what she means to do next, until she tugs me down closer and connects our lips.
She’s much calmer, more level-headed than before. It seems toying with me worked some of Corvin’s venom out of her system, which is good. That means we can stop this madness before it gets out of hand.
However, I’ve wanted nothing more in my life than to press my pelvis just a few more inches forward…
Her legs tighten around me, and she grinds up and down my length. Our moans have us lazily resting our lips together, not kissing, just trying to survive what’s between us.
When one of her movements nearly tips me inside, my breathing stutters. “Silver,” I warn.
She realizes how close she is and tries again.
This time, I’m a goner.
I want to know what she feels like around my cock more than I want anything else in the world.
The head of me finds her entrance, and she pauses, pulling back to look at me for permission.
We spend a moment panting, staring at one another in stilted silence before I inch inside her, stretching her.
She cries out, her head falling back to the pillow as I lose myself and bury inside her entirely.
“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe, the importance of being inside her, not lost on me, as I feel her fluttering around me.
“Lowell,” she pleads, begging me with little wiggles of her hips and kicks of her feet on my ass to move.
But I need to savor this moment.
This new beginning.
Pulling out, I give her one testing thrust.
It only takes another thrust to fall into a quick, mind-numbing rhythm together, our moans carrying through the manor.
