Page 28 of Sweet Inferno

“This time, I’m going to make it more about you than me.”

I jumped when his palm moved to the counter just outside my thigh. He stood still, not touching me for what felt like forever, and when I finally had the warmth of his touch against my skin, my body trembled. He kept his eyes locked on mine, a barely there rim of red circling his irises, causing my stomach to flip.

“Tell me,” he said lowly.

I swallowed thickly before I gave him what he wanted. “Yes.”

When his hand moved, my body shuddered. His fingers ghosted over my skin, moving up my thigh, touching my femoral vein. He was so damn close to my pussy she began to thump erratically.

“I feel your heartbeat, right there.” He pressed hard and I fucking moaned.

He lowered in front of me, placing one of my legs over his shoulder, lifting his arm to hold it in place. His massive palm gripped my thigh to keep me steady. When he smirked and leaned in close enough for his lips to graze my pussy and inhaled, I almost lost my mind. His eyes closed, and when they opened again, they were orange. The red around them was more pronounced. His grip on my thigh tightened at the same time he released a low, rough growl.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

“I thought vampires were immortal,” I joked nervously.

He snorted and kissed the inside of my thigh, mumbling, “So did I.”

He was weak for me, even if it was just my blood affecting him. Right now, I had all the control. I never felt so powerful and also completely at someone else’s mercy. This vampire could drain my veins until they were empty and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop him, if that was what he wanted from me.

His beard grazed my skin then there was a kiss to the inside of my knee followed by another. Each time he moved higher, until I could feel the warmth of his breath ghost over my pussy.

He didn’t touch me, but shit, I wanted him to. He was taking his time and this was pure torture. Every feather of his lips on my skin had my stomach clenching and my breaths grew more labored. He paused between each kiss, allowing his breath to flutter over my thigh. This shit was so erotic and intense.

I was at the mercy of a vampire. Kyron controlled my body. Every inch of me was in tune with him, making the nerve endings under my skin hyper aware of his presence. Even my magic was drawn to him. It flared, twisted, and connected with his energy before it circled back and filled me, much more powerful than it had been when it bent in his direction.

He felt it too. Whatever was happening between us made me vulnerable and fully exposed. His eyes lifted to mine and the arrogance flaring in the glow of his eyes made my pussy thump, but more than anything, the need he revealed right before his mouth opened, exposing his fangs, was overwhelming.

The slight pinch of pain had my lids fluttering. My stomach dipped then came the heat. It started with the first pull and crept under my skin, rushing through my veins right to my core and up my spine. My muscles locked tightly and relaxed all at once.

My head tipped back and pleasure took over. I swore I could feel him. It wasn’t just his mouth on me, I could feel him. The minute he sank his teeth into my thigh, something opened between us. With every pull of his mouth on my skin, I felt his hunger and need being satiated. His energy grew more chaotic the longer he drank. The same ache rushed through me. He was holding back. There was a wildness sitting right on the edge of his being but he kept it under control, for me.

This was too intimate and more intoxicating than sex. This man was inside me and somehow I was inside him. I opened my legs widely and his eyes were on me again. I felt the vibration of his growl against my skin while his fingers stroked my thigh in rhythm with each pull of his lips. Each one sent another round of tremors through me until everything started to blur.

I gripped the edge of the counter, throwing my head back, speaking incoherently until the pleasure expanded to the point where I couldn’t contain it anymore. I shattered. A rush of something so intense and overwhelming crashed into me, taking me under.

His mouth remained on me with his tongue gliding over my skin until the pulse calmed to a deep, low throb. He extended to his full height, standing between my legs staring at me, expression hard and eyes blazing. His hips landed hard between my legs and I was dizzy again as I felt him move, my panties shifted to the side, then the pressure of his first thrust.

“Fuck,” I rushed out and gripped his shoulders, bringing him closer.

“More…” I moaned and he grinned, giving me what I asked for. His thrusts were hard and deep, growing with intensity, making me feel so full and chaotic. My body jerked. I could barely keep up but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more of him, more of this.

His hands moved to the insides of my thighs, spreading me wider as he sank deeper, growling his approval when my walls tightened around him, holding that long, thick dick hostage. He paused long enough to allow us both to feel the connection before he began thrusting in and out of me, rough and reckless, while he pulled my hips forward to meet him each time he landed.

At some point I was lifted from the counter and my arms were around his neck again, to brace myself. My back landed hard against the wall and he drove into me, burying his face into the curve of my neck. He wasn’t holding back any more. I could feel the chaos between us, how much he wanted this.

His desire tangled with mine and amplified, building fast, like pressure somewhere deep, twisting and turning each time he bottomed out. My entire body was trembling because I was so fucking close and he felt it because for a half second he stilled. His eyes were on me again and an arrogant smile eased onto his face.

My walls clamped down hard around him when his lips touched my skin. A soft kiss to my throat followed by the scrape of his teeth then a sting of pain which left before I could acknowledge it. The first pull sent me over the edge and I shattered. It tore through me like…

Fire.

My back arched away from the wall, his name left my mouth, my pussy throbbed, and my entire frame clenched, shaking violently. Every pull against my skin sent another surge of pleasure rolling through me, but what heightened the experience was I could feel what being inside me, drinking from me, did to him.

I connected to the satiated feeling that flooded his body, the way he lost himself a little more each time he drove in deep, my pussy held him tightly and my blood quenched his hunger. A deep groan vibrated against my throat, his drives lost their rhythm, and he bottomed out one last time. Heat flooded my body for a second time as I shattered with him.

Slow, lazy thrusts brought me back to him and I swore I felt gentle waves of pleasure rolling off him to me then back to him. It brought a smile to my face and he fucked me nice and slow, swiping his tongue against my neck, sealing the bite then lifting his head and searching my face.