Page 29 of A Heart Of Bitter Poison
I launch off the bed and knock into him with every ounce of strength I’ve got. It’s like hitting a brick wall, but I’ve still got enough power to topple us both to the floor. Ashen falls on his back and I land with reclaimed vampiric grace to straddle him. His hands are still up in that dumbass, placating gesture. It makes me want to cut them off and chuck them across the room. He’s a Reaper, for fucksakes. He could kill me faster than I could blink. Well, almost. Maybe not today. But trying to mollify me is just pissing me off even more.
Ashen’s eyes dart down to my body again and I look down at myself, realizing that I’m fully naked. It’s either really convenient, or grounds for murder.
I sit back on Ashen, glaring down at the Reaper who looks like a man standing at a crossroads without a map. He swallows again. The movement is delicious and I’m feeling ravenous for anything carnal.
My eyes follow the pattern of the tattoos on his neck that dive beneath his collar. They make a slow procession down the buttons of his perfectly pressed black shirt, then back up the markings on one of his arms. I follow the lines of muscle beneath his sleeve. My gaze stalks across his shoulder, up his throat, along the angle of his jaw and cheekbone. When I meet his eyes again, the dim spark of a flame grows brighter within his pupils.
His arousal stiffens beneath me. He knows I feel it. I can see it in his eyes, that look of desire so overwhelming that it hurts, burning you from within. Our gazes fuse together, connected by an unbreakable chain. My heart rams into its bone cage.
We move in the same instant. One second I’m glaring down at Ashen, the next I’m wrapped in his arms, consumed by his kiss. I grip his hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other and draw him into me. His hands press into my flesh as they flow across my back.
The kiss is feral. Bruising. Vicious with need. We devour one another. I tear his shirt open and the buttons ping and scatter across the floor. He sheds it like snake scales. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and scrape my fangs across the delicate skin, drawing a thin thread of blood into my mouth. It’s a match that lights a fuse.
Ferocious desire detonates in my veins and I dig my fingernails into his back. I smirk when I feel him tense and lean into the pain. The tone of my breathy laugh is husky and dark. It’s like smoke in a room filled with shadows and dim light. It doesn’t sound like me at all. But I like it. I dig my nails in deeper and Ashen growls, lifting us from the floor, kissing me harder, his need matching mine one heartbeat to the next.
Ashen throws me down onto the bed and I give him a sinister smile as I run the tip of my tongue across the blood gathered beneath the nail of my index finger. Sparks ignite in his eyes as he climbs on top of me. He’s all predator, stalking up my body, his gaze soldered to mine and his expression ravenous. He hovers over me and my smile grows wider, darker. I lay my finger on my tongue and wrap my lips around it, sucking the last of his blood from my skin. He watches for a moment, transfixed.
And then he descends.
Ashen bites my neck where it connects with my shoulder, clamping down hard. I let out a squeak but I want more, I want it harder. I clutch his hair and keep his mouth on my skin as his bruising grip covers my thighs in fingerprints that will heal far too quickly.
The Reaper releases my neck to press a line of searing kisses down the center of my chest and onto the soft skin of one breast as he palms the other. He draws my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak as he pinches the other between his fingers. I writhe and he pins me with his free hand, pressing down hard on my stomach. His leg traps one of my thighs. My other curls across his back like a vice. I keep squirming until he bites down and pulls, scraping my skin when he lets go.
I hiss and release my leg from across Ashen’s body and aim to knee him in the head. He catches my thigh. I glare at him and a wicked grin flashes across his face. I want to eat him alive for it.
“Now, now, vampire,” he purrs, pushing my leg down so it exposes the seam of my body. “Play nice.”
Fuck nice. I want to playdirty.
I grab Ashen’s nape and pull his lips to mine. I rake my nails down his spine to feel him shiver beneath my touch. I break our kiss to suck on the skin of his throat, teasing him with the threat of my fangs. I drag them across his neck until they slice his skin and blood drips into my mouth.
