The Red Lily (Vampire Blood #2)(42)

He looped an arm under and around her thigh, clenching his fingers into her flesh and keeping her still. She stared down, unable to remove her gaze from his hungry expression.

"Do you need to feed?" she asked, knowing there was an artery in the thigh. Perhaps his urge was too strong to resist. "It's okay if you do."

The look he gave her was so primal, she could see his lineage, his vampire bloodline shining bright and primitive on his face. A shiver shot through her, that instinctive part of herself warning her she was in the presence of a fierce predator, that she should tread carefully lest she fall victim to the beast with his claws and teeth so close.



       
         
       
        

"Oh yes, sweetheart," he said, holding her gaze. "I intend to feed right here." He dipped his head low and licked his tongue between the folds of her sex in one long stroke.

"Ah!" She cried out, clenching her fists into the sheets, spots hazing her vision when he did it again. "Oh my God."

He stroked a finger up and down the swollen nub between her cleft, her body wet from want of him. "I've been called a lot of things, sweetheart. But never that."

He slid a long finger inside of her. Her brain hazed, unable to hold onto a coherent thought. His fingers did wonderful, wicked things that coiled her body into a tight ball. She rocked up, pressing his finger deeper, then he slid a second one inside, pumping in slow, shallow strokes. The sensation so foreign, so lovely, so intimate.

"That's it, my sweet." He thrust a little faster. She met his tempo, rocking her hips, chasing the mounting tension that rolled like an ocean wave gaining speed. He laved his tongue between her folds, his groan humming against her sensitive bud.

She threaded one hand into his hair, moaning as she pushed her pelvis up and pressed down on his head, shameless wanton that she was, grinding her sex against his mouth. He chuckled. The slick sounds of his mouth and his fingers working her higher and higher. She cupped her breasts and squeezed as she arched her back. He growled from below.

"Come for me," he commanded, then opened his mouth over her nub at the apex and flicked rapidly with his tongue, his lips clamping down.

Sienna screamed, every muscle from her neck to her toes flexing and freezing at once. Her inner walls clamped around his fingers, pulsing as fast as her racing heartbeat. For a moment, she could do nothing but stare at the vaulted ceiling, sucking in deep breaths.

She didn't know. Stars above, she didn't know it could feel like this. The attentions she'd given herself had never felt that good. In her dreams, it had never felt that good. But then, it wasn't him in the flesh. Not like now.

Nikolai removed his fingers, then placed a gentler open-mouthed kiss on her sex, licking slowly with the flat of his tongue. Sienna whimpered and scooted up the bed, far too sensitive there now.

He gazed up and grinned, licking his bottom lip before he sucked the two fingers he'd had inside of her with a long slide from his mouth. "I could taste you forever."

"My heart would give out in a day," she panted, incredulous he would do and say something so naughty. "Perhaps in an hour."

He chuckled and launched himself up and over her. "I like seeing that flush in your cheeks." He nipped her lips. "And hearing that smile in your voice."

She wondered how he could see anything, but then again, he was vampire. "Well, I like breathing." She panted heavily still. "So give me a moment to catch my breath." 

He settled beside her, pulled the covers over them, and wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her over till her head rested on his chest. "Take all the time you need."

His voice was light and airy, unlike his usual brooding self.

She tilted her head toward him. "You're happy with yourself, aren't you?"

"Quite."

"I've never experienced something like that before." She had no experience with men, but she thought she knew enough from watching farm animals. Apparently not.

"I am certainly glad to hear that," he said only slightly more serious. "If another man tried to do that to you, I'd have to rip out his tongue."

"You're very territorial."

"Very. Glad you've noted."

Strange how that act of intimacy had washed away the angst and tension from before. Then she realized that was exactly what he was trying to do. He'd wanted her pleasure alone, he'd said. He'd certainly gotten it.

"Is it always like that?" she asked, almost too shy, but enjoying the intimacy that had grown between them in the dark.