Surrendering(64)

“There is no such thing as vampire divorce.”

She grabbed his face in her hands and looked at him fiercely. “Yes, this is what I want. Stop asking me and just do it already, damn it!”

He laughed. “Who am I to deny my woman what she wants.”

He shifted his hips and thrust into her hard. A gasp escaped her lips; her head fell back on her shoulders. He began a slow punishing rhythm.

“Oh God, Dev. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“Nothing could make me, love.”

Her creamy, milky neck beckoned him. Her blood sang to him, practically calling his name. His teeth ached something fierce. He scattered hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down her neck, his teeth grazing, nipping, all the while his hips pumped, driving them both higher. With each kiss, nip and thrust, her moaning got louder. So did his.

He stopped at her carotid and sucked hard, drawing a low moan from her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He gently pierced her silken skin quickly with his sharpened teeth and at his first pull of the world’s sweetest nectar, Kate’s hands flung to hold his head to her, as she broke apart in his arms, chanting, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.”

He had never tasted anything sweeter. Her blood was an aphrodisiac and in ten lifetimes, he’d never have enough.





Chapter 39





Kate





Kate had never felt anything like the pleasure currently coursing through her body. She even felt like she could feel Dev’s pleasure, which of course couldn’t be possible. Reality had vanished and she was floating outside of herself. Dev’s bite, while fleetingly painful, was the most pleasurable thing she had ever experienced. With each mouthful of blood he took from her body, her pleasure ratcheted up another impossible notch.

She never wanted this to end. She was officially an addict to the pleasure Dev could deliver.

She vaguely realized that he had sped up his thrusts to a frenzied pace, his fingers digging into her hips, and she felt another rush of euphoric pleasure as he stiffened and released his seed inside of her. He withdrew his fangs from her neck, crying out her name. Every cell in her body felt like a live wire. The feel of his tongue across her sensitive skin when he licked the wound was intensely erotic and she wanted his tongue on her entire body from head to toe, like he said he promised earlier.

They were both still breathing hard and he held her tight, whispering in her ear, but everything sounded like Charlie Brown’s mother at the moment…wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.

They stayed fused together for an indeterminable amount of time, and she was finally coming back into herself, when she felt him twitch inside her. His cock was still as hard as granite and he was beginning to slowly, ever so slightly, rock his hips back and forth. He was insatiable and she loved every minute of it.

Abruptly a hunger hit her that was so painful, so severe, so undeniable, she knew it would mean certain death—her death—without Dev’s blood running through veins. She actually felt her incisors lengthen in anticipation.

She felt desperate. She felt terrified.

She felt empowered.

She was still sitting on Dev’s lap, his head buried in her neck. Going on what she could only later describe as instinct, she grabbed his hair with one hand and yanked his head backward and to the side, barely registering the surprised look on his face before she sank her teeth into his neck.

With the first drop of blood that passed her lips, she felt rapture like she’d never known. She knew this would be her life’s sustenance. Everything became clearer, sharper, crisper.

She felt strong.

Powerful.

Invincible.

Dev moaned in pleasure. He shifted their positions, so he was lying on his back and she riding his stiff cock. He held her head tightly to his neck with one hand and her hips in place with the other, as he ruthlessly thrust upwards into her wet, slick body.

“Christ, Kate,” he growled. He barely sounded human. Well…he wasn’t, was he?

Their pleasure mingled until she didn’t know where hers ended and his began. As they quickly fell over the precipice again together, their shared orgasm shattered them into a billion pieces. She had never known such ecstasy or eroticism even existed.

She felt a sharp tug on her scalp and heard Dev tell her to stop.

“Stop, baby. You’ve had enough.”

No. She didn’t want to stop. But as she was taking another pull, he grabbed her head with both hands and pulled more forcefully, extracting her teeth from his neck.

“Lick the puncture closed, my love.”

She had a single-minded focus. Blood. As she started back down toward his neck, he stopped her, forcing her to look at him.

“Kate, that’s enough. Lick the wound shut, love. Okay?” Her mind was in a haze. She heard him talking, heard the words he said, but the only thing that mattered in that moment was getting the sustenance that was being denied her. She was like a babe to her mother’s breast.