Page 9 of Vampires Don't Give Hickeys
I laid my books down, scanning the titles of the new ones. “The Power of Dreams,” I read. “You think my dreams are important?”
“Depends on what you dream about,” he said, pulling that one off the stack.
I sealed my lips on a smile, my cheeks flaming. My dreams last night had been off the charts, starring three vampires in vibrant detail, but I didn’t think he needed to know about that.
“Sunshine,” Eddie purred, and it sounded as though he was repeating it.
“Huh?”
“Your dreams. What are they about?”
I licked my lips, and Eddie tracked the movement as if my mouth were his prey. Flashes of my dreams sparked in my head, lowering a powerful heat between my thighs. Skin, naked and hot, and biting with fangs, marking me as theirs, all three of them, and round after round of satisfying sex, so much that I thought I would burn up from the inside out. I gripped the armrests of the chair, trying to control my increasingly erratic breaths.
“Just...you know...” I swallowed. “Normal stuff.”
Eddie’s chest heaved against his suit jacket. A red preternatural glow ignited around his irises, and the twin points of fangs peeked from behind his full lips. “Sunshine,” he growled, “your desire smell is through the roof.”
“Would you like to do something about that?” I blinked hard as soon as the words had flown out of my mouth, stunned at my own brazenness, but I meant every word. I shoved my chair back and around, then looped my foot around the leg of his chair, and just like he’d done last night, I scooted him out to face me.
“Yes,” he said, his voice as sinful as any demon’s. “Yes, I would.” He dropped to his knees in front of me and nudged my thighs open as he drew closer, his gaze alight with fiery hunger. His fingertips curled over the waistband of my yoga pants and underwear. “Can you promise me something?”
Raw need coursed through my body. I lifted my hips slightly and shifted toward him so my panties rubbed against my suddenly very wet folds. I pushed my lips together to stifle a moan while slick heat gathered at my center until it throbbed. “Anything.”
“I need you to keep your hands on the armrests. No touching me. Can you do that for me, Sunshine?” He rolled the fabric of my yoga pants and panties down my thighs, my aching pussy now on full display, and I didn’t even care.
“I promise.” I wanted him so much it shocked the air from my lungs and wetted the leather underneath my bare ass. To save time, I threw off my T-shirt and sports bra while he finishing ridding me of my pants until I sat there completely nude. His for the taking, and I sure hoped he would. Then, without question, I clasped my fingers around the armrests.
His gaze traveled down the length of me, tightening and igniting everything inside me all over again.
“Belle.” My name was an awed whisper and a sinful promise coming off his lips.
I spread my legs wider in invitation, craving his touch as much as my next stuttered breath. With his heated gaze locked on mine, he ghosted his hands up my thighs, his fingertips barely touching. Then when his mouth was just inches from mine, he gripped my hips hard and hauled them to the edge of my seat. My back hit the headrest, knocking the wind out of me, but air didn’t seem to matter all that much when Eddie dipped his head between my knees.
He pressed feather light kisses up my inner thigh. When he drew closer to my center, his kisses became harder with an intoxicating mix of tongue and fangs. My hips rolled toward him involuntarily. My blood stirred faster, spiking the throb in my pussy to almost painful. I moaned and gripped the arms of the chair to anchor myself to it while he kissed his way to my soaked center.
He flicked his gaze to mine, his eyes like twin flames, ready to consume. His lips were so close to my folds that his next words vibrated inside me. “Do you taste as good as you smell?”
“Please,” I begged. “Taste me and find out.”
With a wicked grin, he gripped my hips tighter and flicked out his tongue. The first stroke along my slit nearly lifted me out of the chair. I cried out his name, but the rest of my words tangled up when his tongue stroked me, tasting me. He groaned, and the low rumble slid into me, too, plucking every nerve until they turned into livewires.
My body buzzed under his expert touch. I’d never felt anything like this before—my craving or his worshipping. My hips rocked forward into his face to meet his tongue’s thrusts. I wanted to sink my hands into his wild, silky hair and twine them at the back of his head to hold him there for an eternity, but somehow I behaved myself.
He freed one hand from my hips and dropped it below the edge of the chair where I couldn’t see. A zipper sounded, and I tried to lift my head from the back of the chair to see what he was packing between his legs. But then he slid two fingers inside of me, and my thoughts scrambled. While his hand worked inside me, he kissed his way to my clit and flicked it with his tongue so it swelled even more.
I held to the armrests tighter, my hips bucking.
“You’re so wet, Belle.” He slid his hand out and dipped it between his legs. “And you taste like a goddess.”
He groaned as the muscles in one arm bunched and flexed, his mouth never leaving me, and it didn’t take a genius to know what he was doing to himself. I sat up as much as I could to watch him. His long, thick cock glistened with the wetness he’d taken from me. His fist slid along his shaft in quick pumps while his hips rode the air. What a fucking turn-on.
“You can bite me, Eddie,” I said between pants.
Something dangerous flickered behind his eyes when he glanced up at me. “Only after you come.”
I was close, so close to tipping over the edge. Eddie seemed to feel it, too, because he lavished his attention on my clit, stroking and sucking it, building up my orgasm to explode to every part of my body.
Seconds later, it did. My whole body clenched. Blood roared through my veins. Eddie tasted me through it while he continued to stroke himself. Then he pulled his head away from me, his fangs on display, and sank them into the inner part of my upper thigh. I cried out at the sensual shock as his teeth pierced my skin. My body still buzzed with the aftereffects of my orgasm, and his bite stretched it out longer.
