Page 62 of Waltzing With Witches

He looks so distraught, I can’t help but slide off the bed, blood dripping to the floorboards at my feet. I rub my knuckles along Abe’s cheek with one hand and guide his gaze up to me as I slide into his lap. I’m probably covering him in blood, but it seems like that’s the last thing he’ll care about right now.

When his beautiful crimson eyes meet mine, the black pupil shrinking to its normal size, I press a kiss to the tip of his nose. His eyes close as I press a trail of gentle kisses along his angular cheek to his ear.

“I don’t deserve this attention, Morgan,” he whispers as I bring my mouth to his ear and tug with my teeth. A hissed moan is my reward.

“I’ve got an idea,” I reply. “Keep your eyes closed.”

When I move my lips to his neck, he groans and lets it fall backward. Reaching down between my thighs, I drag two fingers through my pussy lips, coating them with blood.

“’Kay, I’m going to try not to be disgusted by this,” I admit. “But it’s hot for me to see you so turned on.”

He gives me a noncommittal grunt, but when I bring my fingers to his lips, the noise turns into a series of desperate-sounding snarls. His long tongue swirls around my fingers, pulling them both between his lips. When he hollows his mouth around them and sucks, I feel it all the way between my thighs.

My answering moan of need matches his as he drops his head, eyes flicking open.

“Disgusting, indeed,” he says with a wicked smirk. “Do it again.” His hand slides down my tee, down my stomach, between my thighs. Warm fingers rub gently over my clit and down both sides of my pussy.

I don’t mean to let my head fall back, but he’s really fucking good with those fingers. They stroke the edges of my pussy, tracing a line to my back hole and forward again. They’re soaked in blood when he slips them back inside me and presses against my G-spot.

“Ride them,” he commands, shifting forward until his breath tickles my neck. “Take your pleasure from me.”

“I don’t want to push you too far,” I moan. “Is this okay?”

His lips close around my throat and pull softly, a tease of the pleasure I suspect his bite would bring me. “Sex and biting go hand in hand for vampires. We don’t have one without the other. I can give you this, though.”

“What happens when we want more?” I question, rocking down onto his elegant fingers.

He groans. “We can get creative, but there are some things I may never be able to give you.”

I let out a cry of dismay as pleasure builds and swirls, my cheeks on fire as his hand works between my thighs. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and have my way with you.”

With a wry laugh, he fucks me harder, his free hand coming to my hip so he can grind my pussy into his palm. “If you think there’s a restraint in this world that would keep me from you under those circumstances, you’re out of your mind. Nothing would hold me back, Morgan.”

Rocking up and down with his help, I fall forward, my head on his shoulder as he strokes and rubs.

“That’s it, witch,” he says on a growl. “Let that pleasure build. Cock your head to the side and let me look at that pretty little spot where your vein is so close to the surface.” He brings a hand up to press his thumb against the side of my neck. “I’d love nothing better than to spill it and drink you down.”

Pleasure rises and rises and pauses, my body snapping tight at the top of that crest. And then it’s a rollercoaster down into bliss that explodes from my pussy outward in ever-expanding waves. I can’t even find it in me to worry about the blood, not with the way Abe praises me for coming so beautifully all over him.

When ecstasy fades, I bury my face in his neck as I struggle to catch my breath. I’m covered in blood and slick and his fingers still work slow circles over my G-spot, coaxing my body into round three.

“Let me make this clear, Morgan.” His voice is a deep, resounding croon that lights up my whole body as he presses his lips to my ear. “Your blood will always call me. But blood during a menstrual cycle? It’s everything I could want and more. There’s something incredibly seductive about the idea of you being fertile while we’re intimate. It conjures up images of you swollen with my child, us with a family. It bolsters my need to dominate and protect you. There is nothing sexier than a period.” He gives me a sad look. “If I could, I’d fuck you all the way through it.”

“I want that,” I admit with a groan.

“Mmm, me too.” He bites softly at a spot below my ear, making my body jerk uncontrollably.

“How do you feel about coming again?” he questions.

With a wry laugh, I point at my lap. “To be honest, this is my first foray into blood play, and I kinda wanna clean up. It was hot, so hot, but look at the carpet.”

Abe glances around us and throws his head back to laugh.

I stare in awe at the way his throat bobs. Is this the first time I’ve ever heard a true laugh from him?

I don’t know, but as he helps me up, lifting me into his arms to carry me to my bathroom, I know I want to see it again.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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