Page 104 of House of Blood and Roses: Vol. 2
"I don't know," he says softly. "But when you said it, and reached for the blood, that's what I thought about."
"Then that's what we'll do." I know it can't be a permanent solution, but getting Linc through the next couple of days without drinking wine has to take precedence over the alternative.
I lean in and kiss him, and I'm not surprised when he kisses me back a little more deeply, the intention and desire clear in every touch.
We break apart, and I hold my wrist out to him. Linc takes it, his teeth sinking through my skin without much build up. It makes sense. He's desperate and craving something he can't control. While also wanting something else.
A small moan escapes me as he draws my blood into him and swallows it down. There's nothing about this that should get the response from me, but I can feel desire pool within me.
"Bea?" Linc murmurs against my skin.
"I'm fine," I murmur. "Fine."
He chuckles. "You realise I recognise that sound, right?"
"Yes." I swallow hard, the rational part of me knowing that we should head back into the ball so that we're seen, but an irrational part of me wants to do something different.
Something a little reckless.
Linc swipes his tongue over the puncture marks on my wrists, making me whimper in response. I don't feel like I should be responding this strongly to him, though no doubt it's simply because most of the time when we do this, it's because we're in bed together, and my body has learned what that means.
"It's a shame we have to go back out there," I murmur. "We're supposed to be seen."
He steps closer, his eyes full of desire. "They won't miss us for a little longer."
"They'll notice we're missing if we go back to our rooms now," I murmur.
"We don't have to do that."
"Oh." I meet his gaze. The sensible part of me wants to say that we should head back inside and focus on the social event. But the sensible part of me definitely isn't the one in control right now. "What did you have in mind?"
He leans in, his lips hovering over mine. "Do you trust me?"
"You know the answer to that," I respond a little breathlessly.
"Good." He kisses my nose and steps back, leaving me disappointed until he goes to his knees and flips my dress over his head.
I swallow hard, the anticipation adding to the desire that came from having him drink from me. His hand skims up my leg, the fabric of my stockings providing an unwelcome barrier, but also making it all the hotter at the same time. I part my legs, feeling his breath against my skin as he grows closer to my centre.
The music from the ballroom drifts through the door, but I can barely hear it over the rush of blood in my ears as Linc swirls his tongue in patterns that drive the desire higher than I would have thought possible given how close we are to a ballroom full of guests, including both of our families.
He brushes a finger against my entrance, and I gasp, wanting to urge him on, but having no way of doing that with my dress in the way. He slips it within me, adding a second a moment later and hooking them upwards in a way he knows I like. It's even more intense while I'm standing and I can feel the release start to build. My body shakes and I let out a string of sounds that have no meaning. He seems aware of what's happening though, and continues to tease until I'm completely over the edge.
I collapse against the wall, breathing heavily and trying to regain my composure. He emerges from under my dress with a wide grin on his face, wiping his mouth and looking more than a little satisfied even if he hasn't found any pleasure himself.
I grab hold of his shirt and pull him to me, kissing him deeply while I trail my hand over his chest and down to where I can feel how hard he is. A thrill goes through me at the knowledge that his reaction is to giving me pleasure.
"We have time, right?" I murmur against his lips.
"We'll make it." His words turn into a groan as I manage to untie the laces of his breeches and free him. I don't even know what I'm trying to do. I want to feel him inside me, but I also want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
His hands on my dress make up my mind, and I help him get it out of the way. He lifts me with surprising ease, using the wall to give him purchase. I slip my hand between us and guide him to my entrance, moaning as he pushes his hardness in with agonising slowness. I'm not entirely sure I'm used to how this feels yet, and I don't want to be. It's good to have him within me, moving along with me, and driving me higher.
I wrap my legs around his waist and grasp the back of his jacket, urging him to go faster. I don't know if it's the position, the knowledge that we're supposed to be doing something different, or that we're fully dressed, but something about this fills me with desire unlike I've experienced before. It's just one of the many things I'm discovering with Linc that I never even imagined possible.
I squeeze his arm as the desire builds. He fumbles with my dress, somehow keeping me held upright with the other, and his fingers brush against the perfect spot between my legs, sending a second release tumbling through me. My mind empties of thoughts and all I can focus on is how good it feels to be with him like that, to have him inside me while I reach that height.
"I'm going to..." he murmurs, suddenly pulling away and turning from me.
