Page 91 of A Vampire Bewitched
Nik moaned as the scent of her desire wafted through the air to mingle with the sweetness of her blood. She arched into him, pressing as close as she could. His cock throbbed, fighting the confinement of his jeans as he pushed his swollen member into her softness, over and over, until he thought he lose his fucking shit if he wasn’t inside of her.
Emma moaned, and worked her hands between them to fumble at his clothes, but he grabbed her wrists and held them on either side of her head as his mouth wandered across her jaw and down her neck.
If he allowed her to touch him, he would lose control.
Nik paused at her throat and inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her skin, her blood, the very essence of her.
To his surprise, she tilted her head to give him better access. But he just kissed the tender skin softly and kept going, kissing his way across her collarbone and down her chest until her shirt got in the way.
He couldn’t feed from her. Not until she remembered.
Releasing one wrist, he lifted himself just enough to get his hand between them, took a fistful of the offensive material and yanked. It tore down the middle, exposing her to his heated gaze, but it wasn’t enough. So, he reared up and sat on his heels, put a hand behind her neck and sat her up with him, then removed the ruined nightshirt and her old, ratty robe out from under her.
He lowered her back to the bed, but remained sitting, watching her beautiful breasts rise and fall with her heavy breaths, her pink nipples puckering for him prettily.
Her skin was flushed, causing her scars to stand out in stark relief. At the sight, his mouth pulled back in a snarl, exposing his long fangs. He wished he could kill those things all over again.
Emma’s hands gripped the quilt, no doubt wanting to cover herself, and hide her scars, but he slowly shook his head at her in warning. He would not be denied the right to look his fill after so long apart from her.
He pulled his shirt and hoodie up and off in one smooth movement. The ropes of muscle across his stomach tightened and released with need as he ran his eyes from her breasts, down her soft belly, to her slick folds spread wide and glistening before him.
Nik ran his tongue over his bottom lip, imagining the taste of her, then reached out with one hand and laid it flat between her hip bones as his thumb slid down, dipped into her moisture, then found her hard nub and rubbed it slowly. His eyes never left the erotic view of her spread out before him as he slid his other hand down the front of jeans, cupping the hard bulge there and squeezing slightly, before undoing the button on his waistline and slowly pulling the zipper down.
Emma stopped breathing as she watched him take his thick length in his own hand, her attention torn between what he was doing to her and the sight of him sliding his hand up and down his cock. He watched her watch him, and a bead of moisture appearing at the tip. Nik groaned, squeezing the base tight until he gained control again.
He rubbed her faster with his thumb, and under his hand he felt the muscles low in her belly tightening, surging, and easing again. She strained against him as he worked her body, and his eyes flew to her face to watch her as she came.
“Nikulas!” Her eyes flew up to his as she came fast and hard, her back arching with the power of it, her hands clenching the comforter like a lifeline.
Nik’s lips pulled away from his aching fangs as he watched her, his cock throbbing for release in his hand.
He wasn’t done with her yet. But before he would let himself go any further, she needed to know the truth.
“Emma, sweetheart.”
Her eyes slowly flickered open, and she smiled.
Nik’s heart fluttered in his chest. If he lost her now, it would be the end of him, and not because he needed her blood to survive. But he couldn’t go on deceiving her. Not now. Not like this.
“Emma, I need to tell you something.”
The smile faltered, became confused, before it fell from her face completely. “What is it? Tell me,” she insisted.
“I’m scared,” he whispered.
She sat up until they were nearly face to face, and touched his cheek as her eyes traveled over his face. “Nik, you’re scaringme.”
“I don’t want to lose you.” He could barely say the words.
“Just tell me.” Her small hand gripped the back of his neck, allowing him no escape.
His body shuttered with need, but he had to tell her. She deserved to know. “I did something to you. Before you left. Something I promised I would never do.”
To her credit, she didn’t pull away. “What did you do?”
Gathering his courage, he forced the confession from his soul. “I fucked with your head. I changed your memories. Not all of them, but…some. Enough.”
She studied him a moment. “Why?”
