Page 49 of Night of the Vampire
Even as desperate as I was to be inside of her, I couldn't resist running my hands over her body one more time—squeezing her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, then sliding them down her soft stomach to her rounded hips. I lifted her higher and lined myself up at her entrance, sliding balls-deep inside of her with one quick thrust. I cried out as her wet heat surrounded me, tightening around my cock, then watched myself slide slowly out of her and back in again. My fangs ached to bury themselves in her vein, to take her blood inside of me as I came. But I couldn't. Not this time.
Ah, gods. I couldn't wait anymore. Grasping her hips between my palms, I increased my thrusts as I found her clit with my thumb. Her own cries of pleasure were sweeter than anything I'd ever heard. She was absolutely stunning, her back arched to take me even deeper, her breasts bouncing and her head thrown back as I fucked her hard.
Then she opened her eyes and let me in to the deepest part of her soul. I watched her lose herself, her emotions crashing over me as she hovered on the edge of her orgasm, and with a roar I buried myself as deep as I could go, feeling her body pulse around my cock, draining my own pleasure from me until I couldn't hold myself upright anymore and collapsed on top of her.
Immediately, I rolled off of her, pulling her with me until she was on top. "I'm not done with you, yet, Acushla."
Lifting her until she was straddling my hips, I slid back inside of her.
"Oh, my God," she moaned when she felt how hard I still was.
"Your God isn't going to save you." Bending my knees, I pushed deep.
* * *
I awoke to a prickly feeling on my skin. The dawn was coming.
This was the part of being a vampire I loathed at times. We had automatic shutters on every window on this house that locked down automatically at sunrise and lifted at sunset, but I'd disabled them after bringing Lizzy here. I didn't want her to be scared when they suddenly slid down. And since we couldn't have anything underground here in New Orleans because of the water levels, there was nowhere I could go without turning them back on.
Lizzy was sound asleep, her limbs tangled with mine, her head on my chest, her dark hair covering my stomach. I hated to leave her, but I should really go check on Kenya. I could only imagine what she was thinking after what happened last night.
Carefully, I slid out from beneath my new mate, taking a second to admire her naked form before I pulled the blankets over her. I got my wallet from my jeans and found the rest of my clothes, needing to pull my shirt out from underneath Wiggles where he'd made himself a bed on the floor. I replaced it with the blanket Lizzy had worn and gave him a face rub before I kissed Lizzy on the head, gathered up the bloody clothes I'd ruined, and went out to the kitchen to leave her a note.
It occurred to me then that she didn't have a cell phone. That she hadn't had one since the fire. At least not that I had seen. And I'd never even asked if she had money, or needed anything other than the very basics of food, water and shelter. Apparently, she had enough to buy some food, but just in case, I pulled some cash out of my wallet and left it with the note.
I arrived back at the swamp just as the first rays of the sun were coming up over the horizon. Tossing my bloody clothes into the swamp for the gators to fight over, I rushed into the house.
Jamal was in the kitchen, the shades closed and the blackout curtains drawn. "Hey," he greeted me when I walked in. "How is Lizzy?"
I didn't miss the undercurrent to his tone. "She's fine. I left her at the house. She's staying there, by the way. Someone tried to burn her apartment down the other night, with her inside of it."
"What?" Water hissed on the stove and he turned around to shut off the burner. "Who the fuck did that?"
I leaned up against the refrigerator door, crossing my arms over my chest. "I only know it was a witch. I felt it as soon as I got inside."
His eyebrows lifted. "You actually ran into a burning building to save her?"
"Lizzy and her dog, yeah."
"When was this?"
"A few nights ago."
"Huh." He grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and poured some boiling water over a tea bag. "Who'd have thought."
I eyed his broad back. "I would do the same for you, you know."
He looked at me over his shoulder. "Yeah, I know. It doesn't change anything between us."
"I wish I knew what would."
Turning around to face me, he said, "You do."
I met his eyes with my own. "I can't do that, Jamal. And I wish you'd stop asking it of me. Truly."
Coming over to me, he handed me the tea cup. "You should take this to Kenya. She's scared shitless you're going to rip off her head when she sees you again. She's probably in there freaking the hell out."
I was glad for the change of subject. "How is she?"
