Page 79 of The Vampire's Thirst
When his sharp teeth slid into her skin, the sucking pulls erotic, Chiara lost control. He fed. Her blood saved him as he had saved her. Floating in a hazy fog, she bucked her hips until her flesh sizzled, and her heels clenched Dax’s ass to pull him in closer.
A tidal wave struck Chiara. It ebbed. It swelled. She couldn’t tell if she rode the crest higher and higher or if she drowned beneath the surge of water. Whichever, she didn’t care if she ever breathed again as long as Dax was inside her. When the sea calmed, she floated. Weightless. Sated.
Yes. Yes. This is better than the books said.
While she still trembled, he withdrew his fangs and licked her neck, sealing the wound.
She slid her heavy lids up to study him. Poised above her, he was exquisite. A touch of blood stained his lips. His eyes rolled into his lids. His shoulders bunched. Fighting for his own release, he was frenzied, rough, pounding into her. But she didn’t want tame. She wanted her vampire. After a last huge push, he stilled, his warmth spilling inside her.
Minutes passed before he fell onto Chiara, her body pinned beneath his heavy weight. Wrapping his arms around her, he twisted them both to the side.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, his heart beating rapidly.
“I didn’t want it to be a factor.”
“But it is.” He shifted to his back, cradling her against his chest.
“Why?” Chiara struggled to steady her breathing.
“Because I shouldn’t have been your first.” He buried his nose in her hair.
“Why?”
“I wasn’t gentle. Damn. I should have gone slower. I could have done other things to prepare you. We didn’t even get naked. My pants are around my knees, and your gown is at your waist. We should have been flesh to flesh.”
“I thought we were great, but what do I know.”
He tucked her under his chin, his palm stroking her hair. “Your first should have been a male who loved you.”
“I want you,” she mumbled against his skin.
“You can’t have me.” His reluctant hand pressed her closer.
“Why not?”
“I’m ruined. Broken. I’ll never be what you need. For Gahya’s sake, I don’t want to be what you need.”
Breaking from his hold, Chiara wriggled her gown down her legs. She punched the pillow. “Don’t tell me what I need. I wanted you to make love to me. You did.”
Propping his head in a palm, his elbow on the bed, he laughed, his beautiful mouth drawn into a sneer. “Make love? Little witch, I didn’t make love to you. I fucked you. And I fucked you hard.” Leaving an icy chill between them, he grumbled, rolling over to give Chiara his back. “Go to sleep.”
Really? He fucked me?
She drew her bent legs to her chest and with as much strength as she could gather, kicked her feet into Dax’s ass. He shot to the floor, his stupid pants still around his knees.
From his disadvantaged position on the rug, he muttered something. His fangs gleamed white as he snarled, “Damn, female. What the hell was that for?”
“That’s for being a fangwad. If you try to sneak into my bed, I’ll turn you into a dead toad.”
The vampire hoisted his pants into place, zipped up, and yanked off her blanket and top sheet to make a pallet on the floor. “Flip me a pillow,” he growled.
“No.”
She rose to get another cover from the closet, grinning when she saw Dax curled on the uncomfortable thin carpet, squirming, wiggling from side to side.Let him suffer.She crawled into bed, pulling up the blanket. A moment later, she tossed and turned. “Damn. Here.” She lobbed a pillow at the arrogant vampire’s head.
Chapter Seventeen
Thornrubbed his fingers over the back of Fin’s hand as they grinned at each other like lovesick idiots. The waitress interrupted with their breakfasts. Eggs over easy, potatoes, toast, and extra ham for Dax and him. Fin went with biscuits and gravy.Good. Lots of calories to keep up her strength. Chiara fiddled with some yogurt thing topped with fruit.
