I felt his growl in secret, happy places and this feeling was so strong, I totally forgot I wanted to ask him about his family and my family seemingly worried about my visit with them. So I called my goodnight to Edwina and skedaddled up the stairs to peruse my lingerie drawer for Lucien’s next treat.
As I changed, I heard him in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Then I heard him leave the bathroom.
Now I was walking through the bedroom to see he was as he was last night. Reclined against the headboard, chest bared, book in hand but eyes on me.
He immediately flipped his book shut and set it on his nightstand.
I immediately walked to him, put a knee in the bed, threw my other leg around and settled astride his hips.
“You don’t use a bookmark,” I noted, moving my hands to rest them lightly on his upper gut.
“No,” he answered shortly as I felt his stomach muscles tighten even with my light touch.
Power.
My power over the Mighty Vampire Lucien.
I liked that.
“What?” I tipped my head to the side. “Do you memorize the page number or something?”
“Do you really care?” he shot back.
I smiled at him. “No.”
His hands came to my hips. I felt the pads of his fingers press in and just with that, my body heated.
“I like your kids,” I whispered, sliding my hands up slightly, my torso moving down a smidgeon as I did.
“Good,” he muttered, sliding his hands up too, pulling me down a smidgeon more.
“And your Mom is lovely,” I told him, my hands sliding up more as I bent just a touch closer.
“She is,” he agreed, his hands doing the same, pulling me closer.
That was when I moved down. Folding one of my arms between us, the other hand slid up to curve around his strong jaw as my thumb slid out to glide along his beautiful lips.
“I like that for you,” I whispered and he blinked.
“Pardon?”
“You’re Mighty Vampire Lucien,” I told him and felt his lips twitch. “But even superheroes need good folks at their backs. Batman has Robin and that butler guy. Iron Man has that dude in the military and Pepper Potts. Spiderman has Aunt May. The Fantastic Four are, well… four. And –”
“You don’t have to recite your knowledge of all things superhero, sweetling,” Lucien said against my thumb, his voice vibrating with humor. “I think I’ve got it.”
My thumb swept his cheekbone and I repeated softly, “I like that for you.”
“There’s a problem with this scenario,” Lucien noted and my head tilted.
“What problem?”
Suddenly I found myself on my back with Lucien’s weight on top of me and his lips brushing mine.
“Superheroes don’t often get the girl,” he murmured against my lips and that made my body heat more.
“Okay, then you’re a new, better, real kind of superhero who gets laid regularly,” I murmured back, my hands traveling light on his skin.
“Better?” he whispered, his hands traveling light on the satin of my nightie.
“Oh yeah,” I whispered back.
His mouth grinned against mine and I watched up close as his eyes got smug.
That used to annoy me. Now I thought it was hot.
I wrapped my legs around his h*ps as his lips trailed down my cheek to my ear. One of his hands pushed between me and the bed so his arm could wrap around me tight.
His tongue touched the skin under my ear then his lips moved against it. “I’m going to feed from you, my pet.”
My whole body trembled.
Lucien wasn’t done.
“And I’m going to do it everywhere.”
Oh yes. That sounded nice.
He kept going.
“There will be places you’ll be numb.”
Hmm. That didn’t sound nice.
He went on.
“But there’ll be other, better places where you absolutely will not.”
Goodie!
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Was he crazy?
“Yes,” I breathed.
He lifted his head so his burning eyes caught mine and my entire body felt the burn.
Then in a blur of motion he was between my legs. I felt his tongue run along the inside of my thigh as his finger ran feather-light along the outside edge of my panties between my legs.
Another full body shiver.
Yes. I was right. This was nice.
He repeated, his tongue running up my thigh, his finger running over my panties between my legs.
My womb spasmed and I whimpered.
Then I felt him feed from my thigh as his finger pressed in at the perfect spot over my panties and my h*ps surged up as my neck arched and my eyes closed.
Definitely right.
Nice.
* * * * *
God, God.
I thought I had the best the night before, the excruciatingly beautiful intensity of that morning.
But now, Lucien crouched back on his calves, me straddling him, his h*ps powering up, his c**k ramming into me, his mouth at my neck feeding from me, his big hand curled at my cheek, his thumb in my mouth and I was sucking, I knew this was the best.
My h*ps jerked, it was almost on me and he sensed it.
His thumb slid out of my mouth but only to glide along my lips before it happened. Then his thumb slid back in sideways and my teeth automatically clamped down on it as my h*ps bucked. A moan stuck in my throat, my arms clenched him tight and my back arched, pressing my torso into his hard body.
Through my overpowering orgasm I vaguely felt his tongue lash the wound at my neck. His thumb moved from between my teeth so his fist could clench in my hair to position my head where he wanted it.
Then his mouth was on mine as his c**k kept driving up inside me, filling me so full it felt like he was an essential part of me.
“When you come, the world stops,” he growled against my lips as I kept trembling through my orgasm. “The whole world becomes nothing but you, your pu**y, your pu**y taking my c**k and me.”
Oh God, just his words and tone were going to make me come again.
“Darling,” I whispered, holding tighter as my body jolted with his thrusts.
“Eight hundred, twenty-two years, I’ve never felt anything this beautiful,” he whispered, still driving and my eyes, half-closed, shot open.
Oh God.
I loved that he thought that.
He wasn’t done.
His gaze held mine. “Eight hundred, twenty-two years, I’ve never seen anything this beautiful.”
Oh God.
God!
“I could f**k you for eternity,” he whispered.
My hands slid up and fisted in his hair as my h*ps bucked again.