their joined bodies. “Then do it when it will hurt less.”
There was a pause in his thrusts. Lydia knew he understood what she meant. Any female who chose a vampire lover desired his bite. He’d had plenty of lovers.
A dangerous current crackled around them for a few heartbeats. Adrian rasped something incoherent and pummeled her aching flesh to the hilt. No respite. His hand slipped down to her belly, long fingers spread while he licked and sucked gently on her wrist.
Her pussy slickened with fresh arousal, closed around his hard flesh and milked it greedily. Her heart beat out an erratic pattern. Frayed sounds broke in her throat as the pleasure built in her sex, escaping in tiny shudders through her body. She was close. Adrian’s incisors moved across her wrist. Her blood surged hot and fast in anticipation, felt the pulse of it in her core.
Her breath paused, just before her peak, and as the first intense wave ripped through her body, making her cry out, his fangs broke her skin. Tears pricked her eyes. Adrian let out a ragged moan as he drank from her. Iron and the scent of deep forests pervaded her senses. She felt faint for a moment and then her blood ran like warm silk throughout her body. The sweetest agony. She quivered with the onslaught of pleasure.
His name floated out on a breathless gasp. When his finger slid down to her clit, she broke into a million pieces. Tears trickled down her cheeks, but she sighed with bliss. She wouldn’t ask anything more of this beautiful vampire.
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Adrian’s blood roared in his veins as it mingled with Lydia’s. Vibrant and sweet. It shocked his system at first. Then he realized it was her rare hunter’s blood. He’d been with other hunters, but Lydia’s gift was special. Tremors still danced over her as he drank her warm essence, enjoyed her raw gasps. Few humans had given him such intense pleasure. He thrust into her slick heat a few more times before he succumbed to his release. It tore through him hot and hard and he dragged his mouth away from her wrist to avoid damaging it.
Her flesh contracted around his cock, milked the last ounce from his body. She fell back against him. He pressed his mouth to her soft, dark hair and closed his eyes for a long moment. Once his heart returned to a normal rhythm, he slid out of her and carried her to the bed where he pushed down the covers. With her long hair fanning out over the pillow, she was achingly lovely. She gave him a dreamy smile, hazel eyes glowing with awe. But his chest tightened when he noticed the semi-dried tears on her face. He brushed his fingers over her skin and frowned.
“I hurt you too much.”
She gripped his hand. “No…it was amazing.”
He gave a sombre shake of his head and fought the wave of guilt. He removed some gauze from the bedside table and wrapped her wrist. He’d apply salve to it later. There was no risk of poisoning from him, but he wanted to make sure his bite wouldn’t scar her.
He pulled the bed cover over their bodies as she curled up against him, her face nuzzled into his throat. He slid a hand to her back and pressed her to him with a possessiveness that unsettled him. He listened to her breathing deepen, felt her muscles go slack. No doubt he’d worn her out. He ceased his thoughts until she was asleep.
The intensity of their mating had been fierce. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d wanted a woman as much, wanted to leave his mark on her body. Brand her so no other man would touch her. He didn’t like these feelings one bit. The urge to keep her here for much longer almost tore up his insides. Lydia was not a plaything. She could fulfill the role of a permanent mate. But he couldn’t go through the hell of losing another woman he loved. The complex, gentler part of his essence already loved her. Her soul was pure and strong.
His fingers stroked her creamy skin and he cursed inwardly when his cock twitched. Damn. Quietly, he got out of bed and walked
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