Page 76 of Visions in Blood
Ginger taught me that.Take pleasure where you could find it.Don’t waste a minute of it.
So, when Devon spread my legs to continue his exploration, I stretched like an alley cat and gave into the heat.The pulsing need threatened to split me open, and when his tongue touched that sensitive bud of my core, neon lights flashed, and the sound coming out of me was somewhere between a moan and a cry of sheer bliss.My body trembled with a fierce need for more, for him to never stop, until the dam was breached, and wave after wave of pleasure swept through me.I almost wept from the intense release.
He didn’t give me a break as he slid back up, his lips reclaiming mine.The taste of me on his tongue drove me wild as he ravaged my mouth.I barely noticed him centering himself between my legs, and while he sucked my tongue, he pushed inside.I welcomed him with a wild abandon I’d never felt before.My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper until I heard his own satisfied moan as he drove harder.
I lost track of time, of the world, while he continued to take and give.Whether on my back, my side, on top, or on hands and knees, there was only Devon long into the night.And I reveled in every second of it.
When I opened an eye and noted the light seeping in from under the blinds, the only question was whether I was still in one piece.Not that it mattered.After the long evening, if I died right now, I’d die a happy woman.
I couldn’t move my body.Every muscle was limp with nothing more to give.I couldn’t even muster enough energy to move my head.
I was laying on something hard, yet it moved.Devon.My head was on his chest, which would explain the light dusting of hair that tickled my nose and the soft thumping I heard.His heart beat.Huh.Vamps had heartbeats.I guess something had to push that vampiric blood through their veins.
Then he was caressing my hair.“Good morning.”
I blinked.The awkward part.The morning after.
I stretched, determining which muscles would obey, and found enough energy to inch my way from his chest to rest my head against the crook of his arm.He wrapped one around me like a band of steel holding me against him.I guess he wasn’t reconsidering our actions.My brazen seduction.
I ran a tongue over my teeth.“Morning.”
“Should I ask about last night?”His tone was light.No judgment.
I released a sigh.“You mean the dream?”
“That’s as good a place as any.”
“It’s the first time I’ve been able to control the dream without the necklace.”
“At what point did you know you had control?”
I bit my lip, forcing myself to wrinkle my brow as if in some deep concentration as I relived the dream.But I knew exactly when I’d become aware.It was right from the beginning when I laid my head near his and ached for him.His touch.I’d missed the dreams where it had just been the two of us and some inexplicable, lustful attraction.Those dreams felt safe.They seemed like the most real part of my whole disastrous life.And how much of that truth did I share with him?
“Be honest with me.It’s the only way I can help you.”He gave me a squeeze.
I should have been ashamed that he expected me to lie.Instead, I ran an arm across his chest, circled his nipple, then glided south.
He grabbed my wrist.“As much as I would prefer that distraction to talking, we have to know how your dreams are manifesting.”When a minute passed, and I remained silent, he sighed.“I’ll share a tidbit with you if you promise to do the same.Agreed?”
I nodded against his chest.
“Have you ever heard of someone named Colantha Dupré?”
“No.”It came out rather fast, but it was more from a desire to hear more than any memory it dredged up.“Did my mother give you that name?”If this was about the dreams, then it must be the lead she’d given him.
“Yes.That and a location.New Orleans.”
I shook my head this time.“None of it’s familiar.Not even a spark.”
“Until we can locate this person, it’s critical to understand everything we can about these dreams.Especially your part in them—whether you’re being pulled along for the ride of if you’re directing them.”
I sighed and pushed away from him, pulling myself up to lean against the headboard.I pulled my knees up so I could circle my arms around them.Devon sat up to lean next to me, his shoulder touching mine.
“From the minute my head hit the pillow, I’d been thinking about the widow’s walk and the day you first took me up there.”I turned my head toward him and found him watching me—waiting.“We’d gotten pretty passionate until something called you away.”
“I remember.”
My deep breath was shaky.“I just thought about what I wanted to do, where I wanted to go, and the dream made it happen.One minute we were here in your room, the next everything else.I almost forgot it was a dream.”And my cheeks burned remembering how assertive I’d been, especially sneaking into this room and crawling into his bed while he slept.
