“Lucien,” she whispered.
He sucked fiercely, thrilling at the sound of his name on her lips when her blood, just as delicious, surprisingly even more so with the vodka mingled with it, was pouring down his throat. This caused her to gasp yet again and writhe underneath him.
She was done, he knew it. He’d taken enough. Even though he wanted more, his mouth detached and he swept his tongue along the wound. The bleeding stopped instantly. The healing had already begun.
He pulled his body over her and rolled to his side, gathering her in his arms and taking her with him. He tucked her face in his throat, cautious with the still healing wound.
Her breathing was heavy as was her pulse and she whispered with a mixture of disappointment and marvel, “You’re done?”
He shook his head and tightened his arms, drawing her deeper into him.
“I’m not done, pet. You’re done.”
She wasn’t done. He knew it the way she moved restlessly against him.
It wasn’t the feeding she wanted, it was the cl**ax he’d brought her so very close to and didn’t let her have.
Her head tilted back and he tipped his down to face her.
“You can’t be done,” she whispered and it was a soft demand.
“I’m done,” he declared.
“You’re not,” she returned, her voice getting stronger as were her movements, her hands sliding over his body, her own body pressing into his.
“Be still, Leah,” he commanded.
“No,” she refused.
“Leah.”
She pressed closer, her hands moving over his ass, pulling in as she returned, “Lucien.”
He reached behind him, wrapping his fingers around her wrists and pulling her arms around to the front. He rolled to his back, bringing her with him so she was on top, her arms cocked and caught between them. The deep red of her wound was blazing but the skin was closing.
Her eyes narrowed and she pressed her soft h*ps into his still hard ones, demanding, “You can’t seriously think we’re finished.”
“I know it.”
“You’re in a state!” she observed angrily.
“It’ll pass.”
“I’m in a state,” she informed him, her anger escalating at her need to point out her condition.
He left her hands trapped between them and he circled her with his arms, giving her a small shake before he held her tightly.
“Do you remember this morning?” he asked softly and her brows knitted over ever-narrowing eyes.
“How could I forget?” she snapped.
“This is your punishment.”
She pulled in a sharp breath as understanding dawned.
Then she said on a heavy exhale, “You’re joking.”
“You’ll go unfulfilled until you learn your lesson, pet.”