Red Moon Secrets(40)

My head rests beside hers, giving me an opportunity to kiss all the way down her neck.  She pulls me closer, making it obvious what she craves—my bite.
A grin spreads over my lips as I continue to own her body while leisurely kissing her neck, denying her the erotic pain she desires.
"Please," she almost whimpers, making me groan with so many twisted fantasies running awry.
Her begging me to bleed her—it's every night stalker's dream come true.  My blue eyes have never died down, so there's no need to call on them.  My fangs, however, slip free, eager to draw her blood.  I salivate at the very thought of taking her this way—a way that proves her trust in me on so many levels.
What that does for me?  So damn much.
My fangs bear down on her soft, incredibly exquisite flesh, and she moans as her nails dig into my back.  When the skin breaks, too many wild sounds escape us both.  She pulls me closer, begging me to take more as I suck against the intoxicating wound.  She tastes like heaven each and every time.  I have to be careful.  Her blood is so damn addictive.  The blood of a creature goddess has to be so much stronger than a mere witch's.
I thrust in harder as I break free from the bite, lapping up each sweet drop of her blood that trickles down her neck.  I hear the wound closing, as I run my tongue over the last bit of her red stream.
A shot of hot pain mixed with ecstasy shocks me, and I look to my shoulder to see her fangs—her fangs—buried deep inside my flesh.  What the fuck?!  Her eyes burn blue as she drinks me in, making me feel as though I'm being rushed and choked by the strongest aphrodisiac there has ever been.
Seeing night stalker eyes on my beautiful witch is the hottest and most disturbing thing I've ever seen.  So many conflicting emotions run through me, drowning me with the incoherency of the voices inside my head.
She pulls back, smiling as she licks her lips.  Her sexy fangs scrape against her tongue, and I almost lose all my ability to hold myself up.  I rip her up and flip us, forcing her to take the lead on top, and then I revel in the way her hips start moving against mine the second she seizes control.
A droplet of my blood wavers on her lip just as she tosses her head back.   As her head falls back down into place, the blond strands start taking place of the dark ones—slowly weaving their way back into dominance.
She slows her rhythm, looking lost for a minute, but she jerks me to her, forcing me to sit up as our bodies start colliding again.  Chatter from outside the room becomes distracting, but my beautiful witch uses her powers to start the music, drowning everything out.
As a cry falls through her lips, I lose my restraint, climaxing with her as my name flows like a grateful prayer through her lips.  I kiss her hard, removing the last drop of my blood from her lip before she has time to dwell on what just happened.
She pants against my face and lets her forehead rest against mine when she's forced to break away from the kiss in order to breathe deeper.  I don't know what to say or do just yet.  I'm curious as to how much she even remembers.
"You okay?" I ask, worried.
Sweet sweat taints her blond hair, but when it was dark, it was completely dry.  Is she going immortal when she's like that?  It shouldn't be possible to flicker between the two.  Of course, it's hard to rule anything out with her.
"I...think so," she murmurs shakily, slowly finding a rhythm to her erratic breathing.  "I got sick at the widow mansion, and then I woke up here, in your arms, in the middle of that incredible sex.  I'm not complaining," she chuckles, "but how did we end up like this?"
Shit.  She has no clue.
"You sort of...um..."  How the hell do I tell her she just went goddess on Gage and then went missing for a while?
Her smile falls as realization sweeps in without me having to explain.  Tears water up in her eyes, and she shakes her head, doing her best not to fall apart.  I don't hesitate to pull her to the bed, wrapping her up in my protective embrace and kissing her hair.  I wish I could just make it all easier for her, somehow.
"What happened?" she says in a hoarse whisper, doing her best not to crack like glass.
"Short version?" I ask, hoping she'll accept it.
She nods and rolls over to bury her face in my chest, while wrapping her leg around my waist.  She's so precious like this—curled up in my arms.  I wish we could just disappear from the world—that we could stay this way forever, instead of worrying daily about what hell is going to break loose next.
With a quick breath, I highlight the events of the evening, making light of the situation, praying she won't start panicking the way she did last time.  A few tears spill down her cheeks as terror strikes her, but I kiss her quickly, reminding her I'm here for her.  She doesn't have to face this alone.