The Last True Vampire(114)

Stiff, wet, warm. Soft. Gentle and then forceful. He plunged his tongue into her channel before flicking out at her clit. Soon he fell into a rhythm, teasing her, bringing her close to the edge before pulling back, making only enough contact to give her pleasure. Not enough to bring the release she craved.

“Bite me, Mikhail. Now.”

She couldn’t wait another second. Refused to. He angled his head into her inner thigh and sank both pairs of fangs deep into her flesh while he worked her sensitive knot of nerves with the blunt pad of his thumb. Claire came in a violent spasm that sent her back arching away from the shower wall. Her ankles hooked between his shoulder blades, she sobbed her pleasure as one shock wave after the next broke her completely apart. Mikhail sucked greedily at her thigh and a surge of pure power infused every pore, every cell, every inch of her. The orgasm ebbed, the waves merely ripples now, but the power she felt through her bond with Mikhail left her breathless and shaking.

She now truly understood the depth and scope of their tether.

Her soul knew his. She’d scoffed at how quickly he could claim to love her, but now that she was turned she felt everything with so much more intensity. She recognized emotions in an entirely different way. Her human brain wasn’t weeding through logic anymore, trying to justify things that didn’t need justification. Now she was running on instinct. Could she love the man holding her?

Absolutely.

Water droplets clung to Mikhail’s skin. Claire watched with fascination, her new keen eyesight picking up on the minute changes as the tiny drops grew fatter, heavier, before they released their hold on his skin and ran in tiny rivulets over the dips and hills of sculpted muscle. She looked down at him, combing her fingers through the wet locks of his hair as his tongue passed over the two sets of punctures his fangs had opened in her thigh. The skin tightened as the wounds closed and he lingered, kissing, licking, nipping at her sensitive flesh. Savoring her in the way she’d savored him only moments before.#p#分页标题#e#

Claire never wanted this moment to end.

That delicious scent of his arousal billowed around her in the steam and she swung her legs from around his shoulders as he lowered her to his waist. An almost imperceptible tremor shook Mikhail, vibrating into Claire. “What is it?” she murmured close to his ear. His scent changed, an almost citrus tang.

“You’re changed. But not.” Mikhail’s large hand encircled her waist, holding her secure as he pulled back to study her. Silver chased across his gaze and his brow furrowed. “Your scent, your taste … your blood. It’s the same. You were drained, Claire.” His voice hitched. “Gregor bled you dry. I fed you from my vein, replenished what you’d lost. You’ve fed from others and yet…” The furrow in his brow cut deeper as the words died on his tongue.

“Should I taste differently now?” She laughed. “Smell like a vampire, maybe?”

“Yes,” he said on an emphatic breath. “Claire, you are—”

“A freak?” she ventured with a smile. “Such a screwup that I can’t even turn into a vampire correctly?

“You are extraordinary.”

The heat in his gaze sent a thrill of excitement through her. His mouth claimed hers, hungry and demanding. Desperate. Claire returned his ardor, her lips slanting over his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet, urgent tangle. He rolled his hips as he pushed down on hers, impaling her on his cock in a forceful thrust. Claire gasped, the intensity of sensation stealing her breath as the satiny glide of his rigid sex caressed her inner walls.

Sex had never felt so damned good.

This was beyond good. Surpassing emotion and sensation that Claire could form words for. Mikhail pulled out, thrust hard and deep, and a primal growl worked its way up his throat. But he was still too restrained for what she needed.

“Don’t hold back.” She fisted his hair, rolled her hips into his. “You never have to with me.”

Her words sparked something in him and Mikhail’s lips pulled back to reveal the vicious points of his fangs. He pressed her hard against the tiled wall, his fingers biting into her ass as he picked up his pace, fucking into her as though his very life depended on each desperate thrust. Claire’s eyes drifted shut for a blissful moment before Mikhail’s hand wound in the length of her hair. He jerked her head to the side, and she opened her eyes to find his gaze locked on the elongated column of her throat.

“What are you waiting for?” she panted. He pounded furiously into her, knocking her back against the shower wall. A snarl tore from his throat moments before he buried his fangs into her flesh. The sting of his bite coupled with the powerful suction sent a euphoric rush chasing through Claire’s veins.