That she was feeding him meant something to her, more than she wanted to admit, especially since she’d been feeding him, nourishing him for the past two years. So just how far along this road were they, anyway? Could she really see a life on Second Earth without him? On the other hand, could they make a life together without tearing each other apart?
But when the thought struck her that at the end of her rite of ascension, when she actually ascended to the Second Dimension, she too would gain a pair of fangs and take sustenance from his body, she groaned and set her mouth at the back of his neck.
She sucked on him and bit him, which made him draw harder at her veins and once more his body writhed under hers. Damn, it all felt so good. She summoned her newly discovered telepathy and sent,When I get my fangs, I want to take your vein deep.
Those must have been the right words, since she got the best response. He released her wrist and with preternatural speed turned into her and flipped her over. Before she knew what had happened, she was flat on her back, her arms caught in one of his hands overhead, and he’d bound her with a rope around her wrists.
Oh. Dear. God.
“Now here’s somethingI’ve been wanting to do.”
She held his gaze, those gorgeous blue eyes that she’d looked into how many times while he took her to the edge, a hundred, a thousand? His streaked blond hair hung a little forward, framing his face. He was so handsome and he always made her come more than once. He was attentive that way.
Would it be so bad being with him … forever?
But as the rope tightened she craned to look behind her and saw that he’d tied the rope to what she hoped was a very strong finial in the center of the headboard.
She shifted her gaze to see those blue eyes again. He straddled her, all this muscled vampire. “I have you where I want you.”
“You should let me go, warrior,” she teased. She tugged on the rope but it wasn’t fear she was feeling.
He planted his hands on either side of her face. He dipped down to sniff her cheek, her temple, her neck. “Strawberries,” he murmured. “Sweet, ripe, luscious strawberries, sweet enough to eat. And, no, I’m not letting you go.”
Her back arched and a moan left her mouth. His teeth grazed her neck. “I’m going to eat you, Elise. You ready for that? You want my mouth on you? My tongue? What about my fangs again in just that place you like and the way you like it?”
She writhed and tugged on the ropes, because right now she wanted her hands on him. She wanted to push his shoulders in the direction she needed him to go.
“Tell me what you want, Elise.” He licked her neck. “But I’m not moving until you say it out loud. I want to hear the words.”
A strangled sound escaped her lips. “I want your mouth on me. Gideon, do that thing with your fangs, that potion you release between my legs.”
He drew back and met her gaze. He smiled, then he kissed her, a slow wet kiss, his tongue deep and pulsing. He drew back, “You sure you want me to go down on you?”
Her back arched and a groan rattled around in her throat. “Yes. Please. Yes. Now. ”
He kissed her once more, then eased backward, trailing kisses down her chest, over both br**sts, down her abdomen, lower and lower until she was blind with frenzy and need, knowing exactly how wonderful it would feel. Because she’d taken him on his back and brought him to orgasm, she was so ready for him. His arousal was hers and back and forth until when he kissed her pubic hair she was panting in light gasps, her abdomen jerking in small movements.
Then his tongue found her and she cried out at the sheer, intense pleasure and it wasn’t just that it was an oral touch but, dammit, it was Gideon, and he knew her body, and she treasured him and trusted him and the ropes made the whole damn thing so hot.
She was on fire as his tongue flicked back and forth, then moved up and down. He blew a soft stream of air, then got in close and took as much of her in his mouth as he could and suckled her.Almost there, almost there,she sent, streaming her thoughts into his head.
Must have been the wrong words because he stopped and drew back to look at her. “That’s not a good thing.” How innocent he looked, but how cruel.
She jerked on the ropes now. “More, more.”
“More? You sure?”
“Gideon,” she squealed, one long complaint.
He chuckled, very low, very deep. But when he bent down it wasn’t his tongue she felt but his fangs in the center of her mons as he struck deep. She cried out partly in surprise, partly in response to the unexpected quick pain that diminished immediately, but mostly because she knew what was coming.
Fangs could release potions, one of the best gifts of ascended life, Gideon had once told her. She felt the secretion and the pleasure began, a burn, a thrill, an ensuing ache. Oh. God. He kept his fangs buried and then she felt his tongue working her low, over all the folds and secret places so that she was once more right near the edge.
But he held back, she could feel it. His voice entered her head.Tell me when. I know how you like it, so tell me when the potion hits you and I’ll do it, quick and fast.
“Okay,” rushed from her throat. Her hips bucked now against him, but he planted his hands on her waist to keep himself pinned tight.
The potion was low, seeping and pleasuring her. She panted in quick harsh pants.Almost, almost. Oh, God, she couldn’t breathe.
Tell me.
Almost.
Tell me, Elise. Let me give you pleasure.
“Now,” she cried out as the potion poured through her flesh.
He withdrew his fangs and flicked his tongue in quick sharp movements.
Pleasure spiked, her back arched, she screamed at the ceiling and he kept licking and bringing her and bringing her and bringing her. The orgasm rolled on and on because the potion intensified everything. She cried out over and over and he kept working his magic until at last the sensation subsided.
She lay, panting and just a little contorted.
Gideon rose up from his labors. His woman’s torso was twisted to the side and she panted. Her eyes seemed unfocused, just the way he wanted them. He saw his work and it was good. He smiled.
He glanced down at his cock, which once more stood at attention. There was nothing like her pleasure to get him worked up.
At last her arms and legs grew slack. She rolled to stretch out and finally looked up at him, her wrists still tight in the ropes. “Thank you,” she murmured. She blinked a few times. “That was amazing.”
“We’re not done, just so you know.”