Page 37 of The Second Sight
She approached a small table near the bed, where a collection of personal items rested: a pocket watch that had stopped at the moment of my transformation, a small portrait miniature of a woman whose face I could no longer clearly remember, a leather-bound journal whose pages contained the earliest days of my vampire existence.
“May I?” she asked, gesturing to the journal.
I nodded, surprised by my willingness to share even this with her. As she carefully opened the aged leather cover, I moved silently across the room, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The sight of her touching my possessions, standing in my most private sanctuary, awakened something primal and possessive within me. She belonged here. She belonged with me.
I approached from behind, close enough that she must have felt the primal heat radiating from my body. Her head tilted slightly, recognizing my presence without turning. I leaned forward. My lips nearly touched the delicate shell of her ear.
“The journal entries stop after a decade,” I murmured. “Immortality makes record keeping seem, redundant after a while.”
A small shiver ran through her body. I placed my hands lightly on her hips, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. She leaned back into me, her spine pressing against my chest as her head tilted, exposing the elegant line of her neck. This was an invitation, whether she realized it or not.
I pressed my lips to the spot below her ear. I tasted the salt of her skin, feeling the flutter of her pulse against my mouth. My hands slid around her waist, pulling her firmly against me. The journal forgotten, she turned in my arms. Kasi’s fairy eyes found mine in the dim light. Her pupils were dilated with desire. Her breathing came in short, shallow gasps.
“Seven,” she whispered.
I captured her mouth with mine, the kiss deep and consuming from the first touch. Gone was the hesitation of last night’s initial exploration. We had crossed that threshold already. Now hunger ruled us both. Her arms wound around my neck, her body arching against mine as if seeking to eliminate any space between us. I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her the few steps to the bed.
I laid her down on the silk sheets beneath us. My body followed hers onto the mattress. Her dress had rose around her thighs, revealing perfectly smooth brown skin. I traced the curve of her calf and the hollow behind her knee. I caressed the soft inner flesh of her thigh.
“I want to taste you,” I murmured against her mouth. “Every single part of you.”
Her breath hitched. When she nodded, I began the slow journey down her body. I savored each newly revealed inch of skin as I pushed her dress upward. I paused at her stomach, pressing kisses to the soft plane just below her navel, feeling the muscles tense beneath my lips. My enhanced senses picked up the subtle changes in her scent as arousal built within her. These signals told me exactly how her body responded to my touch.
I slid lower, gently parting her thighs wider as I settled between them. The first touch of my tongue against her core drew a gasp that transformed into a moan as I continued, using centuries of experience to read her body’s responses.
My hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as she began to writhe beneath my movements. Her fingers tangled in my hair, alternately pulling me closer and pushing me away as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.
I could taste the fae in her in her cream. There was a subtle otherworldliness beneath the human flavor that made her uniquely intoxicating. I took my time, bringing her to the edge of climax before easing my tongue back inside. I extended her pleasure until she was practically sobbing with need, while my name fell from her lips in desperate pleas.
Only then did I allow her release, feeling her body shudder beneath me as waves of pleasure washed through her. I raised my head, watching her sexy face as she came apart for only me. Her eyes were closed, and her lips slightly parted, utterly vulnerable in her ecstasy. Beautiful. Mine. Now and forever. I claimed it and so it will be.
I moved up her body while she was still trembling with aftershocks, my lips finding her neck once more. Deliberately, I let my fangs extend, just enough to graze the sensitive skin without breaking it. Her eyes flew open, meeting mine as she felt the sharp points against her throat.
“I could taste your blood,” I whispered, my voice hungry with desire. “Legend has it that fae blood is sweeter than anything I’ve ever experienced in centuries of living.”
Fear flashed briefly in her eyes, quickly consumed by a deeper hunger. “Will it, hurt?”
“A moment of pain,” I admitted, dragging the tip of one fang lightly along her jugular, “followed by pleasure you can’timagine.” I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “But not tonight. Not until you ask for it.”
Relief and disappointment warred in her expression. Kasi nodded, understanding I was offering her a choice. The control I was placing in her hands, only because I wanted her to be ready for that level of intimacy.
I captured her mouth again as I positioned myself between her thighs. The head of my cock pressed against her slick entrance. Despite the intimacy we shared only hours ago, I moved slowly, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion. Her warmth enveloped me inch by inch, a searing heat that contrasted with my natural coolness. When I was fully seated within her, I paused, savoring the perfect joining of our bodies.
“You feel like the place I was meant to be. You feel like home,” I murmured against her lips. The words emerged as I tried to hold in these new emotions.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me impossibly deeper into her tight hole. “Then welcome home,” she whispered words that sent me over the edge.
I began to move swiftly, setting a rhythm that quickly had her gasping beneath me. Vampire stamina and control allowed me to maintain the perfect pace, adjusting to her every response, reading the subtle cues of her body. I wanted to give her maximum pleasure beyond measure despite being her one and only lover. Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire that would heal almost instantly but felt exquisite in the moment.
As her second climax approached, I increased my tempo, driving into her with carefully restrained force. Just enough to push her over the edge without risking injury to her fragile form. She cried out, her inner muscles clenching around me as pleasure overtook her once more. The sensation, combined with the sight of her face transformed by ecstasy, triggered myown release. I buried my face against her neck as I spilled my venom inside her, resisting the primal urge to bite, to claim her completely in blood. I’d never made love like this before.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets. Her head rested on my chest as her breathing gradually slowing to normal. My body had already cooled back to its natural temperature, but I kept her close, savoring the warmth she radiated. One of my hands idly stroked her hair, the other rested at the small of her back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of each breath.
“Is it always like this?” she asked, her voice soft in the quiet room. “For vampires, I mean.”
“What do you mean?”
“This intense. Like the sex. Is this normal sex?”
