Fashionably Dead Down Under(65)

“For the moment,” he replied huskily and watched me through hooded eyes.
I released him from his jeans and boxer briefs and came face to face with one of the most gorgeous parts of his body. I eyed the monster with delight and anticipation. A slow heat coiled in my lower abdomen as I put my lips on the head of his cock. His hissed reaction and muttered curses made me want to make him lose his mind—the same way he made me lose mine.
I used my tongue to make him slippery and took my sweet time easing him to the back of my throat. The pool of moisture between my legs made me squirm, and his groan as I took him deep in my mouth made me tingle all over.
“Astrid, stop,” he said gruffly. “If you don’t it will be all over before we begin.”
“But you’re a Vampyre,” I teased. “You can go for days.”
“This is true, but the first time I come tonight will be inside you.”
In less than a second, he had me beneath him on the bed. I shrieked in protest and he pinned my arms over my head. His half smirk sent my girlie parts into fits and I wriggled beneath him for all I was worth.
“Tonight I will make you scream,” he threatened. His fangs gleamed and his eyes were wild. “I will own you in every way a man can own a woman. Do you understand?”
“You already do,” I gasped, more excited than I thought possible.
“No.” He chuckled. “But I will.”
I had no clue what he meant, but I didn’t care. I would willingly give him whatever he desired—over and over again. His lips latched onto my breast and he sucked my tender nipple into his mouth with a harsh pull. My back arched and my hips bucked. When he sank his fangs into the soft flesh I cried out in pain mixed with intense pleasure. He brought me to the point where the two meshed and were indistinguishable. With my hands suddenly free, I raked my nails down his back. His muffled chuckle at my breast made me see stars.
I was on the verge of an orgasm and he hadn’t even moved from my breast.
“Ethan, I’m going to come,” I gasped.
“Be my guest,” he said as he divided his attention between both breasts.
And I did.
Colors blew through my brain behind my closed lids and a scream tore from my lips. My body grew hot and everything clenched, drawing out the pleasure. It didn’t matter where we were, he was my home and he always would be.
“I need to be inside you.” His hands grasped my wrists again and forced them over my head. I opened my legs to welcome him, but he spread them wider with his knees. Keeping my arms pinned with one hand he stroked himself and watched all the expressions flitting across my flushed face. “Do you want to be fucked?” he asked in a strained voice. The veins on his neck stood out and my fangs descended. My voice was raw from my screams and I searched for sound as he waited. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I croaked through my raw throat.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” He grinned and stroked himself with more force.
“Please,” I begged. “Please.”
“Please what?”
God, he was a bitch, but he knew how to crank all my buttons. Undulating beneath him, I tried to press the issue, but his restraint was massive.
“Please fuck me,” I whimpered. Everything felt swollen and needy and I want him to take me, to relieve me, to fuck me until I couldn’t make a sound.
“Not quite yet,” he said as he lowered his head between my legs. I gasped and tensed as I felt his fangs nip at my clit.
“Ethan, I . . . ” I started, but his tongue took over and words left me.
“Shhhh, don’t think. Just feel,” he purred and the rumble of his voice on my sex made me shudder. My hips rocked and I tangled my hands in his thick blond hair to pull him closer. His fingers dug into my thighs as his mouth did magic things.
His hands left my thighs, grasped my ass and raised me off the bed, giving him more open and vulnerable access to the parts of my body he was plundering. His fingers slid between the cheeks of my ass, pausing at the area I fondly called no man’s land. The pressure of his insistent fingers on the area he knew was off limits made me struggle helplessly as he held me tighter. Trying to get away from his fingers but closer to his mouth was impossible.
“Ethan, don’t,” I said.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, glancing up at me with those damn eyes.
“Um no, but I . . . well.”
“How about this,” he suggested in a tone laced with sex. “I can promise you that I will make you feel so good you will pass out screaming. You can’t stop me unless it hurts. Hurts in a way that you don’t like,” he added with a smile on his face I was tempted to smack off.#p#分页标题#e#