The Last True Vampire(115)

A scream erupted from her lips as she came. Deeper, more intense, than the last orgasm, this one didn’t simply shatter her; it ripped her apart. Something pulsed not just from her core outward but also from her soul outward. A ripple that disrupted the time and space of her tiny universe. “Harder! More! Don’t stop!” The words seemed incomprehensible, tumbling from her lips in a desperate rush. She had no idea if her commands were in regards to his bite or the way he was fucking her, but it occurred to Claire that they were one and the same. An act of love, of their bond, and one would never occur without the other.

Her hips bucked as the orgasm continued to crest over her, wave after violent wave until Claire was shaking and her breath came in desperate, shuddering gasps. Mikhail disengaged from her throat with a roar and Claire’s focus was drawn to his throat. Oh, god. If she didn’t sink her fangs into that flesh, if she didn’t taste him, now, she’d lose her mind.#p#分页标题#e#

She struck with the speed of a cobra, instinct guiding her as she latched on to the flesh that concealed the throbbing vein. The skin popped and a rush of sweet warmth cascaded over her tongue. Claire had never tasted anything so good as Mikhail’s blood. His chest heaved with labored breath and Mikhail thrust harder, filling and stretching every inch of her pussy as he fucked her with wild abandon. Like an animal. Just how she wanted him.

She swallowed and the scratchy heat abated in her throat, a fire quenched in an instant. Even after the intensity of her orgasm, Claire felt a satiation that at once completed her and made her greedy for more. Another long pull brought with it another mouthful of the sweet nectar and Claire swallowed it down eagerly. No wonder Mikhail craved her blood like an alcoholic jonesing for his next drink. If there was anything she could ever become addicted to it was this. Him.

Mikhail’s thrusts picked up in pace, his body jerking in a disjointed rhythm. Claire kept her jaws locked firmly around his throat, one hand wound tightly in his hair and the other gripped so tightly to his shoulder that her nails penetrated the skin. A tremor shook his body and he called out as he came, jet after heated jet filling Claire, flooding her body with a radiant warmth that turned her muscles to mush.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever. Claire continued to drink from his vein, each deep suck matching the pulse of his cock inside of her. Claire’s body grew heavy, her mind fuzzy. The hand at his shoulder fell limply to her side, and the one in his hair released its hold. The only things keeping her upright were Mikhail’s palms cupping her ass.

He brought himself down from the moment slowly. Pulling almost completely out before sliding with languid ease as he sank back in. Claire was boneless. Thoughtless. A being without form or substance. A gossamer thing floating through a vast universe until she was slowly pulled back into orbit.

Tethered. To Mikhail Aristov. Her mate.

He pulled out completely and a sense of loss and emptiness opened up inside of her. She rolled her scored tongue over the punctures in his throat, the way he had done to her, and she felt them close with every gentle pass. Claire wobbled on her feet as he set her down and Mikhail steadied her. His expression was soft, full of unspoken emotion, as he leaned in toward her.

“Mine.” The word rumbled in his chest and vibrated over her skin.

No truer words had ever been spoken. Emotion swelled in Claire’s chest and rose as a lump in her throat. She reached up, cupped his cheek in her hand. “Mine,” she repeated, feeling the truth of the word in the root of her soul.

Not another word was spoken between them. There was no need for any. Mikhail washed her, lathering her body with a bar of soap, his large palms working her body into a state of relaxation that made Claire wonder how she was still upright. He washed her hair, easing his fingers through its length as he maneuvered her under the spray, combing out the tangles as he rinsed it. She returned the favor, taking her time as she acquainted herself with every swell of muscle, every straight line and curve, as she used her sudsy hands to map his body, committing each detail to memory.

The water began to cool by the time they were both squeaky-clean. Claire had never had a more decadent shower, and the bathroom had officially become her favorite room in Mikhail’s thousands of square feet of living space. He toweled her off and draped a fluffy terry-cloth robe over her shoulders. Claire quirked a brow as she slipped her arms into the soft fabric, cinching the belt tight around her waist.

“Did you just have this lying around?” she asked with a sly smile.

“I sent Alex out for a few things,” he murmured, placing a light kiss on her lips. “We’ll go out shopping together soon. When things have settled. Whatever you need. Want. It’s yours.”#p#分页标题#e#