Page 43 of A Vampire Bewitched
“No! Nikulas, please,” Emma begged. “Don’t stop touching me.”
He didn’t move for a long time. Her words, raw with need for him, hit him so hard he had to take a moment to get himself under control.
When he though he could control himself, he tugged her nipples with one hand as he slid his other hand lower on her stomach. He hesitated slightly, steeling himself, before cupping her silky curls.
But it wasn’t enough. Her scent curled around him and her body trembled in his arms as he slid his fingers into her slippery folds. She was soaking wet and ready for him, as he knew she would be. Emma’s moan was drowned out by his own as he stroked her.
“Jesus…You’re so fucking wet. Is that just for me, Em.” It wasn’t really a question. He knew the answer.
“Yes,” she breathed.
She moaned louder as he continued to gently rub her slick nub. Pushing one of his knees between hers, Nik forced her legs farther apart, opening her even more to his touch. He kissed her neck as he slid one finger inside her, then two, stretching her. She was tight and wet, and his muscles began to ache at the level of self-control he had to maintain. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, imitating the movement with his hips.
His fangs lightly scraped her skin, and he felt a tremor run down her spine, and her slick sheath gripped his fingers even tighter as they pumped in and out of her. Under his other palm, her nipples tightened as he expertly worked her higher and higher.
Emma began to tremble in his arms, her muscles straining as she threw her head back against his chest. Her fingers curled into claws on the hard tile. “Nik? I don’t…”
“Shhh…It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you. You feel so fucking good. Let go. I’ve got you.”
Nik held her even tighter to him as he pulled his fingers out of her and slid them up to her swollen clit. As he gently rubbed her faster and faster, she arched her back, pushing herself into his hand. Her hips moved, matching his movements.
Nik pinched her nipple hard. “Come for me, Emma. Come NOW,” he ordered.
And with a hoarse cry, she exploded, her body convulsing almost violently in his arms.
Nik continued touching her as she rode out her orgasm, then gently brought her down. He held her, harsh breaths exploding from his chest as he fought the urge the take her against the shower wall and finish what he started.
Holy fucking shit, she was beautiful. Watching her come was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. And he’d seen quite a bit. Unlike other females he’d known, his Emma was completely raw in her reactions to his touch. She didn’t try to put on a show, wasn’t practiced. She was innocence and beauty, and she was his.
HIS Emma. The truth of that floored him. She was his. And he was well and truly fucked now. He never should’ve touched her like this. Never should’ve smelled the delicious scent of her desire. Never felt her innocent, but completely raw reaction to him. Never watched her face as she threw her head back into his chest when she came. It made him want to keep her. Forever.
But he couldn’t have her. It wasn't possible. He’d never be able to control himself enough to make love to her without sinking his fangs into her luscious vein. He was barely hanging onto his control by a thread now. And he was terrified that once he got another taste of her, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
The thought tamped down his lingering desire. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her scent one last time. Then, Nik released her and forced himself to step back into the shower spray.
Dammit. This never should have happened.
Chapter 24
Emma felt Nik move away, physically and emotionally. Her hands slid down the wet tiles with a squeak as she dropped her arms and grabbed the edges of her wet towel, pulling it tight around herself.
Her face burned. Whether it was from embarrassment or the lingering effects of her orgasm, she wasn’t sure.
She wondered if he would do that again.
Oh my God, what the hell was she thinking? What must he think of her? She’d practically guilt-tripped him into doing those things to her. Nik still hadn’t said anything, and she dreaded turning around to face him.
Her eyes filled with tears. She’d just let him violate her like a common whore, instead of respecting his wishes to keep some distance between them. And she’d loved it. She could only imagine how he was feeling. He probably couldn’t get away from her fast enough.
“Emma…” Nik began in a strained voice.
But she turned around and cut him off with a jerk of her head. She wiped her tears with the heel of one hand and gathered the tiny shreds of her remaining dignity around her. “I’m sorry, Nik. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Emma laughed wryly. “Actually, I obviously wasn’t thinking. You don’t have to say anything.” She ignored his shocked expression. “It’s okay. Let’s just forget about it.”
She looked away and waited for him to leave her to her shower, where she could fall apart in private.
“Un-fucking-believable,” he spit out.
Her head snapped up, and she was met with eyes brimming with rage.
