Page 22 of Stolen By the Vampire

Esmae nibbled on her lip. “It certainly is. But more than that, I feel… connected to you when you drink from me.”

“And you want this? A connection with me?”

She nodded. She did. Just once, she wanted to choose her fate. Even if Silas was fate bound to another, in this moment, he could be hers. When he took her blood, it was just the two of them in the universe, her lifeblood devoured by the undead beast while in its wake he left sensations that left her more alive than ever before, utterly enraptured by him.

At once, he was on her. He cradled her hands between his palms, the two lifted on their knees. He didn’t immediately bite her as Esmae had expected. Instead, he kissed her, this time a slow, savoring kiss. A claiming kiss.

The kiss ended and his lips trailed along her jawline, teasing until she was nearly begging for him to reach her neck. He licked her skin, setting her aflame. When at last he bit her, she sighed against his body. Pleasure bloomed in her chest and between her legs as Silas devoured her with slow pulls. But as she’d told him, it was more than the act itself. It was that he was the one drinking her. She was taking care of him, and the air between them sparked.

He pulled away from her neck, licking the last drops of blood with the tenderness of a caress. When she finally saw his eyes, the softness in them stole her breath.

He laid her on the ground, covering her body with his own. Luminescent waves rippled out from behind her back, catching the periphery of her vision. The glow from the cavern ceiling cast Silas in an unnatural glow. It made him all the more alluring.

The picnic was forgotten as Silas’s lips returned to hers. On silent agreement, clothes were disposed of. Her tunic, his cape. Trousers were next.

“Violent witch,” he growled with approval as she gave a particularly rough tugging of his stubborn shirt.

Esmae didn’t waste time responding. She bent her head and gave his nipple an experimental lick. Gods, she wanted to taste every part of him. She blew out a breath and tugged on it again.

The sound Silas made was nothing short of animalistic. “You keep doing that and I’ll lose all control.”

If he’d meant to caution her, he failed. She continued to suck on his chest, loving the vibrations of his chest. She tried to slip a hand to her center to tend to her wet heat, but he caught her wrist in a steely grip as soon as she reached her entrance.

“Mine.”

The single word was utterly possessive. It should have been frightening. It was intoxicating.

He lifted her wrist to his lips and drew her slick index finger to his lips. He sucked on her wetness. A gasp ripped from her throat. He held her gaze the entire time, eyes burning with desire that mirrored the growing desperation inside her.

“You taste perfect,” he rasped when he finally released her hand. “But I’m afraid that’s only whetted my appetite.”

In a flash, Silas used his supernatural speed to reposition them on the moss. He rolled onto his back on the moss and drew Esmae on top of him—directly over his mouth.

If she made the mistake of thinking the position would give her power, she was sorely mistaken.

His hands gripped her bare thighs, pinning her against him. He licked her from end to end, tasting her with obvious pleasure.

Gods.

“Silas!” she cried.

He licked again, this time flicking his tongue around her clit and sucking.

She grasped the dark hands of his hair, pulling them so tightly they had to be painful. But Silas didn’t react, only became more vigorous.

“It’s too much. I’m going to come!”

“You’ll take it all,” Silas rasped from under her, punctuating his words with another shallow tease. “But you’re not coming yet. I’m just getting you ready, love.”

Love. The word slammed into her through the haze of lust, but instead of dampening the effect, it did the opposite. Her chest tightened at the affection in the endearment.

“I’m ready,” she pleaded.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He returned to his task, and gods, the vampire was ruthless. He brought her to the edge over and over, but each time managed to pull her back. She rocked her hips over him, trying to bring herself off, but she was powerless against him. She’d thought she knew was it was to need. She’d had no idea.

All she could do was moan and beg for him to give her the fullness her body craved and to let her come.

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