Ashen pulls away and gives me a dark, dangerous laugh as he pushes my shoulders into the mattress. He sits back on his heels and burns me with a sinful smile.
“I said,” he growls, hooking a hand behind one of my knees and then the other, “play nice.”
In a swift and seamless motion, Ashen spreads my thighs apart in his grasp and lifts me to his mouth. He feasts on my flesh. He sucks and licks and kisses and devours. He growls and sends vibrations into my core. He pushes my legs open further and bruises my skin with his grip.
“You have the sweetest taste,” he says when he breaks away to press kisses across the inside of my thigh. He lays one of my legs over his shoulder and pushes a finger between my folds, then another, working them in a slow but powerful motion, hooking them with every stroke like he’s beckoning me to come closer. I moan as my nerves catch fire with his touch. He kisses his way back to my center. “I love to hear the sounds you make, vampire. Almost as much love your delicious, perfect little pussy,” he says before his mouth descends to feast on my flesh.
He continues his ministrations, slowing whenever he feels me tighten around his fingers, sucking and biting to hear me moan. I make nearly every sound except a word. Ashen takes me right to the edge and then denies me, time after time until I smash my fist against the bed and growl with frustration. He has the audacity to laugh right into my pussy and it drives me nearly mad with desire. But he does what I want, what I need. He pumps his fingers and rolls his tongue over my clit until I come in a blinding, star-filled orgasm, grinding against his face.
My breath is still coursing past the residual burn of my throat in rapid inhalations when Ashen climbs my body with kisses and bites. He presses his lips to mine and I taste my arousal on his tongue. As the kiss deepens, I feel the silken tip of his erection press to my folds. But he waits. He waits for my invitation. And for a long moment, I deny him. He doesn’t grow impatient. He takes the time to explore my body. My mouth with his tongue. My flesh with his hands. He maps every muscle and ridge of bone that he can until I’m ready to let him in.
And when I do, it doesn’t slake the need I have for him. He fills me with his length and I only want more. My flesh stretches around his girth with each stroke and I can’t get enough. Every thrust brings a starburst explosion of pleasure but there’s still a galaxy to explore. Ashen breaks our kiss and frames my face with his hands as he pushes deeper into me. “Ni mina titaan ina zae darisam,” he whispers, a quiet and gentle confession.I want to live in this heaven within you forever.
But I don’t want confessions that pull taut the wire wrapped around my heart. I don’t want words that sound like love. I want truth. And the only true thing right now is what I feel in my flesh and breath and bones.
I hook my leg across Ashen’s back and flip us over in a swift motion without ever breaking our connection. I push his chest down with my palms and dig my nails into his skin, watching with predatory interest as he closes his eyes and absorbs both pleasure and pain.
I spread my legs wider and roll my hips, taking him as deep as he’ll go, working his erection as he palms my breasts. My arousal colors the air with its scent. Sweat slicks the muscles beneath my hands. I chase my orgasm to a cliff edge and dive into the abyss, every muscle tightening and my back arching as I dig my nails deeper into Ashen’s skin. My core compresses around his erection and my pleasure detonates like a bomb.
When the waves of the orgasm subside, I pause to open my eyes and look down at Ashen, my chest heaving with deep breaths as he sweeps locks of hair back from my shoulder. I feel him pulse within me but he still hasn’t come. He’s watching me not with fire, but with longing. Something dark and distant that I’ve pulled from his depths.
I close my eyes, shutting him away. I roll my hips slowly and lean over him, bracing my hands above his shoulders by the pillow. The smell of blood drifts from the marks of my fingernails and I lean down to kiss one of the crimson crescent moons.
I open my eyes and look down at my hands, my fingers as tense as tiger claws. I may be still changing, becoming something new. I may yet need to evolve.
But one thing I will always be is a vampire. Theoriginalvampire.
