Page 33 of Kiss of Magic

“Not yet,” he murmured. “It’s better when I make you wait. Your blood tastes sweeter.”

“You’re a bastard.”

His lips curved into a smile and his canines glinted.

“You know I enjoy making you scream, shaitun.”

He undid her shirt, hampered slightly by his elongated claws. It was hard for him to control his transformation when he was this aroused. He feasted his gaze on her curves.

“Tell me, shaitun. Do you want me to lick your beautiful nipples?”

Her breath was coming in short pants.

“Yes. Lick them. Suck them. Please, Darian.”

He loved hearing her beg. He brought his mouth to one rose-hued bud and swabbed it with his tongue. She tangled her hands in his hair and arched towards him.

“Gods, I missed you,” she groaned. He suckled the tip to diamond hardness before switching to the other one. Her head fell back as she gloried in the sensation.

Abruptly he let go and stepped back from her. She opened her eyes in disappointment.

“What’s wrong?”

“Take off the rest of your clothes. Let me see you.”

“Don’t you want to feed first?”

“I do. But not from your neck.”

With shaking hands she unsnapped her trousers and pushed them over her hips, taking her underwear with them. She shrugged off her shirt and stood naked in front of him.

He’d seen her like this many times but the way he looked at her, all hunger and raw desire, never failed to ignite her.

She leaned back against the wall and deliberately parted her legs, stroking a languorous finger into her glistening cleft. His eyes were rivetted.

“Is this what you want, vampire?” She stroked harder, catching her breath as her questing fingertip found her pleasure centre. “Is this where you want to feed?”

“Yes.” His voice was rough. His fangs had slid all the way out and his eyes were pools of black.

“Then on your knees. Pleasure me.”

He dropped to the floor and grasped her hips, yanking her towards his waiting mouth. Seven hells, her scent was intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, letting the burnt amber aroma fill his senses. Then he closed his mouth over her satin lips and tasted her.

Tala gasped as he lapped at her juices. His tongue circled her little bud repeatedly, making it throb excitedly. Every now and then his fangs scraped at the delicate tissue, adding to her intoxication.

Desire and need pulsed through her in ever widening spirals. She rested one leg over his shoulder and pushed her mound hard against his face.

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, lick me there. Gods, don’t stop.”

Darian licked faster. Juices were flowing from her like honey. She was coating his mouth, his face, and he couldn’t get enough. He pushed a knuckle into her drenched slit, mindful of his claws. Tala moaned as the sensation started to push her over the edge.

Her pleasure was inexorably building. Darian felt her begin to flutter around his tongue as he concentrated on the swollen nub.

Tala writhed and gasped, her sweet little moans driving him on. Gods, he was so hard he was almost at the point of coming himself. With an effort he controlled himself, waiting for the right moment. Waiting till she was on the brink. Waiting till her moans rose to a cry.

Then he turned his mouth to her silky smooth inner thigh and bit.

His fangs pierced her flesh at the exact moment she orgasmed. The pleasure-pain made her legs buckle and he caught her as she fell, laying her down with his mouth pinned firmly to her pulsating artery.

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