Page 93 of Fated to the Vampire Prince
Humming in the back of my throat, I let go of her hand and backed away from the bed, watching the need and want blowing her pupils into dark chasms. Breaking eye contact, I went about removing what was left of my clothing and tossed it on the floor. I could feel her warm gaze tracing the lines of my back, heating skin that had been cold for centuries.
“I thought I told you to close your eyes,” I teased, as I made my way over to the washbasin to scrub the smears of bloodand sticky sweat from my body. Rivulets of water ran down my stomach and puddled onto the floor until I was someone I recognized in the mirror once again. Not the bloodthirsty monster I’d become.
Claire was propped up on her elbows, watching me with a delicious flush running from her cheeks to her throat. All her copper hair loose around her face and cascading down her shoulders.
“You’re not closing your eyes.”
“I want to watch you,” she said. Chest heaving. Flush spreading. “I want to watch you watching me. I want you to see how tortured I am.”
I fisted my hard length as I drank her in. Rubbing it up and down like a depraved man, because I was a depraved man. My need thick and hard and already dripping for her.
She tracked the movement of each stroke as I made my way back to the foot of the bed. “Show me,” I demanded, my voice thick with pleasure. “Show me how tortured you are.”
Claire pushed herself onto her knees and undid the clasp on her black cloak, letting it slip off her shoulders and fall to the bed. Next came the buttons running down the front of her bodice. With each one, she showed me more and more skin until she could remove her arms from the belled sleeves.
My breath stilled. Time stilled. The whole damn world may have stilled, and it wouldn’t have mattered. I longed to touch her. To taste the peaks of her nipples. To draw each one in my mouth, sucking gently while her body writhed beneath me. “Oh, Claire,” I managed, as a fresh bead of slickness rolled down my tip. “You torture me.”
A wicked grin spread across her face as she reached behind her back and began undoing the buttons of her skirt until it inched down her hips. The petticoat was next. Both bunching around her knees by the time she was done.
Finally, I had a perfect view of the thin undergarments covering her sweet little cunt. With her eyes locked on mine, Claire tugged them down her thighs until the soft v between them was bare for me.
She was everything, all at once.
“I am not worthy of such beauty,” I explained, one hand braced against the footboard of the bed to keep me in place. “Of such perfection.” I drew in a ragged breath. I was dying to hold her. To lick and taste her. But I stayed put. Knowing it would be worth the wait. “But I will do my best to earn you over and over again.”
“For a man of few words, you’ve given me many.”
This woman would be the death of me. I was sure of it. But she wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t help it. Everything about Claire drew me, whether it was because we were fated or because I’d want her even if we weren’t. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she said faintly. One hand cupping her breast. Squeezing it. “I like it.”
I let out a groan. “Keep playing with yourself. Let me hear how tortured you are. How badly you want this.”
Slowly, Claire reclined back on the pillows. I moved her skirt out of the way so I had a better view of her hand snaking between her thighs and parting her slick seam.
She gasped, and so did I as I opened the connection between us. Feeling everything she felt as she explored her body. Finding pleasure in each little circle of her finger. Moaning. Sighing. Trembling. Breathing my name. Unable to stop myself, I climbed onto the mattress, and gently coaxed her legs open.
My fingers glided down her thighs, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps as she continued. I’d be right here so many times, but this time, I wasn’t between her legs for a feeding. I was here to devour her. To satisfy her. To make her my wife.
Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I ran my tongue along her sex, and her legs snapped shut around my neck.
“B-Bastien, please,” Claire moaned, her fingers twining in my hair.
I knew what she wanted. I knew what she needed to come. I could feel it. Soft, slow strokes of my tongue, teasing her first, before picking up the pace. Then licking, licking, licking. Lapping every drop of her. Her hips circling as she chased her pleasure.
I felt it building inside me. So close. So close. But she needed more. I crawled on top of her, rubbing the heavy weight of my cock over her center, sending bolts of pleasure through every inch of me.
“Claire…” Her name whispered like a prayer almost too precious to be spoken aloud. “Come for me. Come all over me.”
“I’m-I’m.Oh, Bastien!”
“I know, darling. Let it go.”
Gripping my back so hard I was sure she’d drawn blood, Claire screamed my name as she trembled beneath me. She ran her hands up my back, pulling me closer against her. I relished the feel of her skin against mine. All the waiting was over. We were finally, finally giving in to each other.
I trailed my cock down until it pressed against her entrance. She was so wet, and I was so hard. She wrapped her legs around my hips and coaxed me deeper, but I resisted.
Nuzzling my nose against the side of her face, I pressed a kiss against her jaw, then whispered, “I’ve ached for you. Burned for you. Dreamed of you even though I haven’t slept in hundreds of years. I need you. All of you. My love. Myonlylove. Are you ready to become my wife?”
