Page 38 of Fanged Secrets
I held her gaze, coming to a decision. I knew that deep down a part of me still feared the woman in front of me. Dylan looked lost and alarmed and incredibly human then, but I knew what those fangs were capable of.
But even so, I wanted to see her, all of her. I wanted to know her like the back of my hand. If we were to have any hopeof salvaging the connection between us, we had to know each other. We had to let each other in.
Dylan seemed to notice the change in my eyes, the resolve that had settled there. She hesitated for a moment and then began to undress, slow and uncertain. She shimmied out of her torn leggings and underwear, and her eyes never left my face, wary as if it was some kind of test. But all I wanted was to know her inside and out.
My heart thudded a frenetic beat as I watched Dylan step into the shower. The water streamed down her slender body, pasting her long black hair to her back. She turned and watched me through the steam, ethereal in her starkness.
I stared back, teetering on a knife's edge.
Slowly, I tugged my shirt off and undressed. Steam clouded the room and condensed on the mirror above the sink, softening the edges of my reflection as I passed it and stepped into the cascading water beside Dylan. The space was small and cramped, and the hot water cascaded around us as I moved closer, taking small, shuddering breaths.
My hands explored her inch by inch, sifted through her hair, and traveled down her back. The pads of my fingers pressed into the twin dimples below her spine. My palms brushed her hips and settled on her waist.
Dylan granted me time to learn her, closing her eyes and turning her face upward like the whole thing was a religious experience. When my hand moved to her stomach, palm flattening against the slope below her navel, I saw her lips part. She sucked in a breath I couldn’t hear, but the motion lifted her shoulders and expanded her ribs. I stilled there, but my fingers were tempted to travel lower.
A static electricity prickled under my fingers, and Dylan closed her palm over the back of my hand.
We looked at each other, face to face under the stream that soaked through my hair and flowed down my body in rivulets. The water took all of the dirt and all of the anguish and animosity down the drain with it. Dylan held my gaze and edged my hand further down her stomach, guiding my fingers to the honey pot between her legs. Warmer and warmer, hot to the touch, my fingers met her burning desire. My body quaked and I glanced up at her, for permission, or maybe to gauge her reaction. I wasn’t quite sure myself.
Dylan dipped her head toward me in response. Our mouths met gently, tentatively, like it was the very first time they did so. Her lips were cold and soft, melding perfectly to mine. At the slightest contact, that crackling electricity sparked through my body, a burning heat pooling at my center. It was more than lust, more than a simple want. I put a hand to her sternum and gently pressed her to the wall, my fingers moving to stroke her bare mound.
Dylan’s back arched in response, her hips bucking out to meet me. She parted her lips to let me in and I ran my tongue across her teeth, feeling the sharp prick of her fangs. A part of me wanted to climb her, wrap my legs around her narrow waist, mark her, and beg her to claim me in turn. But more than that, I wanted to stay very still, conjoined as we were, while the water poured down around us.
I ran a hand once over her bare, wet entrance, stroking along the length, before carefully delving a finger inside. Then two. I watched Dylan groan again and thrust her hips out, pushing my fingers deeper. I curled them inside her, stroking and coaxing. With my tongue probing her open mouth, I brought my thumb up to circle her clit.
The slow, steady rhythm had her breaking the kiss, leaning back against the tiles and pushing her jaw out as the sensation overwhelmed her. It wasn’t fast enough to make her cum, wasn’tslow enough to not leave her on the edge. I drew her to a precipice, refusing to let her topple off the end.
After almost a minute of tormenting her like that, Dylan lifted a shaking hand, gripped the back of my neck, and hauled me closer. Our chests collided, skin-on-skin contact that made my nipples harden.
“More.” I watched her lips move, felt the breathy plea against my cheek, and finally obliged, pumping my fingers in and out of her until my hand was wet with her juices. I watched with hazy arousal as she constricted around my fingers.
