Page 9 of A Bond Beyond Blood (The Butcher’s Daughter Trilogy #1)

V inny

The thirst built as I breathed her in, a steady burn that started in my core, at the base of my spine, then increased with every kiss, every taste of her.

It pressed against my skin, a caged beast struggling to be free.

But I’d waited so long for this moment..

. I refused to fuck it up by scaring Jacqueline—or worse.

Accidentally biting into her.

I breathed deeply, pulling the sharp scent of her arousal into my lungs. My mouth watered and my fangs popped out. Closing my eyes, I clenched my jaw until my fangs retracted, then I gripped her ass and leaned in to drag my tongue up the seam of her cunt.

Her body trembled and I smiled, then repeated the motion, tasting her slowly, savoring her. I wouldn’t rush this moment along because of desperation, even though sinking inside this woman and watching her come undone on my cock was all I’d fantasized about for months.

Well. Not all . I’d imagined tasting her. Touching her.

Dreamed of making her mine in every possible way.

The blood I’d consumed during last night’s visit to the bank still pumped through my veins, heated and thrumming with life.

My cock sat heavy between my legs, hard and full as I licked between Jacqueline’s thighs.

Each swipe of my tongue brought more of her essence into my body, and each whimper from her sweet mouth made me ache for her.

I licked a slow circle around her entrance, then pressed my mouth over her mound and tongued her clit with firm strokes.

She moaned and I hummed against her flesh, flicking my tongue over her clit harder and faster. “Such a good girl,” I purred, and Jacqueline bucked her hips against my face. I’d known women who had a weakness for praise, but this one took the cake.

I tightened my fingers on her ass, then hummed against her again, lowering my mouth to drive my tongue inside her.

“Oh god,” she moaned, and I held her to me with one hand while I reached the other up to massage her breasts.

“Vinny, god .” She arched, pressing her hips against my face, and my cock jerked in response.

I couldn’t wait much longer, even though feasting on this woman was far better than I even imagined.

I circled her clit with my tongue, then pulled it into my mouth and sucked.

Jacqueline’s moan was loud and shuddering. With her fingers tangled into the bedding, she pressed the backs of her thighs against my shoulders, muscles flexing for leverage, and tilted her hips higher, pressing her sweet cunt against my mouth.

“Vinny,” she moaned, and I shuddered in response to how good my name sounded when it spilled from her lips.

Fuck. I was done for.

I’d never get enough of her. The taste of her, the scent.

.. the way she moaned, whimpered... the hills and valleys of her body, from her thick, strong thighs to the soft swell of her lower belly, the way her perfect little tits bounced when she ground against my face.

.. the frustration in her eyes when I pulled back to appreciate the view and she lifted her head to meet my gaze. ..

“Vinny,” she murmured, “I want you.”

Music to my fucking ears. I’d waited so long for those words.

With one last slow, torturous lick, I released her and rose to my feet, then nodded toward the headboard as I shoved my pants down and freed my cock.

It bounced, heavy with need, and I cupped my hand around it as she scooted backwards quickly.

When her gaze fell to my cock, she licked her lips hungrily and I smiled.

Stroking myself slowly, I stepped out of my jeans and climbed back onto the bed to kneel between her legs.

Bending over her body, I rested my cock against her slick heat, smiling when she opened wider to feel me.

I leaned down and ran my tongue across her bottom lip.

“You taste so fucking good. Open up so I can show you.”

She made a sound of pleasure deep in her throat as she opened up to me and it was all I could do not to drive inside her and fuck her senseless.

But Jacqueline deserved more than a quick fuck.

So I kissed her slowly, deeply, each stroke of my tongue a promise.

I intended to fuck her slowly and deeply too.

As we kissed, I rocked my hips, dragging my cock through her wetness.

Spreading her legs wider, she reached behind me and grabbed my ass, trying to take control, but I held still and her strength was no match for mine.

Jacqueline rocked her hips, fingernails digging into my skin until I grunted from the pain, then chuckled as I reached behind me to peel her hands away and brought them up over her head.

“Greedy little Fiorino.” With her wrists in one hand and my cock in the other, I pressed the crown against her entrance and tilted my head. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Jacqueline growled, locking her ankles behind me and using the strength in her legs to claim my cock in one quick, easy movement.

I shuddered as I sank inside her, relishing the way it felt to finally bottom out, as if my cock and her cunt were always meant to be linked like this... and we’d been helpless to resist. She moaned in such a way that I wondered if she hadn’t also been waiting a lifetime for this moment.

My hunger roared, desperate to take control, the pressure beating against my skin almost too consuming to bear. It wanted to take her, break her, make her mine in every possible way. My mouth watered with the desire to drink from her veins. My hands ached to grab. Clutch.

Claim .

I closed my eyes and held still, stopping my breath so the intoxicating scent of her could no longer assault my senses. I’d have to contain the monster before we continued—or risk harming her.

“Vinny,” she whispered. “Your fangs.”

Closing my mouth to hide them, I nodded and opened my eyes, terrified of what I’d see when I looked down at her. Terrified of the horror I’d see in her eyes, the fear—

But no sooner than I could curse my undead existence, she reached up and ran her fingertip over the tip of my left fang.

My cock jerked inside of her, reminding us both of the connection, and she smirked. Something about that look in her eyes, that lust mixed with a hint of awe damn near short-circuited my brain.

Beneath it all was trust. A trust I couldn’t possibly be worthy of.

I wanted to be.

I closed my eyes again to concentrate. “Just hold still and I can get them to retract.”

“I’m not afraid,” she whispered.

I opened my eyes. “You should be.”

She cupped my face in her hands. “I’m not afraid, Vincenzo.”

A shiver raced down my spine. “Christ.” I lowered down and tucked my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in greedily. “Say that again... my name.”

“Vincenzo,” she purred.

My cock jerked again and I rocked my hips, smiling against her throat when she moaned, the sound filled with relief. Her walls clenched around me, pulsing with need as they gripped my cock.

Squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my jaw against the desire to sink my teeth into her neck, I pulled out of her slowly, focusing on the sensual drag of flesh against flesh, then drove back in even slower.

Jacqueline rocked with each stroke of me, lifted her hips to meet each thrust, and as the speed picked up and we found the perfect tempo, she murmured my name as she dug her nails into my shoulders.

When her moans became grunts, my name became disjointed on her lips, each syllable broken by the thrusts of my cock, I had to bite into my bottom lip to keep from biting her.