Page 28 of Death Comes for Her
Simon’s head tipped to the side, intensely observing me and my mouth. His breath breezed over my lips as if he was inching closer. A toned thigh lifted higher between my legs, applying pressure to the place my body ached for it.
A soft moan rose in my throat. Simon closed the gap until his mouth hovered a hair’s breadth from mine. My eyes fluttered shut as my traitorous body yearned for what it shouldn’t.
“The smell of you is an aphrodisiac most potent, Sierra. I don’t think you quite realize the power you hold over me.” His nose brushed against mine and I whimpered. “This bloodlust for you leans towards the lust side, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like you drank the sun and I long to drown in your light.” He skimmed his mouth over mine, teasing, but nothing more.
My lips followed, seeking his. I met nothing and opened my eyes as Simon shifted away. No, not away, repositioning himself. My hands fell to his shoulders as the vampire kneeled before me.
Our eyes locked as his long, pale fingers collected the hem of my dress. I sucked in air fast enough to make the world spin as he lifted the lavender fabric and bunched it around my hips. Cold air kissed my exposed thighs and chilled the embarrassingly drenched fabric of my underwear.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he warned—promised.
“I’m… low on blood,” I stuttered. Maybe that explained the dizzying rush in my head and the warmth blossoming in my belly.
“Did I say I was going to drink your blood?”
His sinful lips kicked up in a startling contrast to his usual sneer. Deft fingers hooked in the lace of my underwear and rolled the material down my hips. White threads of hair fell over his forehead as he glanced down, and his smile slashed wider in triumph, eyes glazing over with desire as he witnessed the arousal dripping from me.
Simon licked his lips. “Gods, the smell of you has been driving me wild for weeks. I can’t deny myself any longer, not when that pretty cunt is dripping for me.”
“I’m… I’m not,” I mumbled. “Your venom does this to me.”
The bastard smirked with that perfect brow arched again. “I don’t recall biting you this time.” A finger swiped through my pussy, coming away slick. My head dropped against the stone as I whined from the shock of pleasure. He held the soaked digit up to his face. “No, this is all you, Sierra, and it’s all for me.”
He sucked his finger into his mouth. His eyes closed slowly as he sucked the taste of me from his finger. A sensual groan vibrated through him, and I whimpered at the sound. A pulse of pure need shot through my core.
“All my thoughts of you lead me here.”
Simon sealed his wicked mouth over my core and dragged his flat, wide tongue through my folds. Ecstasy stole a strained moan from my chest when he assaulted my swollen clit with precise circles. Despite my better judgment, or perhaps lack thereof, my hands trailed from his shoulders to those damned white tresses I’d longed to trail my fingers through. My fingers threaded through his soft as silk hair and I held his face to my center as he feasted on my sex.
“Gods-fuck! That feels so good. No one’s ever done this to me before,” I lamented, almost hating the admission. He didn’t deserve to know.
“Good. So good. You’re going to come on my mouth.” He sucked on my clit. “I’ll take care of you.” I writhed when he gently nibbled the sensitive bud. “Yes, just like that.”
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder for better access, driving his tongue into me mercilessly. My head arched back, and a wanton cry lifted from my lips. The hand on my legs smoothed over my sensitive flesh, caressing his palm over the curve of my ass and groping. His other reached between my thighs and joined his mouth. He inserted a finger into my cunt, quickly curving it against my nerves while his tongue lapped at my clit.
“I’m going to get you off right here, right now. Look at me, Sierra, watch me make you come,” he growled against me.
I tore my gaze from the reddened sky to his pale face and startling blue eyes. Another wave of arousal dripped around his finger.
Insanity summed up the situation perfectly.
It was insane of me to let a vampire, an Ambrose, close to me in such a vulnerable manner. It was deranged to want it, and worse to enjoy it. But I’d imagined his mouth rising higher too many times to count when he fed on me.
And he ate pussy like a man starved for it.
“Sweet mercy, you’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I nodded, meeting his dark stare and mewling for more. I held his hair, rocking my hips against his face.
He held to his tongue, letting me rock myself over it. His finger continued plunging inside me. “Gods, yes, ride my face. Come for me, Sierra. Come on my face. Let me taste you.”
Simon sucked my clit into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue. His finger stroked in tandem with it as he lapped in rapid circles. The white-hot coil behind my navel went taut before releasing in a blinding wave of molten heat. My legs trembled, threatening to give out. Only his hands and mouth kept me upright, leaning against the stone as I came.
As my shaking subsided, Simon rose to his full height. His lips and chin glistened with my release. He licked his lips but focused on his cufflinks as he straightened his sleeves. The reserved mask returned to his features when he pushed his fingers through his hair to return the white strands to their proper place. Though something unreadable and dark lingered in the depths of his predatory gaze.
“You disgust me,” the lie dripped off my tongue like poison.
He caught my chin without warning, and I bit down a yelp. His lips curved. It wasn’t a nice smile. The grip on my chin increased painfully as he pulled me closer.
