Survivor - By Kaye Draper Page 0,24

against my backside, and I moaned softly, imagining him inside me. He swept my hair aside and nuzzled my neck, dropping kisses along my shoulder and neck before pausing to nip playfully at my ear. For a minute, I was sure he was going to bite me, but he didn’t. His lips on my skin were driving me crazy, and every once in a while there was a light grazing of sharp teeth that made me shiver.

When my legs grew tired, he slipped an arm around my waist, supporting me as he continued his attentions. “Oh God Peter,” I panted, completely lost.

I forgot to be embarrassed; I needed him inside me- now. He turned off the water and scooped me up, pausing to kiss me deeply. Snagging a couple of the big bath towels, he carried me to the bedroom. We toweled each other off hurriedly, and I laughed in soft surprise as he managed to make even that task a sensual experience, caressing my curves with the towel as if it were his bare hands. His gaze was intense, and the sight of his fangs was both frightening and exciting. He laid me on the bed and stretched out beside me, pulling me against his hard body as he trailed kisses from my sensitive nipples up across my chest and to my neck.

“Are you going to bite me?” I asked breathlessly. He pulled back slightly to meet my eyes with a look that went straight to my core.

“No,” he said softly. “I just want to make love to you. Nothing more.” He pulled me close again, but I pulled back. I looked at him for a moment, taking in his silver eyes and purely other appearance. “You are um… thirsty?” I asked hesitantly.

He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. His eyes flashed open and he regarded me with a look that said more clearly than words how much he needed blood. His voice was low, with a sort of restrained need, and my skin was buzzing. “I will need to feed very soon,” he said honestly. “But I won’t take from you.”

I frowned at him. He was still stroking my hips suggestively, and he was rock hard against my thigh. “Would it feel good? If you bit me, I mean?”

He smirked. “It feels very good when you are bitten.” I bit my lip, raising my eyebrows in surprise. Oh boy. “I meant would it feel good for you?”

He pulled me close, grasping my butt in his big hands and pressing me against him. He chuckled lightly into my hair. “Amazingly so.”

I slid my hands over his muscular back, gaining confidence. “Then I want you to bite me.”

I could see the arguments forming in his head- the million reasons why he wouldn’t do that to a disabled person. Seeing my mutinous look, the denials died before he could voice them. Sighing, he captured my lips again. “Right now,” he said, pressing me back into the pillows “I would do anything just to be inside you.”

I blushed furiously and closed my eyes. His hand found my center and he began stroking me again as he suckled on an aching breast. I moaned in pleasure, and returned the favor. He shifted his weight, nudging my thighs apart with his knee and I followed his lead, wanting him desperately. He hesitated and I opened my eyes.

“Is this…” he swallowed hard, clearly struggling for control. “Have you done this before?”

I bit my lip and gave him an apologetic look. “Only once,” I said, embarrassed, “a long time ago.” I’d had sex for the first time when I was eighteen. I wouldn’t compare it to this, in any way shape or form.

He kissed me tenderly. “I’ll try to be gentle,” he said, nuzzling my neck. I arched my hips against him, urging him on and he sheathed himself slowly. I moaned as he stretched me tight. Hearing the pleasure in the sound, he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slowly burying himself in me again. I met his thrusts with abandon, urging him to lose his caution. He hiked up my knee and slipped a hand under my hip, deepening his thrusts, and I begged him for more. I dug my fingers into his muscular back, pressing myself closer, and he growled softly in response.

He brushed aside the thick curtain of my hair, trailing kisses along my throat. “Melody,” he moaned against my skin, sending goose bumps dancing over