Page 29 of Guardians for the Vamp
I swallow as pressure builds behind my eyes.
Fuck, I’m going to cry. Ihatecrying.
Thorne unbuckles his seatbelt and slides over to me.
“Hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying,” I sob.
Goddamn it. Bloody tears are not sexy. I should be mad at Thorne for making me cry but how can I? No one has ever said such beautiful words to me.
Thorne cups my face, wiping a bloody tear off my cheek with his thumb. He sticks the thick digit in his mouth to lick it clean.
His eyes widen and he stills—like stone—as if contemplating his next move. I know exactly what he wants to do. He just needs my permission.
“Do it,” I say, lust taking control of my voice.
He doesn’t hesitate and leans forward, flattening his tongue against my cheek and running it up to lick away the bloody streak left by my tears.
I close my eyes as lust washes over my body. Thorne, still cupping my face in his hands, switches to the other side, and once the streaks are gone, I expect him to pull away.
He doesn’t. He kisses me instead.
It’s as if fireworks have been set off inside me, bright bursts of light fill my vision and my body shakes.
Did… did a kiss just make me come?
My body’s reaction seems to fuel Thorne on, and he slides his tongue past my lips to massage my own. I moan and squirm and grip his shirt to pull him closer. Blood fills my mouth, and I’m not sure if it’s mine or his since both of our fangs are out and this kiss is anything but gentle.
One of his hands skims down my front and behind the band of my pants. His tail wraps around my leg, pulling it open and without ending our kiss, he sinks one of his thick fingers inside me.
I arch my back, and he swallows my moan as he pumps in and out, matching our frantic kiss. My walls close around him but that doesn’t slow him down.
Thorne’s kisses move down across my jaw and to my neck where he scrapes his fangs across my skin.
“Yes, please.”
“Please, what, Layla? Tell me,” he murmurs and sucks on a spot hard enough that if I were human, it’d leave a hickey.
“Bite me, please.”
And he does.
When his fangs sink into my neck, he thrusts his finger into me one final time, curling the tip to hit that special spot.
I erupt with an orgasm.
My walls clamp down on his finger and my entire body shakes. Thorne moans into my neck as he drinks my blood like a man dying of thirst.
When he unlatches himself, he leans his forehead against mine, breathing as if he’s just flown around the world. I place my palm over his chest, loving the feel of his thudding heart.
“I’ve never came like that before,” he says. “All I did was fuck you with my finger and drink your blood.”
He sits up and glances down at the wet spot on the crotch of his pants.
A knock on my window causes me to jump. That’s when I realize we’ve stopped. We’re at our destination.
I burst out laughing.
