Page 93 of When Bones Whisper
Nathaniel licked his upper lip. “Let it out,” he commanded. “I want to hear you.”
Her clitoris throbbed sharply with his stern command, her pulse thudding within the bundle of nerves just as her carotid had when his fangs sank into her neck.
Slowly, he ran his hands over her stomach, gliding them over the thin fabric of her nightgown until he reached the swell of her breasts, exposing them to the cool night air. Warmth cascaded from his skin to hers as he cupped, his large hands enveloping them entirely, and moaned when her nipples pebbledagainst his palms. Every part of her wanted him to dominate her, not that she wanted to admit that.
Goosebumps pricked over her skin as he circled his thumb over her nipple, sending shockwaves down to her clitoris. Pinching his fingers around the delicate skin of her nipple, he held it there until she whimpered. Arching off the bed, she rocked against her fingers, desperate for a release.
Her chest heaved, a faint breath escaping when he leaned over, nipping and teasing her with his tongue, fangs gliding over the swell. Finally, he drew her swollen peaks into his mouth, moving between both, his fiery licks sending heat soaring to her core.
Pulling back just an inch, he hovered over her nipple, and with a hot exhale said, “You moan so prettily for me, little lamb.”
Delicious tremors quivered her lips, and she moaned weakly, her breath cutting off midway when pulses of heat chased through her spine. His praise deepened her thrill, her eyes falling closed. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, but God did it feel good.
His husky voice rumbled into her. “Hmm, so responsive to even the slightest stimulation.” He paused, the corner of his mouth tilting upward. “Do you like it when I touch you there?”
Charlotte ached to explore his body in return.Yes, she wanted him desperately,she thought. She nodded, unable to form the words, sweat beading her skin.
“Use your words,” he said in a purr, sliding a hand under her knee and continuing dangerously higher. Her legs fell open in invitation, a moan passing through her lips.
“Yes, I do.”
He chuckled. “What about here?”
She arched into his stroking hands, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he palmed her. His tone deepened and his throbbing cock ground high against her inner thigh. “You’re so wet.” His pained, hungry voice toppled her into delirious, inescapableneed.
Every touch was blissful, a desirous torture as he prodded her opening, teasing her entrance with one finger. She pushed herself down, moaning when he pushed inside, the pad of thumb still rubbing her clit side to side, bringing her closer to the edge. Her walls clenched around him and he groaned, then lifted his head. “You feel so damned good. Iacheto taste you.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him with those fuck me eyes, biting hard on her bottom lip. She rocked against the glide of his finger pushing under the hood of skin, sending sparks traveling into her legs and toes.
“Not yet,love,” he said when she edged closer, tasting the pinnacle of release.
“Don’t stop,” she begged when he slowed his strokes, chasing the warmth of his touch. “Please.Nathaniel.”
He grunted in a half groan, half laugh. “Keep saying my name like that and this will be over before either of us are ready.”
“I want you to take me now,” she begged wantonly.
A storm brewed in the pools of his eyes, gray and depthless. Tunneling her fingers through his messy hair, another desperate moan escaped her.
He ignored her plea and purred, “You’re doing so well.” His fingers rubbed her clit in slow, steady strokes, slowing every time she came close, brushing a spot that sent her hips arching off the mattress. “Tell me you’re mine,Charlotte.”
A gasp knotted in her throat. It wasn’t the first time she had heard her name on his tongue, but this time it sounded different. Desperate even.
“Could I be yours?” she asked, the bond straining between them like a tight band, ready to snap at any moment.
With a grip on her thigh, he drew her closer, holding her in a hard embrace, his thumb pressing hard against her swollen clit. “Do you know what that would mean?” he questioned, his tone serious.
“That you might eventually kill me because of the bond?” she uttered through a gasp, pleasure cascading through her core, and eyed his thick, pouty lips, wishing she could kiss them again.
“It means I would never let you go. It is not only the bloodlust of the bond that draws me to you,” he admitted, bringing her closer with each sweep of his torturous fingers. “It is your soul, your heart, your mind, and yes,your blood. It is all I can think about.”
She ran her fingers over his chiseled jawline, grazing the tips of his fangs protruding over his lips, struggling to focus as hewound her tighter until she was rocking her hips, chasing his prolonged, expert touches.
A shiver rippled the muscles in his back as just a dribble of liquid heat soaked through his underwear and against her leg, as she pressed her fingers against his fangs.
“Then bite me,” she said, losing herself in his caress, to the way he pushed his erection against her body in fervent strokes.
She had definitely lost her mind, but those thoughts kept coming. He was darkness in her light, tempting her to wander. She never thought she would want to go willingly.
