Page 38 of Hot Blooded
“I want to feel it. Feel you,” I whisper the words, barely audible over my breath.
I have no idea where these confusing thoughts are coming from, but something inside me is desperate to share the undoubtedly intimate experience with him. I can see how badlyhe desires it, and I want to give it to him. Besides, Alastair has drunk from me already, and I can’t shake the sense that it should have been Reign all along.
While he’s so far been less than enthusiastic about this idea, there’s an obvious hunger in his eyes.
He inhales against my wrist again, and then my neck. I tremble with unexpected pleasure.
As he presses his cock into me through our layers of clothing, his lips move to my throat.
“What kind of wicked girl are you?” he pants.
The truth is, I don’t know what kind of girl I am. I’ve been told a lot of things about myself over the years. That I was worthless. A terrible daughter. I guess that’s what happens when tragedy strikes your family, and you shoulder all the blame. I hold in a breath and turn my cheek to his.
“I’m the kind of girl who wants to find out,” I challenge him.
His eyes darken and molten heat pours through me.
“Are you sure?” His voice has a ragged quality to it. I sense his control is hanging by a thread. I grind against his rather impressive erection, and shiver at the pleasurable contact.
“Very,” I breathe.
“Fuck, Tressa,” he murmurs, and I wonder briefly if he’s chastising me, or maybe himself, but I don’t wonder for long, because I feel his teeth graze my neck. There’s a flash of pain as he pierces the skin. It’s quickly replaced by pleasure—and a rush of endorphins so intense that I nearly see stars.
Hot, silky warmth surges through me. The dual sensation of his mouth against my neck and his length pressing against my core is overwhelming in ways I’ve never imagined.
A warm feeling envelops me, and my eyes slip closed.
His need for me is pure and raw, and I’ve never experienced anything like it. It feels just as good as Reign promised it would, and it goes on for longer than I imagined.
I can hear my heartbeat growing fainter. It sounds further away than it should. My hearing is fuzzy, and the edges of darkness pull at me.
I can hear him repeating my name and I slowly blink open my eyes.
I feel dizzy, my head is spinning with new pleasure.
Reign is kneeling on the bed beside me, and he looks angry. “Are you okay?”
I nod and blink up at him.
“Good,” he says abruptly, as he inspects my neck. I feel his thumb press against my pulse point. I lean in toward him, eager for his touch.
“We can’t do that again.” His words crash through me—his rejection packing a hard sting. “Ever.”
“Why not?” I blink.
“Because, we can’t.”
Chapter 20
Reign
Tressa is still feeling drained and stays in bed far past her usual time, which is entirely my fault, and I don’t even bother trying to minimize the guilt I feel.
I got carried away last night. High on endorphins and desire and raw need. And my sweet Tressa is in bed paying the price for my thoughtless actions. I always tell Carly how silly the monitoring machine is, how I don’t need it, because I can tell exactly when enough is enough. Lies. All lies.
I’ve instructed Mrs. Potts to bring Tressa tea and check on her throughout the day.
I’ve never come quite so close to losing control.
