Page 60 of Hot Blooded
He’s looking down at me so thoughtfully, and maybe it’s this intense moment, or maybe it’s the way he shivers at my touch, but I want to give him everything. I want to take everything he’s willing to give me. We’re opposites in many ways, but we’re the same in all the ways that matter. We’re two interconnected things that cannot be unraveled.
The fact that Reign is a vampire is maybe part of why I have such a strong connection with him. I realize that for the first time. And I can’t honestly say that I wish he was any different. This is who he is, and I love him for it.
I place my palm against his cheek. “Will you bite me?”
He lets out a long, slow exhale, but doesn’t answer. “Lie back.” His expression is almost pained.
Confusion washes through me, but I do as I’m told, lying back against the mountain of silk pillows.
Reign’s fingers skim along my ribcage, over my hips. His calloused fingertips are cool against my skin. It strikes me just how perfectly suited for each other we are, his bullish strength for my softness. The give and take… I suck in a breath when he reaches the juncture between my legs, and my mind scrambles.
“Open for me. Part your knees,” he says.
His tone is commanding, and his words are so direct. I’ve never been spoken to like this before, but my body responds immediately. I’m hot all over, and more excited than I ever recall being before.
“Beautiful,” he growls, running the pad of his thumb between my folds, feeling the slick heat that’s just for him. He lets out a low sound of pleasure.
I part my thighs, letting my knees drop open. All my self-consciousness falls away at the dark hunger I see reflected back at me in his eyes.
“I have no intention of stopping myself tonight.” His words are almost a warning, but I’m not frightened.
He unexpectedly brings my wrist to his mouth, and I feel the pinch of him piercing the delicate skin before the exquisite rush of pleasure as liquid hot satin flows between us. It’s sinful and so satisfying.
His lips move from the wrist to my neck where he bites me again and I groan, unable to control myself. I bring my hands to his cock and stroke him as he drinks from me. Reign shivers and I urge him closer, rocking my pelvis against his.
His hooded eyes are full of lust. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”
“Yes,” I answer, carefully. The truth is, I’m not sure, but the idea of pleasing him makes me feel hot all over.
Shameless. But who cares?
Before I can even wonder what happens next, he lowers himself to the floor between my legs. “Need to taste you,” he says, and before I can prepare myself, his mouth is on me, his tongue moving against my sensitive flesh.
I briefly wonder if he’ll bite mehere, but I don’t wonder long, because it’s not his teeth I feel—it’s his tongue, makingquick laps against me. My hips shoot off the bed and I cry out. Wow.
“You’re delicious and sweet, Tressa,” he murmurs with his mouth still against me.
Yes, please. My hips are circling of their own accord, my breathy moans getting louder and louder, my orgasm inching closer, when he suddenly stops.
A frustrated groan travels up my throat. I blink open my blurry eyes, trying to focus on him and figure out why in the world he’s stopped.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.” There’s a devilish glint to his eyes.
I pull in a deep breath, trying to calm my wide-ranging emotions.
I feel him move over me, the weight of his broad body pressing against mine as he aligns himself between my legs.
A slight tingle of uncertainty swims inside me. Reign has so far refused to do this with me… says he doesn’t trust himself not to lose control, yet here we are.
Are we finally going to…?
His chest hovers over mine, and his knees press against the mattress on either side of my thighs as he leans over me. I tremble when his lips touch my throat as he places a tender kiss there.
He flexes his hips and his thick length presses inside—just the wide tip of him—stretching me. A delicious ache blooms low in my womb.
“Breathe for me,” he whispers, placing another one of those sweet kisses against the inside of my wrist. His tender kisses make me feel too many things. Confusion and lust make for an unsettling combination, but as with all things Reign, common sense flies out the window. I draw a breath.
I’m about to beg him to move when he slides deeper. I lose my train of thought, along with my ability to speak. He fills me so completely; I’m totally at his mercy.
