Page 44 of Discovery of the Vampire
"Please, Brogan," she begged. "Please. I need you inside of me."
Something broke inside of me as I spread my knees, forcing her thighs to open even more. A hiss escaped me when I fisted my overly sensitive cock, lining it up with her entrance.
"Please," she pleaded.
My eyes met hers, and then I yanked her down hard, both of us crying out as she stretched around me, her wet heat gripping me, holding me tight inside of her. I bared my fangs as her muscles clenched around me.
Then she started to move, and I could feel the flames of hell tugging me down with every roll of our hips.
"Brogan…" My name was caught somewhere between a curse and a prayer on her lips.
"I know, darlin'," I gasped, cutting off her protests with a bruising kiss as I pulled out and slid back into her, sinking deep with a groan of relief. So deep. She was so fucking tight, squeezing my cock as she took it all, like she was made just for me.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I matched her movements, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up until I was driving into her hard and fast.
I slid one hand beneath her ass to lift her up and changed the angle, driving deeper as I relentlessly pumped into her. She cried out, throwing her head back, her breasts bobbing in my face, her hands curling into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt.
God, I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I wished we were somewhere more private so I could strip her bare.
My thrusts grew faster, more desperate, until the whole world narrowed down to us—me and Esme, moving together like two crazy people lost to the sins and desires of our bodies.
And I still wanted more. "Esme…" I wasn't sure what I was begging for, but somehow, she did. One hand released my shoulder and suddenly her wrist was at my mouth.
Time slowed down as I gripped her arm and grazed my fangs over the delicate veins on the inside of her wrist.
"Let go for me," I told her. "Come on, darlin'. I want to feel you."
She watched with hooded eyes as I pressed her wrist to my mouth and sank my fangs through the thin layer of skin there until the veins popped and her blood flooded my mouth once more.
Her body tensed above mine, and she cried out my name as she contracted around me. I moaned, lost in the pulses of her pleasure and the taste of her blood, racing toward the edge until I fell over it, my own release ripping through me so violently it threatened to break me apart.
When it was over, I collapsed against her, holding her tight and resting my forehead against her shoulder as I fought to catch my breath and slow my thunderous heartbeat. I didn't feel the cold. I didn't hear anything except the slowing beat of her heart. I wanted to stay just like this forever, my cock buried inside of her, her blood rushing through my body, until the sun came up and burned me to dust. There would never be anything better in my life—natural or unnatural. And if hell was the price I paid, well, it had been utterly worth it.
But then I would never be able to do this again.
And I already wanted to do it again.
Reluctantly, knowing she would need time before I could feed from her once more, I straightened, sliding out of her body as I lifted her to her feet. As I took in her skinned knees and her blouse falling off one shoulder, reality trickled back in, and I regretted my decision to let her go with everything in me. Reaching for my jacket, I held it out to her, but she ignored my offer as her dark eyes held mine.
We stayed like that for a long moment. Me on my knees before the seductress who'd taken me down, both of us breathing heavily, our gazes locked. My body still hummed with satisfaction, but my mind was already sinking into a pit of regret and self-loathing.
"Esme, I?—"
"Don't," she said quickly, holding up a hand. "Just don't, Brogan. Not now." Before I could respond, she turned and slipped back through the door into the club, leaving me alone in the alley, my body sated but my heart filled with a gnawing emptiness I knew wouldn't be filled anytime soon.
19
ESME
Istumbled into the bathroom, my head swimming, shoving my way past a group of drunk girls to get to a sink. Bending over, I splashed cold water on my face, then used paper towels to scrub the messy lipstick from my lips and dry my face, uncaring about what was left of my makeup.
What the hell wasthat?
Ignoring the other women, I tilted my head to the side, looking for bite marks. But there was nothing there. My wrist, however, still had the faintest markings from his fangs. I watched as they faded before my eyes.
Dios mío. He'd bitten me. He'd taken my blood. Drinking it down like a man who'd just spent weeks in the desert with no water. It really happened. I wasn't losing my mind. Yet, soon there wouldn't be a mark on me that proved it.
I mean, I knew he was a vampire. I KNEW he was, but…
