Page 80 of To Ashes and Dust
His eyes fell to my breast, a sinful, crooked grin tugging at his lips. His tongue passed lazily over one of his fangs, and my heart leapt at the sight. “I like the sight of my mark on you.”
I followed his gaze to the two small punctures on my breast, encircled by red and purple skin. My body quivered, air escaping my grasp as the rippling sensation continued to radiate through my body. He was wicked, unleashed, and I wanted him, wanted him to do all the things he promised and more. His hand slipped around my back to unclasp my bra before pulling it down my arms and tossing it aside. I braced myself against the dresser, knees shaking under my weight as the effects of the feeding left me high. He licked his lips, and his eyes met mine once more, fire burning in them. Did he know how badly I wanted him?
As if to answer the question lingering on my lips, he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my arms over his broad shoulders, capturing his lips with mine, and he groaned against my mouth. The coppery taste of my blood lingered on his tongue, and it sent my heart into a frenzy as he carried me toward the bed.
The mattress dipped as he lowered me down, and he released me to pull his shirt over his head. His pants hung low on his hips, the swell of his arousal pressed firmly against the zipper. I wanted to touch him, to feel every part of him under my fingertips.
I rose onto my elbows to gaze at him. My eyes fell over his chest, his muscles taut, veins popping across his hands and forearms. I pushed myself up to reach out, running my fingers along the grooves of his stomach, over his pectorals. His heart raced beneath my palm, matching mine with each beat. His eyes tracked my movements, but when I met his gaze, I thought he might devour me at any moment—
And, God, did I want it.
My lips curved into a grin as I watched the way my touch made him react, every twitch of his muscles, every shudder. He was stunningly beautiful, as if he were sculpted by the finest artist, and he was mine. Something bloomed in my chest at the thought, and he shuddered at that very moment.
My hands slid down to unclasp the button of his pants, and I lowered the zipper at a painfully slow pace, holding his gaze. His burning eyes remained fixed on me, his chest expanding and contracting in fluid motions as he restrained himself. I took hold of the waist of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. I swallowed at the sight of him, thick and free, begging to be touched.
His scent filled the room, flooding my lungs with that musky aroma of cedarwood and leather I loved so much. He kicked his pants off and pushed me back onto my elbows. His hand planted firmly on either side of me, he leaned down until his face was inches from my own. His lips curved into a crooked grin. “I like that look in your eyes.”
His weight shifted, his face lingering inches from my own as he watched me. He clasped his hand over my breast and brushed his thumb over the sensitive peak, drawing a shudder from me. “But I love the way you look when I make you come even more.”
He released my breast to slide his hand down, finger grazing my sternum, and I shivered. Lower and lower, he traced over my stomach until his finger hooked into the top of my jeans. He pulled my hips forward, and his lips were on mine, devouring me as I drowned in the taste of him. Coppery and sweet, salty and sinful. His tongue danced over mine, and I slid my tongue against one of his fangs.
His body jerked, a groan spilling from his throat, and I wondered if he felt that, wondered just how sensitive his fangs might be. He undid the button of my jeans and broke the kiss to nuzzle against my neck as he pulled them off me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, his knee pressed into the bed beside me, his hard length hot against my thigh.
“You keep doing things like that with your tongue, and I won’t be able to resist sinking myself so deep inside you we both forget our names,” he growled against my lips.
Desire spun inside me, writhing and coiling, begging for more. I parted my lips to make a smart remark, but the words fell short on my tongue—a moan slipping from my throat as his finger slid up my center through my underwear.
“What was that?” he asked, that wicked grin returning as his eyes roamed my face.
Before I could respond, he did it again, and he dipped down to take my breast between his lips, his finger stroking torturously against that throbbing bundle of nerves. His name burst from my lips, and my head fell back as he teased the sensitive peaks of my breast with his tongue and teeth.
He lifted his face to me as he continued the wicked rhythm between my legs, relishing in the expressions he elicited. It was all I could do not to come undone when he slipped two fingers past my underwear, plunging them deep inside me. My back arched, hands grabbing onto his arms as my body bucked. His other hand grasped the back of my neck as he held my gaze.
I pushed myself against him, kissing him deeply, tension winding and building as I grew closer to that edge. My lips parted against his as I moaned once more, his thrusts deep, momentum building and building.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said against my lips as he withdrew his fingers, leaving me teetering on that precarious edge. He lifted those two fingers and drew them between his lips. I inhaled deeply as a low rumble ripped from his throat at the taste of me on his tongue.
Something snaked up my legs, and my eyes fell. Shadows. They rose, brushing over my calves and thighs until they reached my hips. Like hands, they glided up my stomach.
“Another of your talents?” I breathed, smiling at him, and I shuddered as that shadowy hand grasped my breast.
His heated gaze met mine. “I have many.”
Need shot through me as he sank to his knees before me, pulling my underwear off and throwing them to the side before spreading my thighs apart. He dipped his head to drag his tongue up my center. My back bowed as I gasped his name, and the shadowed hands braced me, one wrapping around the back of my neck, supporting me. My gaze fell to him, ready to beg for that release laying just out of my reach, the tension too much for me to bear any longer.
His arm slipped under my thigh, my legs resting on his shoulders as his arm wound around my lower back, keeping me upright. His eyes lifted to me, glazed with hunger as he whispered. “Spread for me.”
I couldn’t think straight, my legs tense and twitching. When I didn’t move, the shadows snaked up my legs, misty hands grabbing my thighs and spreading them apart. His head dipped low, tongue passing up my center. My body buckled, head falling back, and I cried out as the rippling effects of the feeding sent a wave of ecstasy rolling through me.
“Gods, you taste heavenly,mea luna,” he whispered against my throbbing flesh.
“Not as good as you feel,”I breathed as I gazed drunkenly down at him.
He groaned against the sensitive place he worshipped, those intense eyes locked onto mine, and with the next flick of his tongue, he thrust two fingers into me once more. My body spasmed as a wave of pleasure surged through me, overwhelming and glorious. He continued in slow, deep thrusts, pleasure building and building as he licked and teased me, pulling me back to the edge of the abyss. Just as the tension coiled tighter and tighter, just as I thought I was about to find that release I was so desperate for, he sank his fangs into the inside of my thigh.
I cried out his name, body spasming as the orgasm shot through me. The shadows quivered against my skin, their grip slipping. Every muscle locked up and released as he drew from me. My toes curled, and he moaned against my skin as he drank deeply, drawing me into him. He didn’t stop, continuing to drink, dragging out the wave of pleasure until my body writhed against him.
He lifted his face from my thigh. Remnants of my blood lingered on his lips, and he licked the rich liquid lazily, basking in the flavor. He leaned into me and, God, he was beautiful, those embers in his ashen eyes burning intensely.
