Page 57 of Secret of the Vampire
She studied me for long moments, and I could see the indecision on her face, the fleeting expressions of hope and anger and fear and longing.
Gods, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to pull her into my arms and feel all of that smooth, wet skin against mine. And yes, I wanted to fuck her again. It was torture standing so close to her and feeling like she was still so far away.
Finally, she spoke. “You want me to trust you.”
I nodded. Gently, I took her face between my hands, giving her plenty of time to pull away.
She didn’t.
The kiss was just a brush of my lips to hers, and I felt her bottom lip tremble. “Don’t cry,” I whispered against her mouth. “Please don’t cry. It’ll be okay.” I wanted to tell her straight out that I was only playing a role. That he would never get us out of this city if I could help it, but that I had to be so careful. There were other lives at stake beside our own.
Kenya wrapped her hands around my wrists, holding my hands to her face as she met my eyes. “It is true,” she whispered. “Gods help me, but it is.”
Touching my forehead to hers, I closed my eyes and exhaled. “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you dying on that bed weeks ago,” I admitted. “I felt it all the way to my bones, and I had to save you. I had to. Because if I didn’t, my life would be over.” I kissed her head, her nose, her mouth. “Thank you.”
“For what?” she asked. “I still think you’re a bastard.”
“I probably am,” I said. “But not in the way you think.”
There were questions in her eyes. Things I couldn’t answer. At least, not right now. But I could show her how I felt and how much she meant to me. “Let me take care of you,” I told her quietly.
“I don’t know how to be with someone like you,” she whispered.
“I know.” Sliding one hand over her shoulder and down her arm, I lifted her hand to my chest. “Touch me,” I whispered. “It’s okay.” I kissed her. Once. Twice. Again. Groaning when I felt the tip of her tongue tasting me. One hand around the back of her neck, I wrapped my other arm around her waist, pulling her against me. My knees went weak when I felt her bare curves against me, and my body hardened even more.
Steam from the hot water rose around us, encompassing us in our own little world as I worshiped her with my hands and mouth until all of the stiffness left her and she was trembling in my arms. Then I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my hips as I pressed her up against the cool tiles and found her entrance with the tip of my cock.
Kenya moaned and rolled her hips against me, her parted lips showing the white tips of her fangs, long and sharp.
I kissed her as I slid inside, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. She was so tight like this. I gave her a few seconds to make sure she was okay, but when I felt her thighs tighten around me as she tried to lift herself, I cupped her ass and began to move.
Her fingers dug into my back, and she cried out as I thrust into her, fast and hard. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls tighten, my orgasm sliding down my spine and up the length of my cock. I slowed down and tilted my head away, exposing my throat. “Feed, Kenya,” I rasped.
The sharp tips of her fangs scraped the skin above my jugular and I groaned. “Yes, honey,” I told her. “It’s okay. Do it.”
Fast as a viper, she struck, her fangs sliding through my skin to sink into my vein. I cried out, the feel of her fangs in me and my cock in her pussy too much. My orgasm hit me like a truck, roaring through me as I thrust into her even deeper, my hips jerking uncontrollably.
Kenya moaned against my throat, her body tightening on my sex momentarily before she convulsed around me, taking everything I had.
And when it was done and she’d pulled her fangs from my throat, I sank to my knees with her still on my lap, too lightheaded to stay upright. The water hitting my back was cooling off. I guess we’d hit our limit on shower time.
“Alex?” Kenya’s hands were on me, pulling my head from her shoulder so she could look at me. “Alex, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I smiled at her.
But she shook her head. “No. No. Shit. I took too much.”
Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I pulled her hands away, kissing the inside of each wrist before I held them between us. “Seriously, I’m okay. I just…” There were no words to describe what I’d just gone through. “If I’d only known how that felt, I would’ve insisted on feeding you that first night we kissed.”
I’d meant it to be a joke, but she didn’t laugh. Didn’t even crack a smile. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I kissed her softly. “I am. And Kenya?”
“Hmm?”
“Be ready,” I told her. I held her eyes, hoping I got my meaning across.
Her eyebrows lowered, those cute little creases appearing between them. Then suddenly, her expression cleared, and her fingers tightened around mine. She nodded.
