Page 75 of Visions in Blood
“Set me free, and I’ll show you patience.”
She only laughed again, this time it was huskier, more sensual.“We’ll see.”
When an arm came free, she moved it above his head.“Don’t move.Just let me get this other one.”She pushed him to the floor as she moved over him to reach the errant sleeve.Her bared breasts hovered over his face, and he did the only thing that made sense with the offering she placed in front of him.
He lifted his head and took one of her nipples into this mouth, his tongue circling until it was as hard as she’d made his.A soft moan escaped, and she stretched with feline grace.Her spicy scent invaded his thoughts, and nothing existed but this moment—this woman.He moved to the other breast, her skin taut as she continued to stretch, and the tips of his fangs scraped along the underside of her soft flesh creating goosebumps that he kissed and teased until they disappeared and her skin warmed with an internal flame.
Then there was nothing but air as she slid down the length of him.When he tried to reach for her, he found his wrists still bound, this time to the leg of the coffee table.
She’d kept her gaze on him, her light brown eyes aglow with passion.“As I said.My dream, my rules.”Her smile was loving and wicked.Then all he saw was the top of her sable-colored waves as she kissed her way down his chest, slowing as she reached the light hairs just below his waist.She moved to his left thigh as his manhood pulsed with need, becoming unbearably hard as she teased her way around it.
When her fingers wrapped around him, he thought he’d blast to the moon, but somehow, he retained control, tugging at the table that drew closer.
Then her mouth was over him and sweet delight flowed through him.Her lips were soft yet firm, her tongue busy as heat roiled, his nerves bursting with need, the table drawing ever closer as he struggled against her constraints.She never slowed, never stopped as she took him over the edge, his toes curling, his hands tightening into fists as he arched into her and could no longer stop the release that gave way.It was nothing short of a dam bursting as his body melted into the blanket beneath them.
She dropped across his chest and untied his wrists, rubbing along the muscles that had strained.When his arms wrapped around her, she rested her head on him and ran a soft circle around a nipple.
There were no words.None needed.He didn’t think anything like this was possible in a dream.They’d touched before in the earlier dreams, but nothing in those erotic moments could have prepared him for this.
Once their combined heartbeats slowed to a normal rhythm, she rose and once again took his hand.
“Come.”
He didn’t question her but simply rose, leaving his clothes behind as he trailed after her.She led them up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.Once inside, she shut the door, the soft moonlight revealing her naked beauty.
Her eyes glimmered with unsatisfied lust.“Let’s stop playing games.”
Then she was gone.
His eyes popped open.He blinked and glanced down.His cock lay spent along his leg.That had never happened in one of their dreams.
When he turned his head, she was still there, lying next to him.
He was in his bed with a naked Cressa beside him.She was on her side, leaning on her elbow, and she smiled.
“Your turn.”
I held my breath.I’d never done anything quite so daring, but after all our erotic dreams, dreams we’d both shared, it wasn’t like we didn’t already know each other intimately.And as real as those dreams felt, lying here next to him, bared body and soul, I second-guessed my rash decision.
I’d been in his home a month, and while so much had happened between us, there was a distance between us that didn’t feel right.We’d come so close to this moment, his attraction to me so obvious, the heat so consuming, that if he turned me away this time, the man had more control than I thought possible.Although, I’d already witnessed how much control he had when his beast had raged, and he’d held it in check.
Time crawled, and my breath caught as I took in his mussed hair, his droopy, sleep-filled eyes, and his bare chest shimmering with a light sheen.Had that sweat been caused by our dream?Something to file away for later.This whole evening had been somewhat of a test.More than that, but a test all the same.
He stared at me for ages, his expression never changing.His eyes were the key, and they glowed with that dusky iridescent blue, darker than his normal eye color but not the pure silver of his beast.They were filled with heat and a deeper passion than I’d seen before.
I didn’t move.I wasn’t lying—this was his turn.To reach out or to leave.
He reached out a hand, first to my arm and then my face, as if testing to confirm I was real.That this wasn’t a dream.I turned my face into his palm and closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his strong fingers, the warmth of his touch.
When I opened my eyes, I knew I wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.I smiled.
He was on me in a flash, his lips devouring mine, his hands sliding down the curves of my body as he pulled me close.Then his kiss gentled as his tongue caressed my lips before it slipped inside, then his urgent need wasted no time—as if he’d been starved for days.Hot and hungry, I could no longer tell the difference between dream and reality.I never could.His taste was the same, his tangy scent of cinnamon and cloves wrapped around me until I was encased in everything Devon.
When he moved his mouth to my throat, I arched into him.His tongue flirted along my neck, while his fangs tested and teased.How would my blood taste to him?Would it be as sweet and addicting as his had been to me?
He moved over my body, using the same triad of pleasure—kisses, tongue, and fangs.The farther down he moved, the more my nerve endings came to life, almost raw as heat built in me.He never rushed, once again proving his control, even though I felt his body shudder when he hit a sensitive spot and my body leaned into him.
He wasn’t the first man I’d been with.There had been a few, but none came close to evoking the feelings, the passion, the torturous heat this man coaxed from me.Whether it was mere lust, proximity, or the pull of the dreams, I didn’t know.And I convinced myself it didn’t matter.He was a vamp.I was human.Nothing more than a thief.And if this was all that could ever exist between us, it was good enough for me.
