She takes my mouth with hers, kissing me harder before pulling back. “Tell me what you want.”
Heat streaks beneath my skin.
She goes still above me. “I want you,” she declares again. “But you haven’t said?—”
“I want you like my next breath, Aurora.” I grip her hips, dragging her heat over my length. “That doesn’t mean I’m not afraid I’ll hurt you if I lose control.” Anticipation flutters over her features, and desire drenches her scent. I growl again. “I say things that should frighten you and you blush?” I lift her slightly,gliding my hand over her thigh. “I bet if I touched you right now, you’d be slick for me. Wouldn’t you?” I skim the inside of her thigh, beneath her silk shorts.
A sigh flows past her lips. “Only one way to find out.” She rocks against my hand, sending it farther beneath her shorts.
“Fuck.Aurora.” My fingers glide against her heat. I curl my fingers, groaning as I feel how wet she is for me.
She trembles as I keep touching her, her palms flat against my chest as she moves against my hand, urging me to do more. “You see what you do to me?” she asks. “How you make me feel?”
I’m on fire watching her, relishing the way her mouth parts as I slide a finger inside her heat, then another, stretching her. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
She tilts her head back, moaning softly as I pump my fingers into her. “I’ve seen some of them in your dreams,” she says between little gasps. “I want to give you all of those dreams and more.”
Fuck me, this female will be my end. I know it.
I move my free hand along her body, touching every inch of her I can reach. Savoring every sigh, every pulse of her pussy around my fingers. “You’re so close.”
“Yes. Please.”
I shift, moving to capture her mouth as I pump my fingers into her faster, harder, reading the cues of her moans and body to give her exactly what she needs to fly.
“Saint!” My name is a cry on her lips as she clenches around my hand, fluttering as her orgasm rolls through her. Her fangs punch out, and I tilt my head, baring my neck as I gently remove my hand.
She inches toward me, fangs poised to strike. The anticipation sets me on fire. I’ve never wanted anyone to bite me so badly.
Aurora draws back, eyes hazed as she looks at me. I furrow my brow. She draws her silk tank top over her head, then stands to slide her shorts off, baring herself to me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She grins as she bends down, hooking her fingers into my boxer briefs and inching them down my legs. And fuck me, I let her. I let her strip me down. Let her settle over me, her slick heat searing as it teases the hard line of my cock.
“Fuck, Aurora.” Another warning, even as I’m gripping her hips and urging her to glide over me some more. She feels like hot silk over me, and it’s almost painful to not sink into her immediately.
She braces her hands on my chest again before reaching one down between us, fisting my cock so deliciously, I thrust into her hand on instinct. Kissing me, she slides my thick head between her wetness, teasing us both before she releases me and sinks down an inch.
Her fangs are on display again, and I can see the hunger in her eyes.
“Aurora.” I bare my neck again, groaning as she sinks atop me another inch.
She takes me inside her, gasping as she’s fully seated. I keep my hands on her hips, locking all my muscles as she adjusts to my size. Goddamn, she feels so good wrapped around me, all searing heat and slick warmth.
“Drink. Feed,” I demand, eying her fangs.
“You first,” she fires back, rolling her hips with me inside her.
I hiss, my head falling back against the headboard as she does it again. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I’ll taste even better,” she teases, lifting above me. I slide out only for her to sink atop me again.
“Fuck,” I groan. She’s fire as she chases her pleasure, taking the reins, like we’ve done this a hundred times. I lift up, drawingus closer, capturing her mouth in mine as she rides my cock like it was made for her.
She draws out of the kiss, her fangs out as she grins at me. She reaches up, grazing her thumb over one of mine. “Please, Saint,” she begs, tilting her head to the side, positioning her neck right in front of my mouth. “Please bite me. I want to give you what you need.”
“Say it again,” I demand, my voice coated in territorial claiming.