I suspected the pleasure had become painful. I held her through it, my lips praising hers every step of the way, until finally her emotions subsided and she began to relax against me.
I ran my fingers through her hair, not caring at all that I’d messed up her previously styled locks. Her dress would need to be fixed as well, or perhaps swapped for a new one.
When her breathing evened out, I pulled back a little to meet her drowsy gaze. “Show me your fingers, Willow.”
She swallowed, then slowly removed the hand from between her legs. Her skin glittered with evidence of her arousal, and I practically salivated for a taste.
Instead, I told her to lick herself clean, and I watched as she obeyed. Then I took her mouth in another kiss and groaned at the taste coating her tongue. It was perfect and everything I craved, but I wouldn’t allow myself a proper taste yet. Delayed gratification would give me something to look forward to later, after I finished playing my part of royal vampire in Silvano City.
Willow panted against me, her blue eyes shining with heated confusion.
Rather than explain myself, I indulged her in another kiss. However, this one was laced with a hint of blood from my tongue.
She jolted at the contact, her taste buds aware of that flavor, and her eyes flew open with a dozen questions. Again I didn’t explain myself, mostly because I couldn’t. I just knew she needed more of my essence as a protective coating should tonight’s events not go the way I intended.
Once I was satisfied that she’d imbibed enough, I pulled away from her and studied her flushed features. She appeared freshly fucked, just as I’d desired. Hmm, and while my blood would assist in her healing, she’d still have my bite engraved in her flesh long enough for others to know whom she belonged to.
Perfection.
“I think you’re ready now,” I informed her softly before kissing her again because I could. She returned my embrace, her movements lazy and sated.
Yes, I really did enjoy her in this state.
Maybe I’d keep her in it for the rest of the night. For fun.
10
Willow
My university experience had not prepared me for Ryder’s bite.
I’d expected harsh touches and savage fucking and to pass out from his violent thirst for my blood. Yet all he’d done was make me come.
Three. Times.
I took a course during my nineteenth year on how to fake pleasure through pain. Nothing about my reaction to Ryder had required that developed skill set. My screams were natural and loud and bordering on insane.
My limbs continued to shake even now as I sat beside him in the car on our way to the heart of the city. Part of it was a result of my building anxiety, but most of it was from the rapture that had exploded through my system from his antics on the plane.
He’d held me afterward, his lips whisper-soft against my ear as he praised me for how I reacted to his bite. Then he’d uttered sinful promises, telling me just how he intended to fuck me, the types of positions he preferred, and how he couldn’t wait to see my lips wrapped around his cock.
Each statement served as a warning of what was to come, preparing me to accept him mentally. Never once did he discuss sharing me, apart from claiming he wasn’t fond of sharing with others. It went against everything I’d been taught yet seemed appropriate for Ryder because his behavior never matched society standards.
I glanced up at him, taking in his stoic features. His focus was on the front window as he scanned the buildings around us.
Darkness blanketed the night sky, and there was only a handful of lights on the street to illuminate our way. As vampires possessed enhanced eyesight, they wouldn’t need much more than a few lamps here or there. Oddly, I found it to be adequate enough for me to see as well, something I attributed to drinking Ryder’s blood on the plane.
My thighs clenched at the thought, my mouth salivating for more. He’d turned me into an addict, his essence my new favorite cuisine.
He leaned into me and brushed his lips against my temple. “Ready for another orgasm already?” he asked softly, causing my cheeks to heat.
Damien grunted from the front passenger seat. “While I’m glad you tamed your pet, her scent is making my jaw ache.”
“Mmm, I’m rather fond of it,” Ryder murmured, his nose skimming my neck