Page 54 of Secret of the Vampire
“Please, Kenya. Don’t do it.”
I only felt his breath on my ear, but I heard his words in my head.
“Do you feel what you do to me?”
Again, the words weren’t spoken aloud. Alex was in my head. Or I was in his.
“I want to touch you.”
I couldn’t stop the sound of need I made then. Pulling my fangs from his wrist, I ran my tongue over the wounds and then made a new bite, letting his dark essence flow freely into my mouth. With my free hand, I moved his other arm down, guiding Alex’s fingers to where I wanted them as I let my knees fall to the side, opening myself to his touch.
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. I knew I should be trying to get away, trying to let whoever was outside know I was there.
But I couldn’t stop myself.
He caught on right away and wasted no time undoing the fastening of my slacks and sliding his hand inside. His breath caught when he found me, slick and swollen for him.
I drank from him as he touched me, my entire body trembling with need. His fingers teased my clit, then slid inside of me, his hips simulating the movement, only to come back to that bundle of nerve endings.
The muscles low in my groin tightened and released with every surge of desire he pulled from me. His blood roared through my body, sensitizing my skin and igniting my cells. I felt alive. In tune with everything around me. I felt if I opened my eyes, I would hear colors and see sounds.
His breathing quieted in my ear for a moment, and I heard the footsteps stop outside the door. The knob rattled and then stopped, before the steps continued on down off the porch and around the other side of the house.
“Come for me.”
His voice, husky and deep and raw with need, reverberated through me, raising goose bumps on my skin. I hovered on the edge of my orgasm, each wave stronger than the last…
“Come for me, Kenya,” he ordered.
I crashed over the edge, his wrist tight to my mouth, muting the sounds I made as my orgasm rocked through me, my head thrown back against his shoulder and my fingers digging into his thighs.
“JesusChrist.” This time the words were whispered in my ear. “I need to fuck you.” He left his hand cupping my cunt possessively as he drew his long legs in, trapping me between them. His hips rocked into me, and I could feel him, thick and hard, straining against his jeans. “Kenya.” My name was a plea on his lips.
When my heartbeat slowed and I’d caught my breath enough to think somewhat clearly, I released his wrist, licking the wounds closed. I was exhausted, and yet at the same time I’d never felt more alive. More free. My senses were on high alert. I could hear insects crawling through the marsh outside. The flick of an alligator’s tail in the water a mile away. Footsteps growing farther and farther away, not making any effort to stay quiet now. I could see the smallest dust motes floating through the air, reflected in the moonlight coming through a tiny crack in the wall. I was completely satiated.
And yet, I wanted more.
Because all I could smell was Alex. His skin. His blood. His sex. All I could feel was his strength surrounding me. Could hear his blood rushing through his veins and his heart pounding in his chest.
Leaning back against him, I lifted my ass off the floor and slid my slacks down over my hips and off of one leg. As I did that, Alex freed himself from his jeans, his breathing harsh.
In the next second, I was back in his lap and he was sliding inside of me.
He held me there for a second, his fingers digging into my hips. And then he drew his knees up on either side of me, bracing himself, and began to lift me up and down, fucking me as he said he wanted to do. There was nothing sweet about it, just pure animalistic need, and that was just fine with me.
And when that wasn’t enough, he slid down the wall until he was flat on his back on the floor and I could get my knees under me. He was deeper now, filling me completely, guiding me with his hands on my hips, his heels digging into the floor. His breathing was loud, harsh, and interspersed with the sexiest sounds.
I wished I could see his face.
He quickened the pace, angling my body to get impossibly deeper. I cried out, all thoughts leaving my head as I found myself with my fingers.
“Kenya…gods…”
My head fell back on my shoulders as my inner muscles clenched tight, the pleasure nearly too much to stand, building up and sending me higher and higher until it was too much and I came crashing down the other side.
With a hoarse cry, he pulled me down hard, and I felt him pulsing inside of me as he found his own release, his breath on the back of my neck as he sat up and pulled me hard against his chest.
We sat this way for a long time. Neither one moving nor saying a word. Afraid to break the spell and go back to the reality of why we were here to begin with.
