“Come kiss it better.” Sera crooked her finger.
He shook his head and it dawned on her that when he said he was afraid of hurting her, this was what he meant. He didn’t want to draw blood because doing so would push him towards the edge of an abyss, and falling into it meant succumbing to his bloodlust.
“You tasted my blood on the stage.” She frowned, trying to figure out the rules he had set for himself when it came to blood.
“An accident. I shouldn’t have. It was dangerous.”
“You can control it when you only take a little though?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yes, but the temptation to draw more, Sera... I wanted to sink my fangs into you when we were together on the stage... I still want to now.”
Sweet, sweet mercy, that sounded delicious. She wanted that too but the pained edge to his eyes said not to ask it of him because he wouldn’t give in to such a request. He was protecting her. Sera couldn’t be angry with him for that. She didn’t want to push him over the edge just to satisfy some personal itch to feel his fangs in her, taking her blood and opening a connection between them. The risk was too great.
The cut on her earlobe had already stopped bleeding thanks to her healing ability.
“What if I bit you?” she said and he groaned low and deeply, a feral hungry sound edged with pain, as though she was both arousing and tormenting him by suggesting such a thing. She wanted to know the boundaries so she couldn’t accidentally cross them. “You’re not the only one who gets an urge to bite when we’re together.”
“Sera,” he groaned her name, hot and husky, sending a flash of fire through her blood. She wanted to hear him say it that way as he kissed every inch of her, as he plunged his hard cock into her body and joined them as one.
“Can I bite you, Antoine?” Sera gathered her courage, overcame her nerves and ventured a step towards him. “I had a little taste too, remember? I want more.”
“Sera.” His eyes darkened, pupils eating up his irises. What remained of the blue gradually turned red and then the black circles of his pupils began to contract and lengthen, turning elliptical. His fangs emerged, pressing against his lips as he spoke. “I do not think I could keep control of my bloodlust if you did.”
“It isn’t bloodlust that makes you want to bite me, Antoine,” she whispered and stepped up to him, tilting her head back to hold his crimson gaze as it bore into her, hungry and intent. “It’s passion... desire. If it were bloodlust, you would want to bite me all the time.”
“I do.” Two dangerous words that came out rough and hard from between his teeth.
“No, you only want to bite me when you think about fucking me.”
He growled and his hands shot to her waist, dragging her into his granite-hard body. His mouth captured hers, rough and dominant, and she melted into him, loving just how possessive and fierce she made him. She pushed her hands up his strong arms, delighting in the contours of his muscles that exuded power and filled her mind with images of him using it on her in bed, and tunnelled her fingers into the shorter hair at the back of his head. He moaned with the first rake of her nails over his scalp and shuddered with the second.
Sera broke the kiss and moved her mouth to his neck before he could capture her lips again. She pressed her tongue into the vein and Antoine clutched her, pulling her hard against him, his fingertips sharp painful points against her hips.
“Don’t,” he whispered and he might have sounded more convincing had his right hand not left her waist and tangled into her blonde hair, pinning her mouth to his throat.
He wanted this as much as she did. There was nothing more sacred to a vampire than blood, and giving it to or taking it from another vampire was one of the most erotic, profound experiences they could have.
Sera’s fangs extended and she gave his neck one more swift lick so he had time to prepare himself and then sank them deep into him.
Antoine growled, the feral noise carrying an intoxicating cocktail of desire, bliss, hunger and danger.
She released his neck, covered the twin puncture wounds with her mouth and sucked. Antoine shivered and moaned again, his hands tightening against her. The first touch of his blood on her tongue lit up her mind like fireworks. The moment she swallowed, the whole world expanded, stretching into infinity and leaving her lost, a slave to the incredible feel of connecting with Antoine’s mind through his blood. Strength flowed into her veins, carried by the heady and divine ambrosia she was greedily sucking down. Heavens. This man had the most powerful drug in the world flowing in his veins.
Her knees weakened.