Page 17 of Vampires Don't Give Hickeys
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he growled.
“Me too.” I took steps closer to the bed, pulled by the invisible livewire between us.
“Do you remember what happened before you got here?”
“Yes.” Though it seemed like a lifetime ago. “I’ll tell you everything, but first I need...” I reached for his foot but then flinched back at the last second. He didn’t like to be touched, and I wanted to respect that. The last thing I wanted to do was make him uncomfortable. “Eddie, I don’t—”
“Stop, Sunshine. Stop thinking and get under this sheet with me,” he said, his voice commanding. “I’ll make the rest very easy.” The last part sounded like a promise wrapped in a divine, sparkly bow.
Well, when he put it like that, I wasn’t about to argue.
I crawled on top of the bed and stalked next to his long, lean body on all fours, careful not to touch. He watched me through his glasses, and something about the look he gave me guaranteed a sleepless night I would never forget. I grinned as I curled up next to him on the pillows, still not touching but close enough to feel the chill emanating from his skin. It felt amazing next to my raging heat.
He carefully closed his book on a bookmark and laid it and his laptop on the nightstand. “What you’re feeling is the blood link, an ecstatic high when you drink blood from another. I felt it when I drank yours, and now you’re feeling it from mine.”
“Is it supposed to make you horny? Hornier, I mean?” Because let’s be honest, in this house, I was in a constant state of arousal. I glanced down at the massive bulge under Eddie’s sheet. “Or are you just happy to see me?”
“I’m happy to see youalive.” He slid out from the sheet and stood, a perfect column of muscle and flesh, his ass a sculpted thing of beauty. “And yes, it does make you horny, but it will fade. Some.” He turned, his lips twitching, and his fingers wrapped around his hard cock and stroked. “The blood link makes me feel what you feel, more so when you’re near me.”
“Then you know how badly I need you.” I licked my lips as he continued stroking, unable to look away, and my hips rocked forward involuntarily to the rhythm of his quickening fist.
His gaze lit me on fire as he swept it from my head to my toes, lingering to put an extra burn on my breasts and writhing hips. “I need you, too, Sunshine. Spread eagle. Right now.”
I moaned at the raw edge in his voice and fisted my hands into the sheets as I assumed the position so I wouldn’t launch myself at him. After saving my life, respecting his no-touching rule was the very least I could do for him.
He opened one of the drawers in the nightstand and pulled out a bundle of black silk. At first I thought it was a nightgown, but it fell apart when it landed on the bed next to me. Not a nightgown. Black silk scarves. He took one between his hands and started toward my right foot and the bedpost. It felt delightfully chilly as he slipped it underneath my ankle, and I shivered at the roll of goose bumps up my skin.
He watched me through his glasses and the messy tumble of his hair as he tied my foot to the post. “You mind telling me what happened out there tonight?”
“Yes. I mind.” I couldn’t do that now, not when my body demanded something else entirely. When the time was right, I would.
He didn’t say anything else as he quickly bound my other leg and arms. When he was finished, he crawled toward my spread thighs with his tongue braced against his upper lip, his eyes never leaving mine until he ducked between my knees. His lips brushed against my skin, softly kissing his way toward my center, and when he kissed my most sensitive flesh, he pressed harder, flicking out his tongue to lick and suck in short bursts.
I groaned, my body spasming and tugging on my binds, but he’d tied them tight. Then he groaned, thrumming the vibration of his voice straight to my nipples. They hardened painfully, but I soon forgot all about them as his mouth and tongue worked magic.
Then, he pulled back and kissed his way up my body until his arms were posted by my shoulders. With eyes like liquid heat, he lowered his hips to my pelvis, nudging me with the tip of his cock.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” I said, smiling, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure he’d been talking to me.
He thrust forward and sank deep inside of me. We moaned together, mine a breathless plea, his a guttural, animal sound. He dropped his head almost to my chest as his whole body twitched, not coming, just...feeling me for a second, and I had to wonder—was this his first time with actual penetration? No, that couldn’t be. He was too fucking hot, and had incredible skill with that tongue of his. And yet... Actual penetration meant full-body contact. Our first night together, he’d jerked himself off while he’d gone down on me. Still amazing, but this...this was different on so many levels. The intense arousal, the binds to keep me from touching him. If I was right, then that meant I was his first, and damn, that made me feel like I was the most special person ever.
He confirmed it when he lifted his head, his fangs lengthened and red eyes full of wonder, as he began to pound into me.
“Eddie...” I smiled up at him, my chest warming with the permanent home I’d just put there for him.
Something shifted between our locked gazes, reaching beyond lust to a real awareness of each other, and it was powered by trust, which must’ve been exactly what he needed from me. He crushed his lips to mine, retracting his fangs a nibble too late, and fucked me into oblivion. His hands were everywhere, exactly where I needed them, rolling over my aching nipples, wrapping around my hips to drive him in deeper. His chest pressed against mine, so close that he had to feel his trust in me thudding back to him with every beat of my heart. I wished I could hold him to me, but we’d get to that when he was ready.
Now, he was thrusting me toward another explosive orgasm. I broke the kiss with a cry, shuddering at the pressure about to unravel. Eddie groaned into my neck, pumping into me even faster.
“Come with me,” I said.
The muscles inside of me began to contract, and I pressed myself against him so he could feel every bit of my body shatter around his cock. I came, hard, and I took him with me.
He bellowed his release, fangs bared, his wild blond hair a just-fucked, sexy mess. My beautiful vampire Eddie.
We rode our orgasms until we were both spent, and then he flopped down on top of me careful not to crush me, and pressed his lips to my neck. We were molded together as one, his body fitting over mine and inside me, perfectly. I tugged on the binds in a futile attempt to wrap him closer, but he seemed content as he was, so long as he was in control of the touching. Whatever he needed, I would give it to him, but again I wondered why. Was it some kind of past trauma? My heart squeezed for him if that were the case. I hated the idea of my Eddie suffering in any way.