The dim light of the bathroom illuminated her pale body, her dark hair streamed down her shoulders, cascading over her chest. I nudged aside wet strands, catching the raised bud of her nipple and lapping at it with my tongue. My free hand came up to tease at the other. Dylan’s grip on my nape tightened, crushing me closer to her slicked body. I explored her with my mouth, running my tongue over smooth soft skin in unhurried thoroughness.
When her bucking hips grew frantic and disorderly, I removed my fingers, feeling the accusatory dig of her nails in the nape of my neck at the loss of sensation. Acting on impulse, indulging in every aspect of her, I lifted my fingers to my lips and tasted her. Like faerie food, it was transcendental. No taste could ever compare. It sent me rearing forward to capture her lips in a rushed, devouring kiss before dragging my mouth down her body.
I dropped to my knees, trailing my tongue down the scarred flesh of her stomach as I went. When I looked up, Dylan’s eyes were closed, relishing every caress with parted lips. She looked almost angelic like that, with a halo of steam on her brow. Water rushed down the slopes of her body like Aphrodite rising from the ocean.
My fingers traced a path down her hips, hauling one of her legs over my shoulder, both hands digging into the soft, supple flesh of her posterior. I tilted my head to watch her as I licked at her inner thigh, circling ever closer to her epicenter. Dylan propped an elbow against the shower taps for balance and leaned her head on her arm. Her eyes fluttered open, watching me with unfettered desire.
With careful, tempered restraint my mouth found her heat and she bucked against me, spilling hot nectar on my probing tongue. It was quickly replaced by my fingers, sliding into her welcoming warmth and stoking the fire in her belly. My tongue stroked at her swollen clit, and the warmth between my legs blazed like an all-consuming inferno. I flicked at the swollen bud, dipping my tongue in and out of her dripping sex.
Dylan writhed above me, her quivering hands resting on and then fiercely gripping my shoulders. My prying fingers picked up speed, my mouth working at her entrance even as hot streams of water cascaded over me, making it impossible to breathe. I had no need for air. Lost in the tantalizing taste of her, there was nothing more I could ever want.
Her body broke quickly after that and I felt her inner walls tighten around my fingers as she threw her head back and thrust against my welcoming lips, riding out her climax on my tongue. I lapped at her center, holding her in place as she twitched and writhed, her body wracked with a shuddering instability.
When the spasms finally subsided, Dylan lowered her leg from my shoulder and leaned unsteadily against the wall. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession, and she watched me through heavy-lidded eyes. Before I’d fully climbed to my feet, Dylan gripped my chin, claiming my mouth with a fierce kiss that nearly knocked me over.
Without a word, she turned the water off and wrapped her arms around me again. She crushed me to her chest, lifting meoff my feet and carrying me back into the bedroom while my legs dangled around her ankles. In one smooth motion, she splayed me out on the bed and crawled on top of me. Water dripped from her hair that hung around me like dark ravines. The sheets beneath me were damp but I didn’t mind. I thrust my head back as she descended upon me, arching upward to meet her.
It felt good to let go. I didn’t know how much I needed the release until I handed the reins over to her. Dylan gripped my hips, melding her body to mine. The look in her eyes said it all. There was no going back now. I had reached another side of her, and this possessive streak was primal.
Dylan kissed her way down my neck as her hands began a gentle exploration of my body in turn. She brushed damp tendrils of hair from my face and planted soft kisses and gentle nips over every area of bare skin.
I murmured inaudibly, my lips moving of their own accord as she moved her mouth lower, trailing down my chest and running her tongue down the length of my stomach. She took her time, tasting me, teasing me. But her eyes burned with that same ravenous intensity. Shivers shook my bare body and I reached for her, tugging her closer and grinding slow, licentious thrusts against her thigh.
I felt the point of her fangs brush my throat, right below my earlobe. A distant voice in the back of my head warned me to be cautious, but the tantalizing graze of her tongue on the juncture of my neck made my head spin.
Dylan removed herself for a moment, edging backward and leaving my hot skin vulnerable to the cool air. I opened fluttering eyes to find her and felt her fingers close on my calf, flipping me over to my stomach with an alarming strength that overshot her slender frame.
