Page 143 of Vampires of Eden
“Alexander, I didn’t do anything.” Daniel lifts himself from me. I can’t even look at him. This is awful.
I exhale a weighted breath. “You don’t need to do anything. Just—give me a minute, okay? Just a couple minutes, please.” Rubbing my palms against my face, I have to calm down. I can do this.
Daniel surprises me when his fingers wrap around my wrist and pull one hand from my face. Startled, I look at him in the over-warm silence. He smiles lazily as he leans on his elbow at my side. “You are the sweetest creature that I have ever known.”
“You mean the most idiotic.”
“No, I don’t.” He reaches and pulls my other hand away, then cups my cheek so that I meet his eyes. “Do I excite you this much?”
I scoff. “You have to ask?”
Daniel leans and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “You make it too easy for me, Rabbit. I’m willing to work much, much harder for it.” He kisses me again and his fingers trail and dance across my chest. My nipples and stomach. Daniel plays my body as if I were the keys of a grand piano. As if I’m a sensual melody that he wants to practice and know.
Within a couple minutes of his tongue teasing my lips and his fingers exploring my lower half, the warmth of arousal tingles in my back and groin once more. Taking a deep breath, I pull up from the kiss, then roll and cradle his body in my arms so that he gently tumbles onto his spine.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat that’s knowingly stoked a new fire, Daniel reaches, blindly takes hold of the pillow near his head and lifts his hips to settle it beneath his ass and lower back. He draws his knees up so that the angle of him is perfect.
I am utterly focused this time. The air is like static against the naked skin of my back and shoulders, warm and encouraging as I lift, then settle the tip of my cock back into his heat.
I’m expecting resistance to the intrusion. Some natural, physical protest. But there is none as I slowly, gradually push inside. Daniel moans, long and low from deep within his throat as he runs his fingers into my hair. The feel of his body is truly hypnotic. Like pushing into a thick and heavy whipped cream.
His body melts into mine and mine into his. I kiss him tenderly while I rock my cock into him and he writhes and breathes. With each thrust of my hips, Daniel exhales a soft sob with his lips parted. He makes it easy for me to catch his tongue and suck—bruising and worshipping his mouth and body with all of my affection.
I can do this.
Daniel lifts his chin, stretching his neck and closing his eyesand his breathing is shallow. I slow my pace and caress one hand along his side. Tracing the line of his body down to his waist and hip. I adjust, pushing into him deeper as I take hold of his thigh and lift it into me. He arches and exhales another sob of pleasure from the tighter contact—from the tip of my cock hitting a good spot within him. He seems like he’s enjoying this, but I want to know for sure.
I bend, then whisper against his lips. “Danny?”
His eyes are still closed. His beautiful neck is elongated and the length of his hair is splayed across my pillow. He breathes. “Yes?”
Exhaling to keep control of my lower half, I brush the corner of his mouth with a kiss. “Is this good for you? Tell me how to make you come.” I press my lips to his again, then raise my head, waiting as I stay tightly woven inside of him.
Daniel opens his eyes. It could be a trick of the silver light, but they look glassy.
“Feed,” he whispers, then raises his chin in offering.
I fed from him this morning, so I’m surprised by this request. What about his health? If I take too much, will it hurt him? Who does he even feed from?—
“Rabbit,” he says, drawing my attention back to his gaze. He reaches up, tracing my lips with his fingers before tucking one into my mouth. He touches my withdrawn incisors.
“Please. I’m alright. I promise.”
It takes nothing to will my fangs outward, because of course I want to taste him again. It’s an honor that he lets me do this. All of this.
I take hold of his wrist, then kiss his open palm before I thread my fingers with his. He relaxes as I draw his arm up over his head. With his hand clasped in mine, I rock my hips once for good measure, hitting that same spot again and making him sob before I bite down into his neck.
The delicious swirl of his blood engulfs my palate and I sigh. I don’t pull hard because I don’t want to take too much. But as Ifeed, I revel in his intricate essence. The spiced, dark and sweet flavors. The bitterness with the laughter. The intelligence, patience, calm and compassion.
I love the complex scope of him. I love him. And I don’t hide this truth as it swells within my heart and mind.
Daniel’s inner muscles grip my shaft. His hand squeezes mine and he cries out in pleasure, loudly. He shudders beneath me as I feed and the sticky damp of his release spills warmly between us.
His body is even softer around my shaft as I pull up from his neck. Even more relaxed. Satiated. Thank God. I look and Daniel’s eyes are half closed as his chest rises and falls from shallow and exhausted breaths.
“Did I take too much?” I ask. “How do you feel?”
He slips his hand from mine, then brings both up to cup and hold my face. “Rabbit,come. Why haven’t you come yet?”
