Page 42 of A Vampire Bewitched
The words rushed out of him. And when it was over, he could do nothing but stand there. Aching for her. Silently willing her to touch him. Did she believe him? He couldn’t tell.
Suddenly, she rose up on her toes and softly kissed his jaw. God, she smelled so good. He wanted her to kiss him again, wanted to taste her, wanted to run his tongue slowly from her lips to her groin and everywhere in between.
Nik let his eyelids slide closed as he felt her lips touch his skin again. A low growl rumbled within his chest. He couldn’t contain it. His self-control was quickly slipping away. The sweet scent of her building desire rose around him, and he knew if he touched her there, she’d be soaking wet and ready.
He heard her racing heart and the soft roar of her blood rushing through her veins. His mouth watered at the memory of that blood. He’d never wanted a female like he wanted Emma. He wanted her naked and writhing beneath him, her hair mussed and her skin slick with sweat. He wanted to feel her lose control and scream his name. Wanted to make her come over and over again.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at her flushed face. He knew it wasn’t the heat of the shower bringing the color to her cheeks. Her hazel eyes were bold and bright with desire as she stared up at him. Her lips slightly parted. Her breath coming in soft pants. It would be so easy to devour that luscious mouth of hers. All he had to do was lower his head just a little. He could be very careful.
Moving quicker than she could track, Nik lowered his mouth to hers. He didn’t touch her, only ravaged her sweet mouth, being very careful of his fangs this time.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted more.
Clenching his fists, he fought his instincts. They raged through him, urging him to take her. He felt one of her hands come up to rest on his stomach, and his muscles tightened in response. She hesitated, then moved up his chest and shoulder to push into his hair and hold his head to hers while she kissed him back with enthusiasm.
Though his hands were fisted at his sides, his mouth on hers held her against him as effectively as his arms would. He kissed her like a starving man. Kissed her relentlessly. Growling low in his throat at the taste of her.
He wanted to pull her to him and wrap his arms around her. He wanted to tear off his clothes, push her up against that shower wall, and bury his length in her. He wanted to sink his fangs into her plump vein as she came, and then pound into her while her blood ran down his throat, until he erupted inside of her. He wanted to crawl inside of her sweet flesh until they were one.
And then he wanted to do it all over again. And again. And would probably rip her apart and suck her dry without even realizing it.
Just like Eliana.
Holy hell, he wanted this woman, but he couldn’t trust himself to be careful enough with her if he fucked her. There was no damn way he’d be able to control himself when it was complete agony just to kiss her. But maybe…
Emma let out a little sound of protest as Nik broke off the kiss and stepped back again. He took a moment to calm his breathing as he silently tried to talk himself out of what he was thinking.
In the meantime, he allowed himself the luxury of letting his eyes roam over her. Her eyes were bright. Her lips swollen from his kisses. Her nipples were hard little pebbles underneath her wet towel.
She lifted a hand and swayed toward him, but he grabbed it in his before she could touch him, and quickly spun her around to the back of the shower. “Put your hands on the wall.”
“Nikulas? What are you doing?” Emma tried to twist herself back around to face him, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Do as I say. Put your hands on the wall, above your head.”
After a slight hesitation, she did. The towel fell open in the front, but the wet material stuck to her back.
“Don’t move your hands, no matter what. Don’t touch me. You hold up that fucking wall like it will come crashing down on us if you don’t. I don’t think I could control myself if you touched me anymore, Em, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
He heard her suck in a breath as he moved up against her back, blocking the shower spray, and pressed his aching cock into her backside. He felt as hard as the stone tiles under her palms.
Leaning into her from behind and putting his arms around her waist, he put his mouth to her ear. “I want to touch you, Emma. I want your breasts to fill my hands. I want to feel how wet you are. I want to make you come and I want you to scream my name when you do it. I won’t hurt you. I won’t bite you. I swear. Do you trust me?”
She didn’t even hesitate this time. “Yes.”
With a hungry growl at her answer, he didn’t give her any time to change her mind. Gathering her hair out of the way in one hand, he pressed his lips to the back of her neck, careful to keep his fangs in check, as he slid his other hand across the satiny skin of her stomach. Running his palm up her ribcage, he squeezed her full breast, kneading her gently and then plucking hard at her nipple, making her gasp and arch her back.
“Perfect,” he moaned. “You feel so perfect.”
Moving his hand to her other breast, he felt more scars there, and had to quickly tamper down the rage that rose up. Needing to distract himself, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of her.
He continued to tease her nipples as he let go of her hair and slowly moved his other hand across her flat stomach, over her hip, and down to settle low on her belly. Holding her tightly in place, he rolled his hips into her shapely ass.
Emma pushed her hips back, rubbing along his thick length. Her breath came in short pants, and she moaned.
Nik tightened his hands on her. “Do NOT move,” he hissed. “You do that again and I’ll have you down on the floor with my cock inside of you before realize what’s happening.”
Emma whimpered at his words, and Nik became still. “Shit. I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath. “I can stop.”I think.
