“Will I hurt you?” she asks in the most innocent voice I’ve ever heard.
A laugh rips from me. “No, Aurora,” I answer. “You can’t hurt me.”
Relief pools from her as she wets her lips. “Will you make me see something else?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Maybe?”
I nod, unable to speak as I grip my power. It’s natural to slip into her mind. I spin an image of her drinking wine, holding it on the cusp of her reality. “You have to bite me first.”
She takes an encouraging breath and then presses her fangs into my skin.
It’s a good, clean bite. Her fangs sink into my flesh, and the small stab of pain makes my cock strain against my zipper. Fire floods my body, desire sharp enough to cut. I want to thrust off the chair, want to kiss her neck, her breasts, every inch of her. Want to tuck her underneath me and lick her into oblivion.
Fuck, theimage. I wrangle my power, sending her the vision, erasing her biting me and replacing it with her relaxing in bed, drinking from a wine glass.
She moans as my blood fills her mouth, her little sucks turning greedy as she takes mouthful after mouthful. Her grip on me tightens as she moves closer to me, her body slipping between my spread legs.
She smells good and looks even better with her mouth on me, my blood spilling into her. I’d give anything to have her mouth onmine. Give anything to have her under me, moaning because my cock fills her in every way she doesn’t realize she needs.
I’d take my time with her too. Lay her on the bed next to us, spread her out and worship every inch of her delicate skin. I wouldn’t bite her until I was deep inside her and she wasbeggingme to. I’d make her come on my tongue first, then my fingers, and only when I was certain she was primed for me would I slide into her heat, pumping into her until she was limp with pleasure?—
Aurora jerks back, eyes lust-hazed as she blinks a few times and looks up at me. My blood dribbles from the corner of her mouth, and I swear I might come from the sight.
“Saint,” she says my name with an edge of need to it. “You…you…”
Oh, fuck me.The vision I conjured for her shifted, revealing to her my fantasies where she’s the star.
“I’m sorry?—”
Aurora climbs into my lap so fast I can’t track it, and her mouth is on mine even faster. Instinct has my arms encircling her, drawing her flush against me.
Goddamn, she tastes like a dream. Her flavor mixed with my blood is intoxicating. She slips her tongue between my lips, demanding and needy. And fuck me if I don’t open for her. I can’t deny her.
She arches against me, her hands framing my face as she kisses me like she’s starved for me. Like my kiss is bringing herlife. I wrap my arms tight around her, relishing the feel of her against me. I take control of the kiss, sliding my fingers into her silken hair, tilting her head back to take her mouth at a better angle.
“Saint.” She says my name like a plea, and I’m helpless against her call.
Nothing has ever felt like this. This is fire, an inferno I want to burn in every single night for the rest of forever. This delicate, beautiful female is my world, my undoing, my everything. Her taste is my newest addiction, her little sighs my favorite sound.
I rub my tongue against hers before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. She trembles atop me, whimpering slightly when I do it again. That sound has my head emptying. There’s nothing else in existence beyond this kiss. Beyond this incredible creature who somehow trusts me enough to get this reckless with me.
Fuck. Thisisreckless.
I kiss her again, harder and longer, before jerking away.
“Aurora.”
Her breasts graze my chest, her eyes hooded, her fangs still punched out.
“You need more.” I turn my head, gently nudging her mouth toward my neck. “Take what you need from me.”
Her fangs sink into my neck without hesitation. Lightning crackles beneath my skin as she sucks my blood into her mouth. My cock is rock hard and pulsing in time with my heartbeat, her bite the best sensation in the world.
She rocks her hips over me as she sips from my neck, chasing that need. My hands fly to her hips, holding her there but not stopping her. She’s finally giving in to her instincts, and the last thing I want to do is deter her from them. And fuck me, Ijust want her to keep doing it. She feels so damn good rocking against me. The mere fabric separating us is the only thing stopping me from sinking into her and making her come so many times no one will ever be able to replace me.
“You’re doing so good.” The words wrench out of me, my entire body flexed against the instinct to take control. To slip my hands beneath her clothes and send her flying over the edge. She’s drinking from me with no help from my visions. She’s feeding because she needs to, because shewantsto, and I’m the lucky fuck she trusts enough to do it with.