Page 84 of The Cruelty of Thorns

“I missed you last night,” she said with a shy smile.

I folded my arms around her and pulled her into a quick kiss. The roommate, obviously satisfied that Myra was safe, turned and headed into the dorm.

I felt exposed here. “Let’s get out of the middle of the quad,” I told her, leading her back toward the darkness of the clump of trees where I had first seduced her. I backed her up against one and sought her lips again, deepening the kiss this time. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine, and it required all my control not to take her right there.

“You drive me crazy,” I growled, trailing kisses down her neck.

“Can we go to your house?”

I thought about that. I knew it would be more comfortable, but I was loathe to take her there now, knowing the killer was obviously watching me. Whether he knew where I lived or not, I didn’t want to risk putting a target on Myra like my previous blood source.

“I can’t stay long,” I told her, trying to ignore the disappointment in her eyes. “I have some things I need to take care of tonight.”

“I thought you didn’t work.”

I wasn’t prepared to answer questions about my activities. Maybe it would have been easier just to take her to my house. “I don’t, but I have…business dealings I have to manage. Sometimes those meetings happen after hours.”

“Oh.” She was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Are you a criminal?”

I grinned at her. If you only knew. “No. Not usually, anyway. I am, however, criminally attracted to you.” I pressed my lips to hers to ward off any more questions, my tongue darting inside her mouth to seek hers. Tangling with it, sucking it into my mouth while my hand found its way under her sweater and inside her bra. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against me as I pinched and rolled her nipple.

When I was sure she was sufficiently distracted, I ran my hand down her abdomen to slip inside the waistband of her jeans and she let go a quick gasp. “Sorry if my hands are cold,” I murmured.

“That’s okay,” she assured me breathlessly.

I unzipped her pants and smoothed my hand under her panties where her damp heat beckoned me. “So wet.” I dipped two fingers inside her and found her clit, rolling across it until she began to squirm.

“Julianus,” she whimpered.

“Yes, cuore mio?”

“I need…”

I chuckled, loving the sound of her pleading tone. I inserted a third finger in her cunt and curled them against her clit while my thumb massaged the area behind her pussy. “What do you need?”

“I need you.”

“You need me to what? Tell me.”

She breathed a frustrated sigh. “I need to cum.”

“With pleasure.”

I increased the pressure on her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy while I ground my raging erection against her, the contact increasing my own discomfort. As much as I would love to have her on her knees with her sweet lips wrapped around my cock, I knew that wasn’t possible under the circumstances. Even with the shadows surrounding us, we were still too exposed here. I could wait until later to chase my own satisfaction. Right now this was about her.

She humped my hand while her tongue fucked my mouth, her soft moans music to my ears. When I felt she was close, she broke contact with my mouth and threw her head back, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps as her pussy began to clench around my fingers.

“That’s it, cuore mio. Cum for me now. Soak my hand with your sweet juices.”

She bit her lip and uttered a long sigh of contentment as the orgasm ran its course. It took several minutes for her pulse to return to normal, during which time I trailed kisses across her mouth and up her neck, fighting the urge to sink my teeth into her soft flesh.

“Feel better now?” I breathed into her ear.

She opened her eyes, a drunken smile curving her lips. “Yes. Thank you. But what about you?”

I shrugged. “I can take care of myself. Are you able to walk now?”

“Yes. Though I have to tell you, I was sore yesterday.”

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