Page 182 of The Midnight Order
One hand slides up her front, toying with her nipples, giving each a hard tug. She increases her pace. “You see how that little nip of pain made you feel? It didn’t hurt, did it?”
“No!” she cries. “Again. Do it again.”
Heeding her demand, I roll her nipple between my fingers, pinching with just the right amount of pressure.
“Jas!” It’s the second time she’s shortened my name, and I find I don’t hate it.
Nor do I hate that she’s about to come for me.
As she grinds forward, I twist my fist into her clit, pressing into her and giving her everything she needs to combust.
“Oh god,” she breathes, pressing her forehead against mine. What I’d give to feel her skin through this fucking mask.
To feel the sweat beaded on her brow while she derives pleasure from my body, while she comes apart for me.
“Let go, Silver. Come with me,” I plead, barely hanging onto my own ends.
When she grips my shoulders and rolls her hips faster and faster, it drives me over the edge, and I scream her name as I come, seeing stars in my vision as she wrings every inch of pleasure from my body.
She follows with a shudder, and I wrap around her and hold her close, willing her shivers to subside with my proximity.
My nose skims up her throat, the scent of her perfect blood thrumming wildly, becoming the only thing I ever want to hear for the rest of my life.
I could lie right here with her for an eternity, both of us petrified and worthless, and I’d be so fucking happy.
“Do it,” she says, pulling me back to reality.
“What?”
“Do it. Drink from me. I know you’re hungry.”
“You know Lowell doesn’t?—”
“Do it,” Lowell’s voice comes from across the room.
He steps out of the darkness, and I startle.
How long had he been standing there? Did he not trust me?
Silver moves her hair off her sweat-slicked skin, and I lazily watch her pulse, pattering in her throat for a few mind-numbing seconds before my fangs drop and I strike.
Her essence floods my mouth, and I’m lost. She tastes like the warmest summer day. Like the sun on my skin.
Suddenly, my mind is transported elsewhere. I press my tongue against her vein to slow the feeding so I can figure out what I’m seeing.
It’s Silver, and she’s in Soliel’s kitchen. It’s like I’m on the outside looking in. Like I’m in a memory.
“Jasper, that’s enough,” Lowell says from outside the scene playing in my mind, but I ignore him. He can’t know I’m controlling the flow of her blood, and to tell him, I need to break the connection.
“I don’t understand,” Silver’s saying to Soliel.
“I know you don’t, honey. But you will. One day, you will.” Soliel’s hands glow with magic before running over Silver’s forehead.
Pulling my fangs from Silver’s vein, I look at her momentarily before licking her wound closed.
I’d been so preoccupied trying to discern the memory that I hadn’t realized my little Sweet Silver had worked up another appetite. Her hips are rocking back and forth languidly, working both of us back into a frenzied state.
“Fuck! Silver.” Hanging on for dear life, I ride the wave with her, praying it never ends.
