Page 89 of Burn for Her

More pleasure. More pain. More free falling.

There was no end to it. Her mind hit some kind of subspace, and it was dark and endless and peaceful.

Another orgasm ripped through her. She screamed again. Her voice broke and something heavy landed on her mouth to stifle her sounds. Tightness clamped around her throat. A burn seared her neck.

Cold ice slid down her spine.

Another orgasm began to build. Holy shit, she didn’t think she could take much more. Tears stung her eyes. She wanted to say something but didn’t have the capacity to make words. She panicked. Grappling for something to hang on to.

Hot flesh gave way under her fingernails. Her grip tightened. She heard a roar.

She roared right back.

Light bloomed in her eyes, and the darkness receded. It was like her soul catapulted out of her body, only to now fall back down into it by gravity and madness. The room exploded in color, her pussy clenched as she came again, and every inch of her body blazed with lust.

She couldn’t catch her breath. Dorian’s hand remained on her throat as he made a long drag of his hot tongue against the puncture wounds to close them. She could feel her skin pull tight around the wounds he made.

His fingers slid back down over her pulse point again. Dorian leaned back and locked gazes with her. Licking the corner of his mouth, he reminded her of a wolf more than a vampire. But the tips of his fangs were a stark reminder of exactly what he was—a predator no matter what name he went by.

He said something but no sound came forth. All Lena saw was his mouth moving, then his eyebrows pinching together with concern. Lena blinked slowly. He said something again, but she still couldn’t make it out.

“I can’t hear you.”

Dorian cupped her cheeks and dipped his head, so their gazes locked again. “Can you hear my voice now?”

Relief flooded her. She sagged with her exhale. “Yes.” The ringing in her ears died immediately. The tingles across her body receded. She was disoriented as a barrage of emotions swarmed her, making it hard to pick one to embrace.

“Aww fuck.” Dorian picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Bringing her over to the bed, he laid her down and crawled in with her. Keeping her tight against his chest, he rubbed her back in small circles and cooed sweet words of comfort.

Lena bawled her eyes out for no reason. “Why am I doing this?” she sobbed. “I don’t know how to make this stop!”

“You’re dropping.” He kissed her head and continued touching her. “Damn, you’re so strong, Lena. So brave and fierce.”

His words contradicted how she felt, which made her more scatterbrained. Crying pissed her off but she couldn’t stop it. It got ugly. Really ugly. Now she was nauseous. Confused. Lethargic.

“This is my fault,” he whispered. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I pulled back too fast from you.”

“I don’t know what that means,” she hiccupped.

“It means I’ll do better next time. Now that I know… I’ll never let this happen again.”

Lena’s tears went into overtime. She didn’t want him to never let this happen again. She loved what he did, even if her reaction afterwards didn’t show it. But she couldn’t explain herself. Lena couldn’t even keep her eyes open. With her next exhale, she passed out.

Dorian held Lena while she came down from her subspace.

What an asshole he was. Dorian thought he was doing something she wanted. Giving her the next thing on her list of desires. In The Wicked Garden, she’d specifically said “I want to be railed hard enough so that I go into some kind of subspace. I want to float and fly apart. Scream, cry, sweat, and lose myself.” Even when they fucked at his house, she said she wanted pain with her pleasure because she wanted to check out.

He gave her what she asked for but slipped up. Drunk on her blood, he let her fly apart and forgot the higher the float, the harder the drop. Vampires were notorious for sending their lovers into euphoria. It’s why The Wicked Garden had a three-visit cap, and afterwards the minds of the guests were erased.

This level of seduction was dangerous, addicting, and came at a price.

Dorian foolishly assumed she’d done this kind of thing before with a human Dom. Her confidence was so fucking believable, he never gave it a second thought. Dorian delivered what she asked for.

But with a vampire twist.

He longed for someone like Lena more than he cared to admit. To have a mate. A lover who trusted him implicitly and whom he didn’t have to dull his sharp edges for. Lena was a razor blade. He was a scythe. Together they would make blood run.

He barely took enough of her vein to form a connection to her. So focused on giving her pleasure, Dorian put her needs before his own—as any worthy mate would. Taking from her vein just now wasn’t going to turn her but should start the bonding process if he was lucky.

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