Page 23 of A Vampire Bewitched
Watching him closely for any kind of reaction, she ran her fingers along his cheekbone and up underneath his eye, and then slowly leaned toward him to get a closer look at his mouth.
Expelling a shuddering breath, his blood lust for violence turned into a completely different kind of lust as she came closer and closer to him.
Fucking hell.
Abruptly, he pulled away from her, stood up, and stepped away from the table, cupping his hands in front of himself to hide the bulge in his pants. “Sorry about…” He waved a hand in front of his face, pointing at his vampirish features. “I have a hard time controlling it sometimes if I get angry, or…whatever. The thought of someone hurting you—” He clenched his jaw, unable to finish. “Yeah. I’m gonna shut up now.” Dropping his head again to hide from her gaze, he concentrated on his breathing. He needed to chill the fuck out.
Emma stood up from the table, cautiously walking over to stand in front of him. “This is all for me?” she asked. She reached out and laid a warm hand on his forearm, slightly squeezing the hard muscle under the cotton material. “Nik? It’s okay, you don’t have to hide from me.”
What the hell was she doing? Why wasn’t she running, screaming, from the room?
Unable to help himself, Nik groaned as her touch on his arm burned right through his shirt to the bare skin beneath. If she only knew what all he was hiding, like the throbbing bulge beneath his hands, she might not be so eager to lay her hands on him.
The tension in the air between them was a palpable thing. His entire body hummed from it, until he had to physically hold himself away from her. It made him feel more alive than he had in years, and he wondered if she could feel it too.
His control was rapidly slipping away at her touch, and he lifted his head. Her eyes were curious, but calm and warm. He knew his own had to be burning bright. Her close proximity to him wasn’t doing a damn thing to help him calm down. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. Her lips, her neck, her breasts, her slick folds…her sweet blood.
He barely managed to rasp, “Emma, you need to back away.”
She frowned slightly. “You said you would never hurt me.”
“Emma, I’m so riled up right now…I just need you to…”Kiss me. Touch me. He breathed her deep into his lungs. “Go back to the table, and give me a moment.” All he could think about was tearing off her clothes and shoving her down onto her hands and knees right there on the hard floor. Pounding into her from behind while he sank his fangs into the soft skin between her neck and her shoulder. Her hot blood searing his throat while he exploded inside of her.
Nik caught himself right before he groaned aloud again at the erotic images he couldn’t seem to stop. “Please,Emma, just back away.” He was so jazzed up; the predator in him poised to pounce at the slightest trigger.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Nik continued to watch her with burning eyes and a clenched jaw, his hands still cupped in front of his hips. As she removed her hand from his arm, his eyes narrowed in on her. She stopped moving, her breasts rising and falling with quick breaths, then took a small step back.
Growling low in his throat, he tracked her.
She took another small step.
Nik’s eyes never left her face. His body leaned toward her, try as he might to stay where he was.
Finally, she seemed to truly comprehend the situation she was in. Her eyes widened, and he heard her heart speed up as she panicked and jerked away.
Big. Mistake.
No sooner had she started twisting around, then he was on her. She never even saw him coming. Wrapping her in the vice-like grip of his arms, she was spun around and slammed back into the fridge behind him, his arms taking the brunt of the hit.
One hand wrapped in her hair, and the other low on her back, he held her immobile, groaning in her ear as he rolled his hips into her softness. His erection pulsed on her belly, hard and thick, and he felt it grow impossibly harder as she moaned in response to the feel of him.
“Emma.” His voice was rough with strain as he tried to warn her. “I’m sorry.” Holding her head still, his mouth crashed onto hers. Heedless of his fangs, they scraped her lips, drawing blood. She gasped at the assault, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth over and over, he tasted her until she was kissing him back, her tongue dueling with his. Her soft answering moan and the tease of her blood on his lips urged him on, and he lost what little control he’d managed to retain thus far.
A small sound escaped her as he bit into her lower lip, his fangs so sharp they sliced into her flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Nik felt her stiffen with panic as he bit her, but there was no way he was letting her go now. As her blood hit his tongue and ran down his throat, it spread through him like wildfire, burning through his body and igniting every nerve ending.
MINE.
The word reverberated through him until there was nothing else but Emma. He kissed her, drinking from her swollen lips until she relaxed against him again. The taste of her was so completely unreal; he couldn’t begin to describe it. He’d never had anything like her blood, not even Eliana had affected him like this.
Nik couldn’t get enough. He fed greedily from her lips as he moved his hand down to her ass, pulling her softness into his hard cock. Her little body felt so good, so utterly perfect against him, he was about to come in his jeans just kissing her.
A low growl escaped him as she rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her to him desperately. Licking at her lip to heal his wounds, he kissed his way over her soft jaw and down her throat, breathing in the heady scent that only belonged to her. Pulling her head to the side, he gently kissed her pulsing artery. He lingered there, the blood lust warring with his instinct not to hurt her.
The instinct won. For now.
