Page 22 of Silent Nights and Vampire Lights

I took her swollen lips in a gentle kiss. “Thank you for your offering. I promise it won’t hurt.”

She relaxed minutely. “I trust you, Nick.”

This woman. She was too good for me. I pulled her over me until she straddled my lap, my cock trapped between her legs. We leisurely kissed, her arousal growing as our tongues dueled. She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer and began to rock over my erection, her slick pussy rubbing generouslyover me. My cock hit her clit every so often, and she gasped as I rubbed against her. I moved a hand between us to tweak her clit, and she began to move more frantically, her moans growing louder.

I lifted her enough to let my cock notch in her entrance, then she settled back down, my cock stretching her until I was fully seated. She began to move, rolling and rising on me, faster and faster, chasing her orgasm. I licked her throat, over her pulse point, tasting the sweat that lingered there and the hint of sweet blood just under the surface. As the flutters of her orgasm began squeezing my cock, I struck, my fangs sinking deep into her carotid artery.

She stiffened at the momentary flash of pain, and her orgasm hit at the same time. She screamed my name, her body clenching around me. My own release exploded, and her blood filled my mouth, the sweetest taste I had never had. I drank deeply, knowing I would be addicted to Holly, not knowing how I would let her go after this.

Finally, Holly slumped against me, her orgasm complete. I licked her neck closed and settled against the headboard, cuddling her against my chest. She drowsily kissed my chest.

“That was amazing. Does it feel that way for everyone?”

“Never.”

How could I let her go?

Holly

Irelaxed, draped over Nick’s chest, completely sated and wrung out. Those last orgasms had done me in. I had expected his bite to hurt, and while there had been a momentary flash of pain when he first sunk his fangs in, it was quickly replaced by a pleasure so intense, I had almost blacked out. I never feared that Nick would get carried away or harm me. Instead, he’d given me more pleasure than I had ever experienced. Now I had to figure out what this meant.

Were we starting something, or was this a one night, convenience kind of thing? He needed to eat, and I was available? Heck, what did I want it to be?

Relationships had always taken a back seat in my life, mostly because I’d been so terrible at them. My schedule was too erratic. I was too busy. And most guys were leeches, always taking advantage. It was easier to be alone, but often lonely. After my grandparents died, I moved from their farm, selling it to pay their medical bills. I didn’t miss the town where I’d grown up. I never really felt like I belonged there. Maybe it was being raised by my grandparents, feeling like I had responsibilities, things I had to do that my classmates didn’t have. Leaving the town wasn’t a big deal. I had no ties once they were gone.

Spending the past few days with Nick had reminded me of what I had been missing, what I hadn’t even known I wanted. And I wanted more.

“What are you thinking so deeply about?” His voice was a rumble under my cheek where I rested on his chest.

My hand idly traced a pattern on his very impressive abs, outlining his washboard stomach. “Are you feeling a sugar high from my blood? I ate a lot of cookies last night.”

He chuckled. “It doesn’t quite work that way.”

I propped my chin on his chest. “You said it did for drugs.”

“Sugar isn’t a drug. Not in the same way as other chemicals. How are you feeling?”

His tone was sharper, his expression intense as he studied me for signs of distress. His concern warmed my heart. It had been so long since someone cared about how I felt. Tears pricked my eyes and blurred my vision.

“Holly? Are you okay?” Alarmed filled his voice, and he sat up, dislodging me.

I struggled to a sitting position. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

He gripped my shoulders gently and peered into my eyes as if he could read my mind. “Are you sure? Did I take too much from you?”

I laughed. “Take too much? Nick, you blew my mind. I’m going to need to stay in bed to recover all damned day.” I shifted on the bed, feeling the soreness between my thighs. “Well, I might need a long bath somewhere in there, too.”

He grinned, too satisfied with himself. “I can ask Mae to bring you something to eat to recover your strength.”

I rolled my eyes. “I certainly am not walking down there. I don’t want to face any of our neighbors after last night.”

He leaned back against the headboard, and I settled against him again, sighing and closing my eyes. “What happens next?”

He paused for a long moment. “We check out the weather reports and leave as soon as we can. I’m not convinced your friends aren’t hot on your trail. I want to keep moving. Besides, midwinter is in a couple of days.”

“Yes, your deadline for getting home.”

“My family is expecting me for the holiday, or at least hoping I’ll be there.”

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