Page 37 of Shift in the Blood
It thrilled me to the core, and woke my body from the stupor he’d left me in. “Let’s do something about it then.”
“But… but it hasn’t been ten minutes.” The look of confusion on his face is adorable.
Chapter Fourteen
Didier
Her eyes open wide then, and I can tell that whatever had her feeling all knocked out is gone. She’s bright-eyed, and looking me up and down. “I’m here naked and orgasmed, and there you sit with all your clothes on.” She shakes her head.
I slide off the bed and strip, not caring how fast vampire speed may look to human eyes.
Clara smiles the smile of women everywhere, the smile of a woman who has been well loved, who is loved. Who has more to give. “What do you want?”
“I want you.” I spoke in a growl, no hesitation in my words. “I want you now.”
She scooted back up the bed, and then spread her legs, and held out her arms. “Come here, then.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. The scent of her arousal, and then her orgasm. The way she felt under my hands, the way her body moved because of what I did—I’d had to work at controlling my own release. My cock was rock hard, aching. Honestly, I wasn’t sure our relationship would ever reach this point, and the fact that I was with her now still seemed not quite real. “We don’t have to rush this.”
“We have a lot of time.” Her words are immediate. “I want to feel you now. I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.” Her voice drops. “I want you to bite me.”
I didn’t think it was possible to get harder, to want her more, but I do. “I think you’re going to be the death of me long before I’m the death of you.”
“What a way to go.” Her words come out in a purr. “Why are you still so far away?”
Settling myself between her legs, I nudge my cock against her opening. It’s still wet, and slick and I groan. How can one woman be so enticing?
My heart is beating so hard I worry it might burst from my chest. Then I smile. It’s beating like this because hers is beating the same way.
I’m doing this to her. For her. It’s because she’s here. With me.
Slowly, mostly because I don’t want to embarrass myself like a green boy, I push my cock inside of her. She arches her hips toward me, her head falling back and her eyes closing.
Her neck is exposed to me. I can see the vein beating, the blood thrumming through her body, and I smell the scent of her blood along with everything else.
I’m going to die. After all these years, I’m going to die and I’m going to Hell and I’m going to pay for everything bad I’ve ever done because I’ll die before I finish making love to this amazing, beautiful woman.
That will be my Hell.
Her hands slide down my sides to anchor themselves along my buttocks, and her legs come up mine, pulling me deeper within her.
I grunt at the shift.
“Oh, god.” Her words are the barest whisper.
They are like an aphrodisiac to me.
I drive into her slowly, wanting to feel every inch of her. Then out, almost all the way out, and back in once more.
Clara arches toward me again, her hands and feet urging me onward.
Perhaps. In a minute. For the moment, I won’t be denied. I’ve been dreaming of being with her.
I move slowly in and out of her, ignoring her hands and feet, and then something snaps, and I move faster.
“Yes.” Her word is a breath, a prayer. A gratitude spoken aloud.
It makes me want to consume her. I move even faster, feeling her get wetter, our bodies become slick with sweat.
