the orgasm building in his balls, sending ripples of pleasure through his spine. He grasped her tighter, pushed her down, grinding her sensitive core against him until she whimpered. He knew she was close, and he slid one hand between their bodies, massaged her clit with the tip of his finger, and she exploded against him. He released his control, holding her hips and thrusting into her, feeling the ripples of her pleasure tugging at his cock.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her against his chest as the waves of pure bliss pulsated from his shaft, through his whole body until it burst in an explosion of pleasure.
His head fell back against the chair and he lay, eyes closed, sated. For the moment.
Finally, he opened his eyes to find her watching him, her own eyes wary. He was overwhelmed by the urge to comfort her, tell her everything was going to be fine. He couldn’t find the words, and instead he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her towards him. He kissed her long and deep, felt the tension ease from her as the hunger rose inside him, and his gums ached with the need to feed. He couldn’t remember a hunger like this, as though he would die without the taste of her.
He backed off and stared into her eyes. “You know what I want?”
She nodded. “Rico, I just wanted to…” she trailed off and shrugged, then raised her chin, baring the smooth line of her throat.
He smiled at her fixed expression. “Don’t look so worried, querida. This isn’t going to hurt.”
“Querida—what does that mean?”
“It’s Spanish for ‘darling’. Now relax—you’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
He stroked the pad of his thumb down the line of her throat then leaned in close, breathing her in. He could smell the sweet scent of her blood as it thundered through her veins, so close to the surface. He tilted her head slightly and sank his fangs deep into the vein. She gasped against him as the warm blood filled his mouth, and the power filled his body. He swallowed, and a jolt of shock ran through him. He’d never tasted anything quite like Skylar’s blood, and for a moment, he went still. He forced the knowledge to the back of his mind—it was nothing he hadn’t already guessed, and it would wait for later.
She wriggled against him. He lifted her with ease; never releasing his hold on her throat as he lowered her to the floor and came down on top of her. Inside the tight sheath of her body, his cock stiffened, and she gasped again.
This time, they made slow, erotic love, the thrust of his hips keeping time with the pulse of her blood. He was careful not to take much, just enough. Finally, he released her, swiping his tongue over the small wound, before rising up over her to stare down into her desire drenched eyes.
“That was amazing,” she murmured.
Tension eased in his mind, and he realized he’d been worried she would not enjoy his blood-taking—another first. What was it about her that made him so unsure? He pushed the thought aside and flexed his hips, filling her, wanting to feel her shudder with desire beneath him.
Her blood buzzed inside him, saturating him with power. He continued to thrust slowly into her, holding tight onto his control, until finally, they came together in a burst of pleasure.
. . .
Skylar lost consciousness after the third orgasm. When she opened her eyes, it was to find Rico lying next to her on his back. She was pretty sure he was awake, but she didn’t have the energy to lift herself up and look.
She waited for him to say something, to denounce her, ask her what was going on, but he didn’t move.
She should get up, go get a stake or something, be prepared, but her body refused to obey. She felt boneless, weak. Complete for the first time in her life. The thought brought her up short and she sat up abruptly.
“You’re thinking again,” Rico murmured.
Her throat hurt, she reached up, ran her fingers over the puncture wounds and hissed under her breath. They had stopped bleeding, but still stung.
“Come here, querida.” He tugged her, so she fell on top of him. Nuzzling her neck, he kissed her, running his tongue over the small wounds. The stinging stopped, and she pulled away and rose to her feet. She kicked off the silver shoes, then dragged a clean jumpsuit out