Page 40 of The Reveal
It’s a miracle.
He’s a vampire, and that makes it hotter and crazier, and I don’t even think about stopping, because his lips are cool and firm. I feel him smile against my mouth, as if he’s made of marble but I’ve brought him to life.
But then ... he devours me.
His touch is cool, but his kiss is like fire.
He goes deeper. It gets hotter. He angles his head and his hands take possession of me, easily.
Totally.
There’s one hand at the nape of my neck, guiding me, holding me. The other moves down the length of my body, smooths over the curve of my ass, and then lifts me like I’m nothing.
Like I’m made of air.
But he settles me against his body, and I can’t seem to help myself. I wrap myself around him, my arms around that strong neck so I can press my breasts against that wall of a chest I saw so much of downstairs. My legs lock tight around his waist and I groan, helplessly, as I come up flush against his thick, hard cock.
I nearly come then and there.
Everything in me is soft, a molten white heat, and I lose myself in it.
In him.
I’m so wet and my clitachesas he eats at my mouth like I’m dessert—deeper and deeper. His cock is huge and hard and right where I want it, and I keep having insane and dangerous little flash fantasies.
Every single one of them involves his fangs.
I hate myself, but not nearly enough, because I’m rubbing myself against him. Writhing in his arms while he makes low, encouraging noises in the back of his throat. His big hand holds me and helps me move up and down against him, but even if he wasn’t helping I’d be completely unable to stop myself.
His cock is sobig. Hard, like marble, and I want him deep inside me—now—with a feverish need I’ve never felt before. He holds me so easily. He kisses me dirty and deep, like his tongue against mine is a filthy sex act all its own, and I am lost to myself.
For the first time in my life, I understand the addictions that nearly everyone else in my family suffers from.
Because this makesno sense.
But not one part of me wants to stop.
Not now that I’m wriggling myself up and down, rubbing myself through my clothes and his, getting my clit in contact with that hard, long, enormous cock of his. I imagine us naked, just like this, high up on this roof but safe because he’shim. I imagine me impaled on his cock, all that cold, hard marble, with his teeth buried deep in my neck—
Oh no,I think.
And then I come in a terrible rush with a scream that might have torn down what buildings remain in downtown Medford if his mouth wasn’t still on mine.
I feel something sharp, and I jerk, but that hint of his fangs only makes the orgasm clench harder and roll out longer.
For a long while, there is only that shaking.
And the taste of copper in my mouth.
Until, a thousand years later, he sets me down on my feet and I think very hard about simply diving off the side of the building. That seems infinitely preferable to lifting my gaze to his.
To admitting that this just happened.
He doesn’t wait for me to make a decision. He reaches over, tilts my chin up, and then ... brushes his thumb over my mouth.
I pull my head back and see a smear of blood on his thumb.
And I watch—horrified and something a lot worse than simplyhorrified, something that makes my clit throb with need all over again—as he puts his thumb in his mouth.
