She rolled onto her back once more and looked up at him. He seemed awestruck as he stared into her eyes. “What is it?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. You confuse the hell out of me.”
She nodded. “I know what you mean. I really do. But there’s one thing I know for sure.” She slowly swept her hair away from the right side of her neck.
“What’s that?” But his gaze settled on her throat.
“Take what belongs to you, Quin. Take it now.”
* * * * * * * * *
Quinlan was fully erect and now his heart pounded. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to feed until she’d exposed her throat. His vision focused on her neck, narrowing and sharpening, until he saw her beating pulse.
“My heart feels weighted with what you need.”
Again, he wondered if he should speak to her about being a blood rose, but chose against it.
He moved between her parted legs, and using his hand, he positioned himself at her opening. He wanted to come like this, filling her up while he took her life’s blood into his mouth.
Her moisture flowed over the tip of his c**k as he pressed into her. She gripped his shoulders with both hands. “Oh, Quinlan. That feels wonderful.” Her hands rubbed up and down his arms and over his back. She took pleasure in his body and that pleased the hell out of him.
He held her gaze, willing her to look at him while he pushed inside and joined his body to hers in the age-old union that made man and woman one being.
She wrapped her long legs around his ass and he arched his hips, letting her feel all that he was and savoring how tightly she held him inside her body.
Her lips parted as she worked to draw breath. He leaned over her thrusting, then kissed her. She rolled her head so that he could see her neck. He licked in a long line from the base of her throat almost to her ear.
He felt her pulse, the heavy beating of her heart and he smelled her blood now, another sign that she was more than she understood herself to be. He looked down at her br**sts, rising and falling as her body moved and writhed under him.
His fangs descended, growing longer as saliva flowed, anticipating the feast.
He paused in his movements and gathered up his hair, twisting it, then shoving it behind his back. He didn’t want anything to interfere with this moment.
“Do it, Quinlan.” Her body tightened around his c**k as he drew near her throat.
He bit down once, let his fangs retract, then settled in for the best suck of his life.
He couldn’t explain why this moment was different from before, but it was, maybe because of all they’d been through. He worked his h*ps at the same time, moving in and out of her slowly, letting her feel him while he drank down her elixir that tasted of heady tropical flowers.
Power flowed into him at the same time, so different from his regular doneuses, that which he’d been needing from the time he attained mastyr status. As the blood reached his stomach and began to feed him and nourish his body, his muscles strengthened. A kind of euphoria worked in him at the same time, telling him that he needed to do this again and again, the rest of his long-lived life.
But he wouldn’t think about that. Instead, he savored the taste of her. Something he’d wanted from the beginning.
She cried out, enjoying the experience as much as he.
Batya, I… He almost told her loved her.
I know, it’s too much isn’t it? This much pleasure? Sweet Goddess, Quinlan, your c**k is unbelievable and chills keep racing up and down my body.
I’m going to add to that.
She gasped. She must have guessed.
As he continued to suck, and to roll his hips, he let his mating frequency release, just a small vibration at first.
Batya groaned. “Oh, Quinlan. Heaven. Just heaven. And you smell of wood-smoke.” Her voice was hushed with passion.
He reached a point when he’d had his fill, and now he could take Batya the distance. Only this time he wanted to rock her world with the vibrations.
He released her neck and watched her head thrash back and forth over the pillow.
He drew the vibration very carefully into his groin. The sensation almost made him come, but he wanted to do this for her, to have the vibration take over her inner well.
He focused hard and began to release the vibration.
When she first felt it, she arched her back, which tipped her pelvis and created a tight hold on him that almost brought him over the edge again.
He took a series of strong breaths and held on.
“Quinlan, how the hell are you doing that? Oh, My God.”
He moved slowly, focusing on her face. He leaned down and kissed her, small touches of his lips to her chin, to the faint dimples in her cheeks, to her eyebrows. Focusing on her features helped.
Her hands once more gripped his shoulders, then fondled his muscles as she squeezed his arms. Every touch was a beautiful fire on his skin, igniting his desire for her.
He increased the vibration, which parted her lips as a cry emerged from her throat.
He thrust faster now and added more vibration. He watched the ecstasy building on her face. Her fingernails sank into his shoulders and he loved it, loved that she was caught up in the experience, savoring his body, his cock, his vibration which only he could give her.
He became one with the vibration as pleasure built. Heat flowed through him, the power from her blood anchoring his muscles in tremendous strength. Cha, look at me.
She struggled to focus on him, her breathing in harsh gasps. I see you.
Do you want it faster?
She offered three small jerks of her chin, almost trembling. “Yes. Please. Faster. Vampire fast. And Quin, your vibration.” He saw tears leak from her eyes.
Then he understood. His vibration had spread through his body and through hers. He now mingled with her mating frequency which lit a fire in his chest.
He thrust faster and faster, holding her gaze, watching the tears fall, knowing that this would explode between them.
“I’m coming.”
Her words, her voice, the rapt expression on her face, tightened his balls and he began to release, to fire his essence into her in hard, tremendously pleasurable bursts.
He flung his head back and roared as ecstasy gripped him, flooding his body with fire, as her well tugged on him in rapid succession, as her body thrashed beneath his, as her cries left her throat until she screamed with pleasure.
He slowed, then felt another round rising within him. Again, Cha.
“Oh, God, Quin.” She opened her mouth and screamed once more, the vibrations flowing back and forth, streaking through every part of him and enhancing the pleasure as his c**k delivered the goods. Another roar left him, the vampire part of him that loved battling and dominance.