Night Kissed (Chosen Vampire Slayer #1) - Mila Young Page 0,69

let him toss me down onto the mattress. He ran his hands over my whole upper body, tracing the contours of my waist, kissing the tip of each nipple. Then he pushed down my pants. He yanked them off before tossing them behind him. He unbuttoned his own pants and dropped them, kicking them aside.

My gaze settled on his erection, so hard and thick, the tip coated in pre-cum. Elation swept through me at the promise of what was coming for me. My core ached for his touch, for this vampire to show me what he had planned for me. The thought left me quivering, but I didn’t forget that at the end of the day, he was still a monster.

An incredibly handsome monster, but still deadly.

“Let me be clear about one thing, Orion,” I said between deep, hungry kisses. “If I feel so much as the ghost of one of your eyeteeth anywhere near my jugular, I’m shutting the whole thing down. And then I will kick your ass into next fucking year before you even get your clothes back on.”

Orion pushed his mouth down against mine, growling into my lips, “I love it when you talk dirty.”

He was a dominant lover, even more so than Seth had been. It was obvious that he got a real kick out of dictating my pleasure. Without hesitation, he pushed open my bent legs, lowering his gaze and himself onto the bed. I caught the smirk curling on his mouth, sending delicious tingles down my spine. His mouth sealed over my heat, and I arched with pleasure. The strange sensation of something cold against my fiery offering turned me on ridiculously. He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue until I gasped and trembled, my hands balled into fists around the sheets. Desperate, I braced my feet on the bedspread and pushed up against his tongue, throwing back my head in anticipation of ecstasy.

“Give it to me,” I moaned.

He drew a tantalizing circle around my clit. “Tell me you want it, Veronica.”

“You son of a bitch.” I glared at him, panting. “This isn’t fair.” But he wouldn’t budge, so I relented. “I want it so bad. Please.”

“That’s a good girl.” I felt him smile as he sucked me hard, slipping his fingers inside me at the same time. My body writhed on its own. I grabbed his wrist with both my hands. I think I howled.

What happened after that, took place in a red haze of primal desire. He made his way up my body, leaving a trail of kisses and licks around my budding nipples, taking one into his mouth, sucking hard, then bestowing the same attention to the other. Sweeping his mouth over my collarbone and neck, I stiffened at him lingering just below my earlobe. I sensed him tensing as his hardness teased my entrance. He caged me in with his arms on either side of my shoulders, and I bucked up against him, but he refused to give me what I wanted. After I had come to the point of rigid shaking, I flipped him over without any pause. He grunted, surprised, but didn’t fight back. I shuffled down his body and maintained eye contact as I took his cock in my hand and slipped my mouth over it. Orion clenched his jaw, breath hissing between his teeth.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered.

As payment for the compliment, I worked him over hard, exploring his shaft and balls with my tongue, moaning as I licked and sucked him. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time. It wasn’t long before he was throbbing, his eyes blazing with lust. Instead of allowing me to finish him off with my mouth, he pulled me up to straddle him. I lifted my hips and let him guide them back down onto his waiting cock.

I gnawed on my lower lip as he slid into me, stretching me wider, and I loved every fucking ache.

“I want to watch you,” he mused.

I gasped as he pushed deeper into me, and I shifted to spread myself wider to accommodate his size. Pushing myself to sit upright on him, I took a deep breath, settling over his hardness, letting him fully fill me.

“You are stunning.”

Then I rode him as hard as my body would allow, bouncing up and down on him, his eyes searing over my jiggling breasts. The whole world melted away for a few minutes, leaving only our bodies gyrating together, the sensation of