Page 18 of Every Bite You Take
He gulped and concern flickered through his gaze. “How do you feel?” His voice sounded low and husky. He sat up beside me and searched my eyes.
I nodded, not sure I could find words. How he struggled against his darker instincts to focus on my well-being meant so much. I raised a trembling hand to stroke his chiseled jawline, his skin cool beneath my fingers.
“F-f-fine,” I stammered. “All the pain is gone.” I glanced at my leg, which showed no trace of the gash. “Thank you.” I swallowed. “I know it was difficult for you.”
We remained there, lost in each other’s eyes, as one heartbeat pounded into the next. My pulse raced as I stood on the edge with a vampire, who strangely made me feel safe around him. It would only take one tiny step to fall with him. This strange desire that pulsed through my veins entranced me. I’d never wanted to dance with danger like this ever before.
Temptation grew. Would a vacation fling with a vampire be so wrong?
“Damien?” I whispered. My gaze lowered to his lips—so perfectly sculpted. And his mouth, just moments ago swallowing my blood.
“Yes?” His voice sounded strained with need. Desire. Desire that reflected my desperate longing.
When I lifted my gaze to his once more, he was staring at my parted lips. When they met mine again, some of the redness had faded.
“I—I want you.” My voice sounded raspy.
We came together slowly, deliriously slow—until our lips brushed. Once we touched, whatever wall that remained between us tumbled down. Our mouths crashed as we desperately grasped for each other. Something primal ignited inside me as I reached for him, a powerful thrum flowing through my veins.
He growled against my lips before deepening the kiss and tangling his tongue with mine. The unmistakable tang of my blood sent a wave of forbidden desire through me.
Damien broke away just a centimeter. “Fuck, Kylie. I want you. So bad.” His voice sounded hoarse.
“Yes.” I pulled him closer to me, and we tumbled together onto his bed. He lowered his body over mine, and I traced my fingers over his shoulder blades and down his back.
His large hands roamed over my body, and I leaned into his touch, craving more. He bent down and kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. As he caressed my breasts, he let out a low groan against my lips. His hand moved down, down, edging along the hem of my dress, and then he slipped it under.
While he traced his fingers up my thighs, need burned inside me. I was on fire, yearning for more of him.
He broke away from my mouth. “Your skin is so hot,” he murmured. “So soft.”
Desperate to feel him, I reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. “I need to see you.” He pulled it off his body, revealing his smooth, pale skin. He was beautiful, his torso lean and muscular. I ran my hands over his hard chest and reached up to kiss him again.
While he claimed my mouth, I moaned gently, urging him to continue. I ran my hands down to his lower back.
He slid his hand over the edge of my panties and then paused, pulling back a centimeter. “Is this all right?”
“Yes,” I practically screamed out—anything to get him to continue.
He slipped his finger inside my panties and along my slit. I gasped, arching against him.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, his tone a dark rumble. He pushed a digit inside me and let out a low moan. “So ready.”
“I want you.” My voice was breathy with need.
Damien pulled his finger out and slid down my body, kissing and caressing as he descended. When he pulled my dress up higher, I lifted myself up enough to help pull it overhead. He kissed my shoulder and down along the top seam of my bra before unhooking it. Once he removed it and tossed it to the floor, I fell back on the bed, my hair spreading across his pillow.
His gaze raked over me. “You’re so beautiful.” He traced his index finger over my side and then followed it with kisses. He caressed one breast, teasing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before he covered it with his mouth. He took his time savoring each breast, and my desire surged as I longed to have him inside me.
He continued his descent, exploring my body. As he reached my inner thighs, he let out a hot breath that made me squirm. He inhaled and let out a rumbling growl. “And you smell so fucking good.”
He slid my panties down, and I arched up. My breath came hard as I waited, desperately waited.
And then his tongue was on me. I sank deeper into the bed with a relieved sigh.
As he tasted me, I couldn't speak. All I could do was lose myself in the sensations. He added a finger, and I moaned. I clenchedaround him as I craved his touch. He read my body perfectly, anticipating what I needed before I was even aware of it.
He brought me higher and higher. I reached for him, grasping at whatever I could touch, and ran my fingers through his hair. My upper body arched as he seized control. He applied more pressure and I broke. I unraveled with a cry as I crashed over him, losing all sense of time as I fell.
