Page 49 of The Vampire Kingpin
“Yesss,” she hissed. “Spider…”
“Shh,” I said, drawing her tender little nub into my mouth.
She bucked like I’d zapped her with an electric toy, constricting around my fingers as she came. I lifted my head in time to see her face stretched in ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent scream.
I didn’t give her time to regroup. Removing my fingers from her, I crawled on top of her, thrusting into her so hard her tits bounced. I sucked each tight, cherry-pink tip, then took her hands and stretched them above her head, holding them in place with one of my own. Her fingers curled around my hand, her thighs cradling my hips as I fucked her.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Her eyelids opened as if from a dream. Soft color tinted her cheeks, making her eyes appear even greener. A smile dawned on her face, crinkling her eyes and spreading to her mouth.
My fucking heart knotted. She looked so happy to see me. To be with me.
The shop door tinkled, and from the shop came the saleswoman’s muffled voice. “Hello, Madam.”
Lark moaned, and I released her hands and covered her mouth with my palm.
“Quiet,” I warned.
She gave a cute growl—and bit my fingers.
I bared my fangs at her, saying, “Now you’re in trouble.” But I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want a kitten, I wanted a wildcat.
She struggled beneath me, trying to shake my hand off, but I just gave it to her harder until she stopped fighting, her hips raising to meet mine.
“That’s it,” I grated between my teeth. “Give me that hot pussy. Show me how much you want this.”
She said something, her voice garbled, and I took my hand from her mouth, watching, fascinated, as a strip of blue glowed into life around her irises.
“More,” she told me in a rough voice I barely recognized. “Give me everything.”
Fuck, yeah. My last fragment of control snapped with an almost audible click. I lost myself, thrusting into her again and again.
A high, this-hurts-so-good cry burst from her lips. She babbled my name, interspersed with “yes,” and “please.”
Our gazes snagged. The world fell away. Even sound was muffled, like we were in a pink-and-black snow globe. I didn’t hear the saleswoman or the customer or anything but the slap of our bodies and the low groans neither of us could help making.
I caught her wrists again, pinning them on either side of her head, my hips moving fast and hard now. She playfully bared her teeth at me, and I growled back.
“My woman likes to be held down,” I said against her lips. “Doesn’t she? She likes to know who she belongs to. Tell me. Tell me you’re mine. That nobody’s ever fucked you like this.”
For a long moment she didn’t speak. Then she said, “Yours,” in that feral, sandpaper voice…and tightened around me in a second climax.
Pleasure detonated up my spine, my lungs emptying in a rush of air. I buried my face in the side of her neck and came with a drawn-out groan.
My lips opened, silently imprinting the word, “Mine,” on her skin.
After, we cleaned up in the tiny bathroom attached to the dressing room. I finished first, then waited while Lark washed her face and finger-combed her hair.
I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her hair was messy, her cheeks still flushed, and she had a tiny mark on her throat where I must’ve scraped my teeth over her at some point.
The primal thing preened itself. “You look just fucked.”
Our gazes locked in the mirror, and I braced myself for her to say something about that moment we’d shared. But she didn’t, just gave me a Lark smirk. If I hadn’t been looking straight at her, I wouldn’t even have noticed that it didn’t reach her eyes.
“That was hot. Like send-for-the-fire-engines hot.”
“Mm,” I said. I should’ve felt relieved that she was making it about sex. That was what I wanted, right? But instead of relief, I felt flat.
