Page 45 of Sweet Nightmares
Confusion licked at her neck. What was that? What was that feeling?
But when the wave ended, she needed more, and she became possessed by an unstoppable lust. Her hands trailed down to his pants, and fast and clumsily, she unbuttoned them, freeing his massive cock to the world.
Instinctively, she curled one of her hands around it and began to stroke. Up and down. Feeling him. It was thick and smooth, like wonderful velvet.
He let out a rough sound. Somewhere between pain and pleasure, he pulled his teeth out of her neck, licking the puncture wounds before grasping her hand, stilling her movements, and pinning her hands to the wall on either side of her head.
A mix of doubt and hurt danced in her belly. “Did I do it wrong? Do you not like it?”
“Oh, fuck Jane.” He leaned his forehead against hers, blood still dripping from his mouth. “I liked it. But if you continue down that road, I will fuck you on this loveseat. Rough, hard, and unforgiving.”
“Please do.” A desperate need clung to her voice.
“I will help you with your carnal desires—if that is what you want—after you calm down.” It was like he forced the words out of his mouth. “I do not take advantage of women.”
“I am calm,” she begged, her eyes flashing down to his still-hard cock.
“I told you never to lie to me,” he snapped. “Never, Jane.”
She panted and leaned her head against the wall, her arms still trapped by his strong, large hands.
Sucking in a shaky breath, she tried to calm herself and let go of the cloud of lust plaguing her brain.
“Vampire bites can elicit many reactions. Fear, peace, even lust.” He sighed as if the sentence pained him. “It would seem you are the latter.”
Only for you.And somehow, she knew that to be true. Emrys could bite her, and she’d feel nothing like that.
“It’s not real.”
It was. Too real. But she didn’t have control of her voice yet to say it. Anything she tried to say would just come out as begging. Because she still very much wanted him to fuck her on that loveseat.
A sigh mixed with a whine came out of her mouth. And she pinched her eyes shut in embarrassment. How was he always so cold, so unbothered, and she was a fucking mess?
It wasn’t fair.
“What was that?” She blurted out because she needed to say something.
“What?”
“That, um,” oh gods, how did she phrase it? “That trembling. What was that? Another vampire thing?”
He coughed. “Do you mean pleasure?”
Yes,she nodded, her eyes still shut.
“The orgasm?”
“Orgasm?” she parroted back.
“Oh gods,” his voice was a dark baritone. “You don’t know what an orgasm is?”
“I…” She shuddered and opened her eyes, her gaze locking on his molten silver irises.
“You’re saying not a single one of those bastards gave you an orgasm?”
“Sex has always been painful and unpleasant.”
“Painful? Do they not get you ready?”
