Page 76 of The Firebrand
He bent forward to take her mouth in a possessive kiss. She accepted him, her breasts rubbing his flesh, her thighs cradling him.
She moaned.
When he released her tempting lips, he brushed his tongue along the pulse in her neck. Rein paused, his sharp canines elongating. He thirsted for her vein.
“Your eyes. What’s wrong?” asked Brae when he backed away.
He knew she saw red circle his blue irises. He was beyond talk. Instead, he clasped a hand behind her neck, lifting her to his mouth.
As he lingered, preparing to suckle, she trembled, whimpering his name. “Yes, Rein.”
No. I can’t. I won’t.
But his tongue flicked out. He licked her skin. Every nerve sparked as if he’d stepped on a downed power line. While the beast urged him on, he imagined her blood coating his mouth, sliding down his throat.
No.
Breathe. Breathe. Control.
Wide-eyed, he fought to contain his vampire needs. He stared at the auburn-haired female who twisted her head to the side, giving him open access, trusting him. He craved her as he had no other. Even in the days after his Awakening, when he had succumbed to every desire, nothing had affected him like Brae. Then there had been a simplicity to his cravings. Blood and death. He wanted. He took. A simple exchange. A life for his pleasure.
With Braelyn, nothing was simple. She stirred complicated feelings. Blood urges?Yes. Along with a need for total possession of her body. To own her. To dominate her. To keep her forever. But he avoided complications. So, he willed his fangs to recede while forcing himself away from her vein.
A wise male would climb off the bed. End the madness. But his dick had other ideas. It refused to give up.
With shallow, rapid breaths, in through his nose, out through his mouth, he slowed the beat of his heart. He stroked the curve of her breasts, skimmed his hands along her belly, palmed her sex. She was wet, inviting.
She moaned when he shoved a finger into her pussy, pressing into his invasion, eager. He retreated but returned with two fingers, stretching her, making her ready to take him and his violent desires. “You’re so damn slick. Do you want to come this way?”
“No. I want you inside me. Now.”
She explored, her palms skating along his chest and sliding down his waist, his thighs, touching him, warming his flesh.
He guided her hand to his heavy, aching need. “Feel that. I’m going to feed it to you one slow inch at a time.”
She stroked him until he thought he might release right then.
With the tip of his shaft to her opening, he did not penetrate. He teased, fighting the beast who wanted hard and fast.
He nudged, pushed in, pulled out. A little farther. Probing. Stretching her.
Braelyn’s legs wrapped around him, her heels hauling him in tight, encouraging him to go deeper. Another inch. Torturous. But sweet pleasure. He tilted his hips. Backward. Forward until his full, thick length throbbed deep inside her moist sheath.
She winced, trying to pull back.
“Am I hurting you, Brae?”
“Wait. Let me get used to you.” She moaned but dug her nails into his ass to keep him close. “I just need a minute. Please, don’t stop.”
Her muscles squeezed him as she began a slow undulation, rolling her pelvis.
Assured she was ready, he drew out mid-way. With a single drive, he seated himself to the hilt.
Braelyn ground against him, urging him to fuck her.
Damn. She was tight. Really tight.
He set a leisure rhythm, each stroke of her pussy a caress.
