Love Your Entity(78)
Ronan was waiting for her. “I realize a visit to a funeral home isn’t exactly a normal version of a romantic afternoon out,” he said.
“Hardly.”
“But we both know what’s going on here.” At her confused look, he said, “Sex.”
“Uh, I think I’d know if we were having sex right now. I would know that, wouldn’t I?” she asked with a nervous chew on her bottom lip.
“Yes, you’d definitely know. I meant we know where this is leading. So we may as well get started.”
“Just like that?”
“Given the power of the vampire curse, it may be difficult if not impossible to go slow the first time.”
“The first time? Do you mean—”
“That we’ll be doing this more than once. Yes.”
“Okay, then. I … uh … let’s get started. Where do you want me?”
“Just relax.”
Sure, because there’s nothing to be nervous about after all. It’s not like I’m about to have sex with a vampire to prevent my being turned into one.
Only then did Sierra notice that the utilitarian bed she’d slept on last night had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale—a four-poster bed with a filmy white canopy. It was the most romantic thing she’d ever seen.
She looked over her shoulder at Ronan. “Too dainty for you?”
“When I first got here I slept in a coffin,” he said.
“Ew.”
“I realize you’re only having sex with me so you won’t become a vampire.” His voice was curt.
“That’s not the only reason.”
“It’s not?”
“No. There are other factors, like the strong attraction between us.”
“Caused by the vampire bond.”
“It existed before that,” she admitted before saying, “Why do you want to have sex with me? Or is that a dumb question?”
“It kind of is.”
“Gee, thanks. So I could be just any female?”
“No.” He brushed his thumb over her lips. “You could never be ‘just’ anything. You’re you. Special.”
“Because I see ghosts?”
“For a hundred thousand reasons.”
“That many, huh?”
“I won’t have another death on my hands,” Ronan said gruffly. “I won’t have your blood on my hands. I want my hands on your breasts and on the rest of your body.”
“I want that too.”
“I won’t have Voz take you.” Ronan’s voice was fierce with the emotion he claimed he didn’t have. “He can’t take you if our bond is broken.”
She sat on the bed, because it was that or fall down. Even the sound of Ronan’s voice was making her go all jelly-kneed. She ran her hand along the bed linens. She’d always wondered what the softest sheets imaginable would feel like. Now she knew. She’d never actually wondered what having sex with a vampire would feel like but she was about to find out.
Wait, he was probably reading her thoughts right this second.
Don’t rip my nightgown.
“Then take it off,” he said.
“I just put it on.” She took his hand and placed it on her breast. “It feels so good.”
He ran his hand down her body, over her stomach, to her thigh and then to the juncture between her legs. She’d already removed her underwear. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her feminine mound while inching up the hem of her gown with his free hand.
The first brush of his thumb against her clitoris sent a spiral of sinful sensation into her womb. She moaned her pleasure. He whisked her nightgown off before lowering her onto the bed and continuing his darkly talented seduction. First he slid one finger into the welcoming slippery dampness of her vagina. Then he replaced his hands with his mouth and his tongue.
A swirl here, a lick there. His actions shot her to another level of bliss. The clench of her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave … after wave … after wave. She screamed his name and gripped his shoulders. Otherwise she thought she might fly off the bed—not from an enemy but from her response to Ronan.
She didn’t have to speak. He knew what gave her the most satisfaction and he repeated that move with a twist here and a nibble there. She’d never felt anything like this.
The physical bond was incredible but there was more. There was a sense of recognition. Of something missing suddenly found.
Then Ronan abruptly stood. It took him the blink of an eye to remove all his clothing and stand before her as magnificent and nude as he had been the first time she’d seen him. Only there was one difference. Now his sex was rampant with desire. He was clearly fully aroused and ready to go.