Page 86 of Burn Falls
Our clothes went flying, and before I knew it, our mouths were pressed together in a searing kiss that lasted many minutes. Draven spun me around, my back against the doorjamb of the bathroom as he reached with his free hand and turned on the water. Just as he was about to pick me up and put me in the tub, there was a knock on the door.
“Fuck,” Draven groaned and dashed to the door—naked. “Thanks,” I heard him mutter. The door slammed and then he was back, lifting me and putting me in the water.
I squealed as the lukewarm water hit my back. “I’m going to need to get used to your speed—and strength.”
“Sorry, sweets. While I can’t fuck you without feeding first, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to eat you.”
“How did Athan get back so soon?”
“Store is just down the street.”
“And he can run fast.”
“And he can run fast.” He smiled.
Without any more talking, Draven knelt and just like before, he did wicked things between my legs.
He took his bag into the bathroom as I lay naked on the bed, waiting for him to return. When Draven stepped around the corner in all his glory—his dick at attention—he was wiping his mouth. I took a deep breath to get the image of him drinking blood out of my head and instead, looked down at his impressive cock.
Just thinking about the weekend before was enough to turn me on. Granted, when we had sex, I didn’t know Draven was a vampire. Now I would know what was cold between my legs. I would know why he was ravenous as he pounded into me—even while I was on top. I would know that I was fucking someone that was—
“What are you thinking about?” Draven asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Everything.”
“Are you okay with this?” He stepped closer.
“Of course I am.”
“We can go slow.” The end of the bed dipped as Draven crawled up the foot of the mattress in between my parted legs.
“Can we?” Given the other times, I wasn’t sure if he was capable of going slow, especially since it had been four nights since I’d seen him.
He smirked and nipped my earlobe. “I’ll try.”
Draven’s hand went between my legs, and the moment his cold fingers met my hot skin, I sucked in a breath.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
His lips met mine, and while our tongues twirled around each other, his fingers pumped in and out of my center. How couldsomethingthat wasn’t breathing be this skillful? His fingers worked between my legs, causing me to get wetter and wetter and closer and closer. His fingers were fast—like lightning speed, and before I knew it, I shattered. My back arched, my body quaked, and I moaned—loud.
“Trying to sleep here!” Athan banged on the other side of the wall.
“Should have known we needed rooms on different floors of the hotel.” Draven rolled his eyes and then pressed his forehead against mine.
“Creepy fucker would probably still hear us,” I teased.
“I’m not a creepy fucker!” Athan boomed.
“Just ignore him.”
Draven rose and slid me closer to him, bending my knees to my chest. He tilted my hips back a little and then entered me inch by delicious inch. His strokes started off slow, going in and then almost pulling out of me completely before pushing deeply back in. My hands cupped each of my breasts as I kneaded them, pinching each nipple that sent waves of pleasure to my core.
“Fuck, sweets. Keep doing that.”
My gaze met his, and I bit my lip. “You like when I play with myself?”
