Page 55 of Bitten By Mr. Darcy
His eyes opened in slits, and his fangs glinted, and she thought that he was going to strike at her, tear at her as he had that other time, drink her anddrinkher again.
But instead, she felt his hardness jerk inside her and a tremor seemed to go through his whole body. He let out a long, low groan and he seemed to relax. His fangs disappeared and then he was gentle, laying his body against hers, kissing her softly and carefully, as if she were now something fragile he could break when he’d been going at her a moment before as if he could not stop himself from ravaging her.
She kissed with her eyes open, still gasping for air, for several moments, until she, too, began to relax, feeling soothing sensations coming to her through the bond, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a few soft moans.
He kissed her chin. Her jaw. Her earlobe. “Mmph. Still want to bite you.”
“Bite me, then,” she said softly.
“No.” He opened his eyes to look down at her. “No.”
She bit down on her bottom lip and searched his gaze.
“Was I too rough with you, love?” he said.
She shook her head. “No, no, not at all. I am quite all right.” She put her hand on his chest. “And now I’m yours.”
“You’ve been mine, Elizabeth,” he growled.
She smiled. Yes, she had, she supposed. She truly had.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
GEORGE WICKHAM WASN’Tentirely surprised when he found Caroline Bingley in his tent in the encampment with the regiment that evening after midnight. Certainly, he hadn’t expected her to be there and he’d had no warning that she would be there.
But he had long suspected this woman would somehow appear in his life again, and been waiting for her in a way, knowing she’d arrive at some point.
Here she was.
He let the tent flap swish closed as he looked her over.
She regarded him. “Did I startle you?”
Hehadstarted, jerked in surprise, of course, but he hadn’t cried out or yelled or made any noise. “Not at all,” he said smoothly. She was seated on his cot. He sat down next to her. He touched her, bold, one hand on her thigh.
She lifted her chin, smiling at him, pleased. “It wasn’t easy getting myself here, of course. You have no idea what a trial it is traveling when one cannot bear the sun. You should appreciate that I’ve gone to a great deal of trouble to find you, George.”
“Likely because you want something from me,” he said.
She clucked her tongue softly. “Now, now, you are far too young to be so bitter and suspicious.”
He laughed knowingly. “You are a demoness, however, are you not, madam?”
She shook her head. “No, no, of course not.” She showed him her fangs.
He remembered the last time she’d bitten him, theplacesshe’d bitten him. He thought of her mouth fastened to his inner thigh, her hand wrapped round the base of his erect prick, and he felt lightheaded with the memory. “You are, though, madam. You truly are.” His voice was hoarse.
She chuckled softly. “Oh, no, no, I have a very mutually beneficial proposition for you, Mr. Wickham. I guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself. And if it is money you are after, I can find you money.”
He swallowed. “But shall I be alive? Or drained of all my blood?”
“I am not here to kill you. Hell and damnation, sir.” She scoffed, as if he were being foolish.
“You practically killed me before,” he said, for he remembered how it had gone. She had stroked his cock and sucked his blood and he had spurted his release all over her hand and he’d never felt a thing like that in his life, never anything so very pleasurable, and she’d kept drinking at him, and that had felt like it simply extended his orgasm into something more pleasant than he could practically bear, and it felt too good to think or breathe or exist, and it went on and on. And then a sweet and pleasant darkness had come up from below, enticing and tempting, and he had let it wash over him, and then awakened, hours later, trousers round his ankles, thirsty and with his head pounding worse than any time he’d overindulged in drink. He’d been quite weak as he put his clothes in order, and his entire body had ached. It had taken him days to fully recover.
“This won’t be like that,” she said.
His mouth was dry. Was he disappointed?
