Page 69 of Night of the Vampire
"Say you'll stay with me," he ordered.
"That's not fair," I told him.
"You're right. It's not. And I don't give a shite. You're mine, Lizzy. I just need you to admit the truth to yourself."
As he dropped wet kisses along my jaw, my throat, and back to my lips, I slid my hands beneath his shirt and up over his tight abs to his chest. My fingertips brushed over his nipples, eliciting another moan before I slid them around his ribcage and dug my nails into his back. It was a gesture that perfectly described how I felt, both desperate and resentful of my need for him. I felt his hard length against my stomach and went for the fastening of his jeans.
A few seconds later he was free, thick and hard, filling my palm. Running my thumb over the wide head, I felt drops of moisture leaking from the tip before I tightened my grip and ran it up and down his length as he'd done that night at the club.
My stomach flipped as the world rushed around me, and then suddenly I was on my back with one of Killian's hands beneath my head and the other beneath my hip, the weight of his body pressing me into the floor. His fangs grazed the side of my throat, scraping along the sensitive skin.
"Do it," I told him.
His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head to the side. My pulse picked up and I heard him groan just before I felt two sharp stings. But the pain was minuscule compared to the pleasure that streaked through my body when he drew on my vein and his hips rocked against mine. Drawing my knees up to better position his sex between my legs, I hung on to him as the pleasure spiraled out of control, my body tensing as I teetered on the edge of an orgasm.
He withdrew his fangs from my neck only long enough to order, "Come for me, Acushla," before he reared back and struck again, harder this time, his fangs sinking deeper as his hips thrust against mine, hitting that perfect spot even with my clothes still between us.
I did as he commanded, riding the pleasure centered low in my belly until with a sharp, almost painful crest, it broke over the edge, shooting out from my core, so intense I couldn't stop my body from convulsing in his arms with each wave, his name a keening cry on my lips.
As I fought to catch my breath, he pulled my shirt and yoga pants off, and I'd never been so glad that I wore nothing underneath. His eyes never left me as he removed his own shirt, then stood to kick off his shoes and jeans. He gripped his sex as he kneeled over me, his eyes so intense they left a trail of heat everywhere they wandered. I'd never had a man look at me like that, with such longing, such possession, and with a sense of wonder, like he didn't quite believe I was there.
His upper lip pulled back, exposing his fangs as his gaze dropped between my legs. With a feeling of power I'd never had before, I let my knees fall open, exposing myself to him without shame.
With a hiss that raised every hair on my body, Killian's powerful body dropped to his hands and knees. He reached for me, spreading my thighs as he lowered himself to the floor. My hips jerked when his warm, wet tongue touched me, tasting what he'd done to me. He teased me until I felt the pleasure rising again and my hips began to rock against his mouth, needing more, before he settled in, his arms wrapped around my legs, holding me to him.
Just as I was about to come again, he surged over me, sliding inside with one smooth thrust. I cried out as he filled me, his mouth crashing down on mine for a deep, fast kiss before he broke away and began to move. At first, he held his weight off of me, his elbows on either side of my head. But it wasn't long before he slid one arm beneath me, thrusting deep and hard, over and over, his breaths ragged in my ear until I trembled against him, crying out as pleasure exploded inside of me. With a low growl, Killian pulled me so close until I didn't know where I ended and he began, increasing his thrusts as he sank his fangs into the muscle between my neck and shoulder.
I held on tight. There was nothing else I could do. I was his for the taking and that's exactly what he did. Took my body, my blood, my mind and my soul, until there was nothing else but him and me.
With a roar he pushed deep, his body tensing and releasing above me as he found his own pleasure.
Exhausted, I laid beneath him as he healed my wounds, still inside of me. "Is that what it's always like?" I asked him.
Lifting his head, he stared down at me. There was something in his eyes I hadn't seen before. The fire wasn't gone, but it was definitely tamped down. He seemed almost at peace. "That's what it's always like with you," he told me, brushing my hair back from my face. "Are you all right?"
I smiled. I couldn't help it. "I'm hungry."
He flashed his fangs. "You need to drink."
"I have vodka in that little fridge over there."
"I meant, from me," he said. He watched me closely, taking in my reaction.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because with my blood, you would never age. Never get sick. Never die a natural death. You would be with me forever."
Oh. "I don't know that I'm ready to do that, Killian."
With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I was sprawled across his chest. Crossing my arms over his chest, I rested my chin on my forearm. "Plus, I don't think I'd like the taste."
His hands tightened on my hips. "It can give you immortality, Lizzy. It would stop you from aging anymore..."
"So, you're saying I'm old?"
He smiled. "A right old hag."
I laughed.
