Kiss Before Dying(9)

He growled as he drew on my pierced flesh, fingers rough as they slid beneath my thighs and cupped my ass. I brought my hand to my mouth to muffle any cries before they escaped. Sebastian’s bites had always been kind and gentle. They had never beenquitelike this. Pain and pleasure consumed me. As much as I adored the tenderness of his lips, I also craved the harshness of his teeth buried in my skin.

I wanted them both—needed them both.

“What’s happening?” I thrashed as he held me in place, aching for something I didn’t understand, driven by the dull throb in my abdomen that spread through my torso.

Sebastian licked my thigh to seal the punctures. Then he moved, coming to the apex of my thighs. Taking his time, he licked in small laps, driving me mad, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Please,” I begged, gyrating my hips. “Please.”

He slid his tongue between my folds, bringing his hand around. His fingers invaded my tight center, forcing the snug walls to part. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I climaxed—something that never should have been possible, considering. Everything was hypersensitive. Sounds, scents, feelings, sensations—everything was magnified. As the crest arrived and my body exploded, I lost the ability to formulate words. The bed supported me as I shattered, shaking and trembling, arching my back.

“Bastian,” I croaked and sagged weakly into the pillows, unable to move and gasping for breath.

My lover appeared above me, palmed the back of my head and brought my face to his chest. “You must feed. Drink from me, love. Take what you need.”

I almost asked how such a thing was possible when I felt my incisors lengthen, growing sharp against my lower lip. He pressed my mouth to his throat and held me.

“Drink, beloved. Take from me.”

My nostrils flared, going wide. I could smell his blood. The most delicious of aromas. It sang to me, enticing me to sink my teeth within and gorge until my fangs no longer ached.

“Drink.” He sounded impatient, his voice nearly breaking with emotion. “You can’t know how long I’ve waited. No other but brides are permitted to pierce the veins of a vampire. Taste me. Bring me into your body. Deliver yourself into my keeping. Claim me, love. Give yourself to me.”

My lips came back instinctually, baring the razor-sharp edges of my teeth. I followed the path of my nose and allowed it to guide me. Drawing out the moment, I scraped the sensitive tips of my fangs against his flesh until I could no longer bear it. His skin made a soft pop as my teeth broke through, the vein beneath giving way as a gush of warmth splashed against my tongue. The instant I pulled the liquid into my mouth everything went warm. I basked in waves of comfort, love and security.

“Katja,” Sebastian sighed lovingly, playing with strands of my hair just as I did when he fed. “My love. My bride.”

With each swallow my body grew stronger. Lethargy evaporated, replaced with a strength and fortitude I had never known. I drank deeply, savoring blood that was as rich as the finest Bordeaux.

Sebastian finally interrupted me. “Not too much. I don’t want you to be ill. We have unfinished business.”

I closed the tiny holes with my tongue and lapped at his skin. Sebastian said the gesture was a vampire display of affection. When I opened my eyes and lifted my head I truly saw my love for the first time. He was beautiful, a god among men. His skin was so fair it seemed to glow.

“I love you,” I said without thinking, caressing his face.

“And I love you,” he mirrored the sentiment hoarsely, “for eternity, Katja.”

He shifted me and I spread my legs to straddle him, bringing my feet around and behind his waist. Using one arm to lift myself, I took his cock into my free hand and guided him to the pulsing outer lips of my sex. Fisting himself, he fed the wide head into my core inch by slow inch.

“So good.” He leaned down to kiss me, his tongue trailing along my bottom lip. “I knew you’d be like this. I’ve dreamed about this moment so many nights. It’s been hell keeping my hands to myself.”

“I never knew it could be like this,” I said, pressing down on his shaft, shivering with the anticipation of cradling him inside my body.

He pulled away to gaze lovingly into my eyes. “It’s not. Believe me. It’s only going to get better. It’s ingrained in our kind, to ensure we always remain with those we have chosen to share our life. As the time passes your pleasure will grow. We’ll share everything with each another—life, love, blood and pleasure.”

As I settled on his hips, his cock buried deep inside my pussy, I imagined us a hundred years from now. I’d never even considered this would be the outcome of my actions. But here I was, claimed for eternity by the only man I had loved, and ever would love.