His praise had my toes curling. “Please. Ready.Please.”
He rose up on his knees, lifting my knees to my chest with gentle hands. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”
I stared up at him in awe. When was the last time someone took this much care with me? Had they ever?
I memorised every line of this face as he lined himself up. Even if this didn’t go anywhere, I wanted to remember this moment—something to get me through future lonely nights.
He sank in the first inch, and his gaze flew up to meet mine. His smile softened, his eyes running over my face.
Like he was doing the same. Like he too didn’t want to forget this.
“You feel so good, Ash.” There was a note of awe in his voice that I didn’t feel like I deserved.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
Lochlan indulged me, falling down onto his forearms and fixing his lips against mine.
I lost all sense of time and space as Lochlan filled me over and over again. At some point he grabbed a pillow, shoving it under my hips. The next time he plunged in, his cock brushed right over my prostate, making my eyes roll back in my head.
When he wasn’t kissing me, praise dripped from Lochlan’s lips like poisoned honey.
Poisoned because I knew he was ruining me. No one was going to compare to him. To this.
That didn’t stop me from lapping up every word like it might be the thing to save me rather than end me.
My hands explored his back. His chest. His arms.
Everywhere except his neck. I didn’t trust myself to touch him there.
Not until he told me to.
I was so ready to taste him. My fangs were fully elongated now. The familiar taste of venom was missing. I didn’t want to hurt Lochlan.
I just wanted totastehim.
“You feel too good,” Lochlan panted, his forehead leaning on mine. “I can’t last.”
“I’m close too.” I hadn’t even touched myself, the friction of Lochlan’s torso and the way he was milking my prostate enough to get me there. “So close.”
He craned his head to the side, his neck stretched deliciously just inches away. “Bite me.”
Saliva filled my mouth, but I checked in. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” he was rocking into me faster now, the sound of our skin slapping obscene in the room. “Ineedit. Bite me, Ash.”
It was like something in me snapped. My head lifted while my hand tugged his neck closer. I licked up his throat, savouring the flavour of him.
I did it twice more, revelling in the litany of curses spilling from Lochlan’s body.
Then, when I couldn’t take it any longer, I sank my fangs into him.
Lochlan roared as my fangs pierced his skin. His hips slammed forward as his release tore through him.
Unless venom is involved, being bitten by a vampire isverypleasurable. So I’m told, anyway. As a vampire myself, I hadn’t ever been on the receiving end.
Judging by the way Lochlan’s eyes were rolling back in his head, I was missing out.
Not that my side of it was anything to sniff at. The second his blood touched my tongue, my orgasm hit me. My vision went fuzzy out as the honey-rich taste of him filled me.