Page 52 of Ashvale: The Vampire's Kiss

“Is there something on my face?” Nora's words were husky, her eyes were still closed, and I smiled as I brushed a kiss over her cheekbone.

“No.”

“Then why are you staring at me?”

“How do you know I am?” I teased, pressing a kiss beneath her jaw. “Your eyes are closed.”

They opened at my words, the green still glazed with the haze of sleep, brightening as my mouth continued to taste her skin. “What are you doing?”

I pulled away. “Kissing you. I thought that was obvious.”

She narrowed her eyes, sitting up and watching me with something like suspicion. “You disappear for nearly forty-eight hours?—”

“Not intentionally,” I protested and shut my mouth at her look.

“Then you think you can show up here, climb into bed with me, and start… lavishing me with your mouth?”

The sheets had fallen away from her body as she spoke, pooling around her waist and giving me a full look at the stiff peaks of her breasts. I smirked, pulling the fabric lower as I straddled her thighs, my bare stomach at her eye level before I lowered myself.

“You'd rather I lavished you with my tongue?”

Her breath hitched and I fisted the silky sleep shorts she wore, bundling them in one hand before tugging sharply until they ripped, leaving her bare for me.

My hand found her inner thigh and I smoothed my way up the sensitive skin there before pressing down with my palm, encouraging her legs to fall open for me.

“That's better, don't you think?”

She mumbled something incoherent and I laughed, knowing she felt my breath on the wetness gathering for me by the way her hips twitched.

God, I'd missed touching her like this, feeling her like silk on my fingers as she fluttered around my tongue.

I licked my lips, anticipation pulsing through me in waves of pleasure I knew she would feel through our bond. I didn't care if she knew I was desperate for her, not so long as I got to feel her drench my face with her orgasm.

“Hayes—”

“Shh, love.” I kissed the inner part of her thighs, working my way up and down from the inside of her knee to her pussy before travelling down the opposite leg. “Patience is a virtue.”

“I've never cared about being virtuous,” she said and I chuckled when her hands found my hair, tugging roughly until she had me where she wanted me. “Here.”

I obeyed, licking a line of heat up her centre, parting her folds with my tongue to flick the hard bud that pulsed for me. I closed my mouth around it, wringing a whimper from her when my tongue circled it tauntingly, a bare brush of sensation.

Then, just when her eyes flashed open, frustration brewing there from my teasing, I slid a finger inside her pussy, stretching her slowly.

Leonora gasped and I bit my lip on my own groan. I was addicted to this, to her. The heat surrounding me as I added another finger and then a third, my cock became so hard it was painful as the sound of her arousal grew. The slick sounds of my fingers and mouth were driving me past my limits, but I continued, curling my fingers to stroke that spot in her inner walls—the one that made her scream for me.

Her muscles tensed, hair an inky spill against the white sheets as her pussy clenched around my fingers. Wetness ran down my hand and my mouth watered. I couldn't wait anymore.

I bent my head and feasted, sucking her clit into my mouth and teasing it with my teeth until she was crying out for me, begging me. “What do you want, love?”

She whimpered and I smiled, glad her eyes were closed so she couldn't see the strained edges.

“Tell me, Leonora.”

“I want to come.”

I nodded and laid back against the pillows, tapping her calf next to me to get her attention. “Come here.”

She didn't hesitate, sitting up and climbing over me eagerly, her hands trailing over my chest and the outline of my erection through my boxers. When she made to settle on my lap, however, I shook my head.

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