Page 59 of A Vampire Bewitched
“Can’t? Or won’t?” she retorted.
She felt the wall he threw up between them as he pressed his lips together and refused to answer her, and she had to stop herself from rubbing her arms against the sudden cold. Taking matters into her own hands, she stepped close enough to him so that the tips of her breasts brushed his ribs every time she inhaled.
He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously, but didn’t back away.
Emma reached up, pulled her hair away from her neck, and tilted her head to the side.
His eyes instantly darted from her face to the strong pulse in her neck. A low growl rumbled through his chest, and she shivered at the animalistic sound, desire unfurling low in her belly.
She didn’t say anything else, just stood there quietly while the battle raged inside of him, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to resist what she offered.
Nik sucked in a desperate breath,knowing he needed to stop this, but for the life of him unable to move away.
Bad idea, breathing.
His already swollen cock throbbed painfully against the confinement of his jeans as the scent of her desire rose in the air, enhancing her delicious smell even more. The memory of her wet, silky folds and the way she’d shuttered in his arms slammed through him.
He dropped the bags and clenched his fists tightly at his sides as he ground his teeth together. His vampire nature struggled to be given free rein, but somehow Nik held it back.
Quietly, he ordered, “Emma. Back off.” His voice was low and rough, his words not quite convincing. Not even to himself.
In response, she leaned closer to him, pressing her soft breasts into his chest. Her heart pounded so hard, he could feel it thudding against him. In fear? Or anticipation?
Rising up on her tiptoes, she brought her exposed throat closer to his mouth. She let go of her hair, allowing the wavy mass to fall to the side as she slid her hands across his stomach to each side of his waist to steady herself.
Nik’s muscles tightened and jumped everywhere she touched. He clenched his jaw, but he couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head and skimming his lips over her pulsing artery. Her body molded perfectly to his. Smelled so good to him. He could pick out her unique scent over all the others covering their clothes, barely even noticed them. Her blood completely overpowered everything else.
As she leaned her soft length into his hardness, her faint moan of pleasure had him unclenching his fists. Grasping her hair with one hand, he pulled her head farther to the side, while his other arm came around her shoulders and squeezed her to him.
Another moan from her and he pulled his lips back, helplessly running the tip of one fang down her neck until it rested on that titillating pulse. He pressed against it, just enough, barely puncturing the surface of her skin.
He flicked his tongue over the drop of blood he’d drawn, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He imagined he’d have the same reaction when he tasted her cunt. She’d be drenched with desire for him. He knew this for a fact. He could smell her. Could feel how much she wanted him.
His entire body shook with the effort it took to restrain himself, and as her blood coated his tongue and the scent of her lust filled his nose, Nik felt the last remnants of his waning willpower slip away. Every single fiber of his being was telling him to take what she was offering.
She was HIS, goddamn it.
Yet still, he tried one last effort to resist. “Emma,” he pleaded. “Please…make me stop.” Even as he choked out the words, his hand slid down her back to hold her hips still, and he ground his throbbing erection into her soft belly as he pressed a soft kiss to the wound he’d made. “Just…tell me tostop.”
Her hands clenched his shirt as her body trembled against his. Her breasts swelled and her nipples throbbed against his hard chest. His arm was the only thing that kept her from sagging to the ground.
But instead of obeying him, she ordered him to take what he needed. “Nikulas. Take me. Do it.” Whether she meant her blood, or her body, or both, he didn’t know.
Her words were his undoing. With a shaky, “I’m so sorry,” his head reared back and he struck hard, his fangs sliding seamlessly through her soft skin and piercing her artery. He vaguely heard her cry out as her hot blood raced into his mouth.
Nik lifted her off the ground as he drank. He strode forward to the stone and pressed her against it, caging her in with his body. Sucking hard, her blood flowed down his throat like the sweetest ambrosia, and began to heal him, body and soul.
Emma wrappedher legs around his waist as he fed, his soft moans in her ear the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. With every strong pull he took from her neck, an equally strong pulse of heat shot through her body from his bite straight to her core.
When he started rolling his hips, his erection hitting her swollen clitoris thick and hot even through their clothes, Emma couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, and she let it take her, clinging to his strong shoulders for dear life as she cried out her pleasure.
His arms were like steel bands, holding her tight as she came apart within them. The sounds he made ripped through her, altering her forever. He took one last, long draw, then licked at his bite, soothing the burning wound.
Without giving her a chance to recover, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her frantically while he continued to grind himself into her. He grabbed the neckline of her bloody shirt with one hand, tearing it open like it was made of little more than paper.
Emma’s half-hearted protest went unheard as he palmed her aching breast, plucking at the nipple through her bra, before ripping that off of her also. The feel of his warm hand on her bare skin swiftly evaporated any fleeting concerns she had about him seeing her naked again.
Nik tore his mouth from hers, and Emma gasped as he lifted her until her breasts were at level with his hungry mouth, one arm under her ass and the other hand lifting her breast to his mouth. Sucking and nipping at her nipple, he drove all thought from her head except for the feel of his warm, wet mouth on her.
