The Last True Vampire(89)
“If you’d shut up long enough to let me explain!” Claire’s eyes lit with an indignant spark and she clamped her jaw down tight. She let out a long sigh and knocked her head back against the wall with a frustrated groan. “You’re such a fool, Mikhail.”
His anger shattered with the sweet sorrow of her voice, the sight of her cheeks, flushed and warm, and the lush fullness of her lips that rested in a perpetual pout. Despite the anger that consumed them, the danger that pressed upon them, and despite the child down the hall and the male who might come between them, Mikhail’s need for Claire surpassed even common sense. He took her in his arms, kissing her, starved for the contact.
Claire cleaved to him, molding her body tight against his. He slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, and his fangs scraped against her bottom lip, coaxing drops of blood to the surface of her delicate skin. Mikhail groaned as the bloodlust held him in its grip, and he sank his fangs deeper into her bottom lip. The drops increased to four small trickles and he lapped at her mouth, ravenous as he kissed and fed from her.
“Oh, god, Mikhail.” Claire pulled away and clawed at his pants, tearing the button free before jerking down the zipper. “Take my throat. I want your bite.”
She was just as mindless with desire as he was and his cock jerked as she took it firmly in her grip. Like an animal he sank his fangs into the flesh that concealed her throbbing vein, and the bliss of feeding from her overtook him as the sweet nectar of Claire’s blood flowed freely over his tongue. Her back arched and she cried out as she stroked him from the base of his cock all the way up to the engorged head. With her free hand she shoved his pants down over his ass and dug her nails in as she squeezed his flesh. Mikhail pulled away with a low growl and laved the wounds he’d made. He stripped her shirt from her body and jerked the cups of her bra down off her breasts before burying his face against the satiny flesh.
“Yes!”
He sank his fangs into the swell of her breast and covered the pearled nipple with his mouth. Claire sobbed her pleasure and wound her fists into his hair as she held him against her. With a low growl Mikhail tore her bra away, discarding the fabric, and shoved the elastic waistband of her pants down over her ass as he suckled her. Her underwear came next and she kicked the restricting garments from her ankles. Mikhail cupped the globes of her ass in his palms and lifted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together as she thrust her hips toward him. A rich bloom of her floral scent swirled in his senses, the evidence of her arousal and need to couple with him as delicious and maddening as the blood he suckled from her breast.
“I need you to fuck me, Mikhail,” Claire said from between panting breaths. “Now.”
He pulled away without closing his bites. Blood trickled from the wounds, collecting at her nipple before forming a heavy crimson drop that he licked away with a flick of his tongue. Claire cried out, squirming in his grasp, and he watched again with fascination until another drop formed. This time he covered the stiff peak with his lips and sucked deeply.
“Oh, god.” Claire’s head thrashed from side to side as her hips undulated against him in a desperate frenzy. “Take me, Mikhail. Please.”
He took the heavy weight of his cock in his hand and guided it to her entrance. Her pussy was swollen, dripping with arousal, and he dragged the engorged head through her soaking lips. Claire let out a low moan and he repeated the action, lingering on her tight little clit. The sensation caused a shiver to ripple over him and Mikhail gnashed his teeth as he pressed into her with a forceful thrust.
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“Ohhhhh…” The sound slid from between Claire’s lips with her breath as she came. Mikhail thrust hard with every deep contraction, intensifying her pleasure until her body became limp and liquid in his embrace. A couple of weeks apart from him had felt like an eternity and their argument, his crazy demands—not to mention that he’d known she was pregnant—vanished under the instinctual urge to join her body with his.
Through the blinding assault of ecstasy Claire’s gaze found Mikhail. His eyes flashed with silver, locked on her breasts. She looked down at the rivulet of blood that ran over her breast and dripped off of her nipple and her body clenched with renewed passion. He was fixated, seemingly entranced by the sight of it, and his obsession only spurred Claire to a higher state of mindless need.
“I want to taste my blood on your tongue, Mikhail.” His eyes met hers, wide and wild. “Do it,” she urged as another wave of intense pleasure threated to crest and take her under.