Page 43 of Discovery of the Vampire
MINE.
The word ricocheted through my head. Through my soul.
My hands tightened around her head, holding her still as I sank my fangs in deeper, claiming her with my bite as I rocked my hips, surging into her hand, over and over, unable and unwilling to stop. Her other hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me to her throat, her soft cries of pleasure muffled by my shoulder.
It wasn't enough to quench the fire that burned between us. It only fueled it higher, hotter, until we were consumed by the flames. I wanted to brand her as mine, to mark her so deeply that no other male would ever mistake her for theirs again.
Suddenly, she pushed against my shoulders. "Brogan, stop! You have to stop!"
Although it took more willpower than I thought I possessed, I released her from my bite, licking the wound to help it heal. But I didn't let her go.
Oh, no. It was too late for that.
As she whispered urgently to me, half in English and half in Spanish, I slid my hands beneath the silky black shirt she wore and felt the goosebumps on her skin. I had no idea what she was going on about, but it suddenly occurred to me that I had her bare back pushed against a rough brick wall and I stepped away, ripped off my jacket, and wrapped it around her.
Before either of us could think too hard about what was happening, my lips claimed hers again.
I wanted her mouth—I needed to taste her. Fuck, I wanted to taste her everywhere. Her lips parted and my tongue pushed inside, tangling with hers as her fingers curled into my hair. She tasted like grapefruit and tequila, her citrusy flavor intoxicating, making my head spin.
But it still wasn't enough, not even close. Even though I'd just fed recently, I was starving. I wanted to crawl under her skin and consume her from the inside out. Wrap her around me until there was no her and no me. Only us. As these thoughts burrowed into me, the kiss turned hungry, messy, savage, my tongue dominating hers, my hands roaming over her soft curves as my teeth nipped at her lips.
My God, I wassofucking lost in this woman. I wanted to devour her whole.
My hands gripped her waist, pulling her hips tighter against my cock, not caring when the zipper of my jeans dug into the swollen flesh at the base. I was so hard I expected the skin to rip open any moment. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, holding on as I rocked against her.
Esme moaned into my mouth, and I nearly lost what little control I was somehow managing to maintain.
Running my hands down the outsides of her thighs, I found the hem of her skirt. She froze against me, but only for a moment, then she slid her heels on the pavement, spreading her thighs open for me.
Good girl.
Memories still screamed in my head, but they were muffled as the warm, musky scent of her desire rose between us, stronger than before. I clenched my teeth, knowing she was wet for me without having to touch her. I slid one hand up her leg and then between her thighs. She was barely covered by a silky scrap of cloth that I easily moved aside, groaning into her mouth as I slid a finger into her liquid heat. She rocked her hips, and I ground the heel of my hand against her clit, thrusting my finger in and out, matching the wild rhythm of our kiss.
I was gonna explode, but I couldn't stop touching her. My other hand dropped to her round ass, the flesh overflowing my palm when I squeezed.
"Brogan…por favor…please…"
Tearing my mouth from hers, I fell to my knees before her so I could worship her as she deserved.
"Dios—"
The first taste of her on my tongue was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Hot, wet, and satiny smooth. And sweet. So fucking sweet. Esme's fingers dug through my hair as she threw one leg over my shoulder and shamelessly ground against my mouth, her little breathless sounds as loud as a siren in my ears.
About to come all over the wall between her legs, I growled low in my throat, struggling with the need to have her come on my mouth but also around my cock. Because it was going to happen. I was going to have her. Tonight. Right here. Right fucking now.
Decision made, I sat back on my heels. Then I reached up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down to straddle my lap, my jacket falling from her bare shoulders. Esme cried out when I took my mouth from her, only to suck in a quick breath when she felt the length of my cock slide through the slick folds of her pussy.
But I…I couldn't do it. "Esme." My voice was raw and rough and full of need. "Look at me."
Her dark eyes shot to mine.
"Beg me," I pleaded.
Little lines appeared between her brows as she tried to understand. "What?"
"BEG ME," I commanded.
She searched my face, her eyes sliding closed as I slid my full length against her again.
