Page 92 of When Bones Whisper
She turned her body to face him, shifting in his arms, dragging her palm over her thigh, hiking the fabric of her nightdress up with it. Her gaze trickled over the pair of fangs glinting in the darkness, beneath them a thin trickle of blood kissing his swollen bottom lip from biting down as he slept.
He moaned again when she rolled her hips up against him, his eyes dancing restlessly behind his lids.
Every slight flicker of touch set her nerves alight. It had been years since she had been with a boy, but Nathaniel was all man and made her feel things that robbed her of all sense, filling her with sparks in place of the consistent, dull pain that throbbed in her joints.
Pushing back a stray lock of dark hair from his forehead, she admired the way the light cut a contour under his cheekbones, enhancing his already sharp features. Slowly, she brought her fingers down, pausing at his lips.
Pressing gently over his skin, she gasped when she felt the outline of his fangs, grazing her touch over the sharp point.Closing her eyes, she leaned forward, almost pressing her lips to his, but stopped at the last second when her skin feathered his. Long, dark lashes flickered, fanning a delicately detailed shadow under his eyes and all she could think was how she wanted his hands between her legs, kneading the tension tightening in her stomach.
Slowly, she dragged her hand up, exploring the space between her thighs, and struggled to swallow a moan as wetness greeted her.
What was she thinking? He was sleeping and she was taking advantage. Carefully, she swiveled her body away from him, twisting until she was on her side and climbing out of the covers.
Strong hands grabbed her, yanking her back onto the bed, facing her to a now very awake Nathaniel. His stare darkened when he looked at her. “Don’t start something unless you’re willing to finish it.”
She gasped when she realized he was referring to the almost kiss. “You were asleep.”
“You woke me,” he said with a low rumble reverberating in his chest, eyes drifting southward to her pouty lips as she bit the bottom one.
“It drives me crazy when you do that.”
“It does?” she asked, a victorious smirk curved her lips, and she increased the pressure, her teeth sinking deeper into the swollen flesh.
“You look better,” he intoned, gripping her hip solidly, then gliding his thumb over her hip in tiny circles, which was free of the wound.
“I feel better. The effects from blood have worn off too,” she added, so he knew that what was happening was real.
Nathaniel crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you still want to leave?”
Her brows knitted together, then realization dawned. He was referring to her trying to climb out of the bed moments ago.
“No.”
His hand blurred to her wrist and her stomach somersaulted as his nostrils flared. Her mouth watered, disbelief forming her mouth into an O as he dragged her arousal coated fingers closer and inhaled deeply. “What a naughty little lamb. Were you touching yourself while I slept mere meters away?”
A blush crept up her throat. “I—oh God.”
She hardly had time to register her embarrassment before he drew the glistening digits past his lips and tasted her. Nathaniel’s tongue circled the sensitive tips, then darted to the V of taut skin between her index and middle fingers, flicking licks.
Her eyes widened, utterly enthralled as he sucked them, never ceasing the deft motions of his tongue. Charlotte had no hope of muting her moan when his fangs grazed the pads.
“Fuck, you taste good.” A deep, cavernous groan resonated in his chest as he watched her through shuttered eyes, pupils wide in anticipation. “What were you thinking about?”
She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, guiding his eyes to her mouth. “You,” she admitted huskily, the confession blushing her cheeks. “I was thinking about how it would feel to have your lips on me.”
“Whereexactly?”
Her heart thundered against her ribcage like a bird barred behind an unforgiving cage, her breaths escaping in shaky bursts, but she met his seductive stare and held it. “Everywhere.”
Reckless, desperate need swam in his eyes. “Show me.”
Heat flooded her cheeks as she looked at him with wild, glossy eyes. “I can’t do that. It’s improper and…” she trailed off before finishing.
“To hell with improper,” he said deeply, every word a purr in her ears. “Now, show me what you were doing with those fingers.”
Hesitantly, she searched his face, searching for any spark of a jest, but nothing in his hardened expression showed any sign that he was toying with her.
His intrusive stare held hers when she slowly reached down, sliding her fingers into her soaking folds, swallowing a moan when she circled her swollen bud clumsily, stroking up and down.
