Page 71 of Falling for a Villainous Vampire

Well.

“Oh god, you’re all hard,” I blurt out, almost as embarrassingly as the kiss thing. More so, really, because I just sound so lusty when I do it. An actual sort of gasping groan rumbles beneath the words, and though I try to look back up at his face and away from what I’m staring at, I can’t quite do it.

The sight is arresting, to say the least.

A wonderfully thick line pressing into the sweatpants he’s wearing, heavily enough that it’s pulling the waistband away from his stomach. And it’s apparently slick enough that it’s soaking through the material, too. I find myself wondering what he tastes like the second I see it.

But it’s okay.

He doesn’t stop me lusting.

Instead, he follows my eyes down. He looks at what I’m looking at, in this almost curious sort of way. Then he says, with an almost amused note in his voice, “Well, of course I am. I just kissed your beautiful mouth, over and over, while rutting between your legs. And you kissed and rutted against me, in return.”

And he’s right.

But still.

“I just thought maybe you didn’t feel excitement like that.”

“But I have felt excitement this way every time you have touched me.”

“What? No, you haven’t. Nothing like this even happened when you made me come with your mouth. You just ate me, and then went to sleep, like you were all satisfied,” I say, but even as I do I can see I have made a fatal error here.

He’s looking at me like I have gone mad.

“Because I was—your taste alone is enough to bring me the greatest of pleasures. And even if it were not, the sound of you dissolving in bliss would certainly do the rest,” he says, and oh no, oh no.

Don’t say it, I tell myself.

And do it anyway.

“You mean you came when you went down on me.”

“I could not say, I do not know what any of that is.”

“Licking me made you have an orgasm.”

“Ah, I see.” He nods sagely, almost like he’s going to confirm he didn’t. I get close to a much needed sigh of relief. But then he just shrugs, and finishes all matter-of-fact, “Yes, of course it did.”

Much to my mortification.

“And you didn’t think to say? You didn’t think to ask me if I could … you know. Do something that you would like? I didn’t really understand that you might want to, but if you’d said something I would have done.”

“You already did. You let me devour you.”

“Right, but I can do other things.”

“Are you suggesting you would like to?”

I don’t answer him with words. The eager surprise in his voice just gets ahold of me, and once it does I reach forward. I put my hand between his legs, in a far more eager manner than I would have ever done with anyone else. You get eager with people, and they can use it against you.

But he doesn’t let me down.

His eyes roll closed, instead. He makes a sound like someone about to die of pleasure—shocked and blown away by it, all at the same time. And best of all, he doesn’t do a single thing when I rub him, slowly. When I slide those pants down his thighs. He just sits there, reveling in it.

And once it’s done, he breaks.

He pulls me to him—intending, I think, just to kiss me. Just a kiss, nothing more, nothing less. So chaste somehow, so sweet. He definitely isn’t expecting me to do anything as wild as sink onto that gorgeous cock. Hell, I am not expecting me to sink onto that gorgeous cock.