Kiss Before Dying(6)

The explicit statement worked me up, got me hotter. Another orgasm built, threading through my muscles, burning under my skin. I started panting as the promise of pure bliss neared, wanting it so badly that I thrust into his hand and tightened the walls of my pussy around his fingers. I could feel the pulsating tingles beginning, bristling and rippling under my skin.

When he spread his fingers and massaged the tight inner walls, it was over.

“Bastian,” I groaned, throwing back my head, crying out as my body erupted. A release even more powerful than the first overcame me. The combination of his lips and hand were too much, bringing on levels of pleasure I never knew existed. This time when I came down from the cloud of bliss I remained lax on the pillows, breathing quickly.

Nothing had ever felt so incredible—nothing.

“So good,” Sebastian purred, removing his fingers then placing them in his mouth and licking them clean. “I could get spoiled by the taste of you on my tongue, Arianna.”

I watched through weighted lids as he slid up my body, licking a path from my bellybutton to my throat. This was what it all came down to—the consummation. Once he claimed me, and just before he came to orgasm, he would give me my kiss—the bite that would ultimately end my life.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured as if sensing my thoughts, pressing his lips against each of my hardened nipples. “I promise there will be no pain.”

“I know,” I whispered, bringing my hands to his broad shoulders. I knew Sebastian would never hurt anyone unless it was deserved. It was his way—one of the many reasons I had fallen in love with him.

His hand came between our bodies and he fisted his cock. He slid the round head over my drenched labia, carefully working his way past the wet folds. The tip slid past the crease and lodged in the mouth of my pussy. I whimpered, wanting more, knowing he’d give it to me. He lowered his head and kissed me as he thrust his hips. Each tiny plunge sent him deeper, bringing us closer together.

He brought his hands down, caressed my rib cage and then grasped my hips with determined hands. He pulled back, removed his cock from the heat of my body and waited until he was nearly unsheathed before driving forward in a smooth, firm stroke. My strangled cry was caught in his mouth. It hurt but felt so good, so much better than I’d imagined. He stopped, remaining utterly still, gazing down at me.

As I adjusted to the feel of him he kissed me again and rolled my nipples between his fingers. He brought his hand around, pinched the peaks and soothed the sting with tender, featherlight flutters. Each motion of his tongue and hands sent electricity soaring over my skin. Soon any pain was long forgotten.

Finally. Even if the cost is high, I have him.

He’s mine.

“Arianna,” he rasped, “I was wrong. You feel better than heaven. You’re so tight and hot around me. It’s a most pleasurable kind of torture.”

I gasped in ecstasy when he moved, thrusting his hips, guiding me to meet his thrusts. The feel of his long, hard shaft moving in and out of my pussy was nothing short of extraordinary. With each joining, I knew I had made the right decision.

I never could have known Sebastian like this—just like this—otherwise.

Perfect.

Our friendship came first, then my love for the vampire, but neither of those emotions matched the intimacy I felt at our bodies being connected so closely together. We were one, beginning and ending, a key turned in the perfect lock. I gazed into his face and wished for a moment that I could remove my mask and reveal myself. Instead I communicated my love for him through my eyes and motions, rising up to meet each of his steady plunges. He moved his hand down to my sex. I gasped as he fingered the swollen nub in the front. Unbelievably, I felt my body respond and clench, orgasm almost at hand.

“Bastian.” I sighed his name as I neared climax, writhing against him. I wanted to extend the moment but my body wasn’t willing to wait. He brought out emotions and sensations in me I’d imagined but never fully understood. It was worth it. No cost too high. No sacrifice too significant.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, rising onto his elbows to watch my eyes and mouth as I came. “So damn beautiful, Arianna.”

The world shifted and evaporated into nothing, leaving me soaring. My muscles flexed, spun so tight I worried they might snap. My throat became dry as I tried to scream but made no sound. I knew my kiss was at hand. The time had come. Instead of fear, there was only acceptance.

Mine. Finally. After all this time.

I felt his teeth pierce my throat as I climaxed, scoring my skin cleanly. His fangs sank deep, penetrating my vein. Euphoria mingled with the deep draws at my throat. Within seconds weakness overcame me and I drooped against the bed. My breaths turned shallow, harder and harder to take. He trembled, arms shaking. Jets of come erupted inside me, semen pumping into my sex. His arms wrapped around my back, surrounding me as he drained my life’s blood.