Page 98 of Taste of Forever
With a groan I lowered, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and lifted. Her legs went around my waist in a snug hold as I turned us toward the bed. I dropped forward, letting her back hit the soft mattress. I slapped one hand down to not crush her under my weight as I followed. The impact broke apart our kiss and when I dove again, it was for her neck.
Heather’s moan of surprise and pleasure filled the room, her arms and legs tightening around me as my fangs sank in. My lips sealed to her skin as I drank, relishing in her taste as it quenched me, fulfilled me. She was heady and potent, pure magic pouring down my throat. Still, I forced myself to break away before I felt full. There were many, many more places I wanted to drink from and we were just getting started.
“No, don’t stop.” Heather writhed underneath me, her lush body pressing into me as I licked the puncture wounds to seal them closed.
“I’m not stopping.” I grabbed her hands from around my back and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. Her forearm tattoo was visible in the dim light. I’d have to remember to refresh the lilies next to the bed when we were done.
In the meantime, I used my fangs to make a small tear in the neckline of her shirt. Then I used my free hand to rip the shirt completely down the middle. Heather gasped but there was no fear in her eyes. Her breasts were barely contained in the simple cotton bra and they hypnotized me like a swinging pendulum.
“Fuck, look at you.”
My free hand took all the liberties, running over her with reverence. The bra cups were thin, her nipples poking through and making my mouth water.
“Hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen,” I groaned, palming and pinching over the fabric while she made sexy little moansand squeaks. “And you were stupid enough to let her slip through your fingers, Justin.”
I didn’t intend to say his name, but it felt natural. It didn’t fill me with rage. On the contrary, I felt utterly calm and in control. This scenario was my fantasy, my little universe. And damn, did it feel good to imagine him sitting in the corner, stewing in his humiliation while I touched the woman that used to be his.
Heather barely reacted to hearing his name. She focused fully on me, back arching, plush lips parted and eyes pleading for me to do more, to touch her again. I gripped her waist and leaned down again, nuzzling her soft skin before tearing my fangs through the straining fabric holding the bra cups together.
The ruined bra fell away with one jerk of my head, releasing the most gorgeous, luscious breasts I’d ever seen. I forgot all about restraining Heather’s wrists and swept both hands over her chest, bringing her dark nipples to stiff points. Perfect for my mouth.
My tongue and fangs dragged over her flesh, eliciting shivers and more soft sounds from her. I touched the tip of one fang to her nipple and earned a soft gasp. But a bite right there would be far more pain than pleasure, so I pulled the sensitive tip with my fingers while my mouth sucked and licked, on the hunt for a perfect spot.
The inside curve of her left breast called to me, her heartbeat like a drum summoning my bite. I didn’t warn her, I just struck. Heather’s short scream became a low moan, hips rolling against me as her nails dug into the back of my neck.
I made sure to keep the bite shallow and again, fed only briefly. But this time, I didn’t seal the puncture wounds when I pulled away. Blood welled at the two points before traveling down her chest to stomach in two thin rivulets. I was ready, tongue flat to her skin as I licked up one trail and then the other.
“I could cover you in your own blood just to taste every inch of your skin,” I groaned, kissing her sternum.
“Fuck.” Heather’s head pressed back, her throat column long and sexy.
“Do you like me drinking from you?” I rolled both of her breasts in my hands, fingers closing at the tips and pulling.
“Yes,” she cried. “But you’re doing it so quickly that I can’t come.”
I grinned against her stomach. “You’ll earn your orgasm soon, blood mate.”
More blood made a lazy trail down her body and I lapped it up, dragging my lips and tongue indulgently over her skin like she was a decadent piece of fruit. The wounds on her chest were already clotting, so I made my way further down her body.
I kissed her bellybutton and lower stomach while positioning her thighs over my shoulders. Heather’s hands were in my hair, scratching my scalp and tugging at the strands. With my fangs and hands I made quick work of her soft lounge pants, tearing apart the seam down the middle. Her panties were a simple cotton like her bra, and they were already soaked.
“Fucking Temkra, this is everything.” The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug, every bit as potent and luscious as her blood.
I pressed my mouth against her pussy and sucked at the damp fabric of her underwear. A jolt rolled through Heather, her hips bucking into my face.
“Laith!” she cried out, fingers curling in my hair.
“Heather,” I moaned against her flesh. “I want to die right here. Fucking face down and drowning in you.”
Every fiber of my being wanted to move that scrap of fabric to the side and taste her properly, but there was more I wanted to do here. I had to pace myself.
I turned my head and kissed her inner thigh, then did the same to her opposite leg. Alternating between each leg, I ramped up the intensity with every kiss—sucking harder and scraping my fangs against her sensitive flesh until she was shivering and squirming.
“Such a good, beautiful blood mate,” I murmured before my next pair of kisses. “Letting me feast on her body like this. I think she’s earned an orgasm.”
“Yes,” Heather panted. “Please!”
“Watch and learn, Justin. Maybe you’ll learn something about pleasing a woman.” I grinned, nuzzling the erotic pulse in her femoral artery. “Not that you’ll ever be in the same league as a vampire.”
