So, she did.
She laced one hand behind him, pulling him to her. Threading the other through his hair, she kissed his neck.
He groaned, and the sound was all the encouragement she needed.
Brynleigh drew back her lips, and without a moment’s hesitation, she sank her fangs into his throat.
At the first taste of Ryker’s blood, Brynleigh knew she was done for.
How had she lived without this before? He tasted like a storm. Crisp and dark and powerful. With each sip, she drowned in his essence. There was a depth to his blood that she’d never experienced.
Thiswas heaven. It was little wonder that vampires of old had spent their lives defending their right to Sources and drinking from the vein. This was addicting.
Brynleigh had never done anything so enjoyable in her entire life.
And then Rykermoaned. The sound was pure pleasure as it slipped from his lips.
“I want you,” he murmured.
In response, she parted her legs.
He sank into her heat with ease as she drank from him. She took him to the hilt, and both of them stilled. Pleasure, unlike anything she had ever known, ran through her. It was almost too much, drinking from him while he was sheathed within her.
Had she thought she was in heaven before?
She’d been mistaken.
Brynleigh had never known true pleasure. Not until that very moment. Nothing in the world could top this; nothing could make her feel better than she did right now.
A strangled groan came from above her. “Gods, you feel so fucking good.”
Good was an understatement. This waseverything.
Brynleigh couldn’t respond, not with her fangs in his neck, but she lifted her hips in encouragement for him to move.
He did exactly that.
Ryker had already proven himself to be a skilled lover, not that she’d ever doubted his abilities, but this…
He didn’t just make love to her.
Heravishedher.
With his head thrown back and hands digging into the mattress oneither side of her, he gave her everything he had. His cock slammed into her with each thrust.
More, more, more, until it was almost too much.
She pulled her fangs from his throat, licking the small trail of blood, as her head fell back on a gasp.
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods.” She could barely breathe, barely think, barely do anything except feel.
His mouth fused to hers. This embrace was a searing claim as his tongue parted her lips. He didn’t just kiss her.
He devoured her.
He matched each gasp, each moan, each nearly incoherent plea that slipped from her lips with one of his own.
Their sweat-slicked bodies moved as one as they drove each other nearer to the edge of oblivion.