Page 11 of Every Bite You Take (Midnight Siren Supernatural Cruises #1)

CHAPTER 11

KYLIE

D amien's tongue on my skin stirred the oddest sensation. Warm and wet, the feel of him lapping at my blood fascinated me. I didn’t look, though, not sure of my reaction. The last thing I wanted to do was pass out when this felt so intriguingly good.

I closed my eyes, focusing on how it felt. The sharp sting of the cut abated. What remained—it did surprising things to me, something deep and primal. Heat pooled between my legs. Was I truly feeling desire while a vampire tasted my blood?

What I’d told him about my past was true, but I couldn’t believe I’d revealed it to him. My father’s abandonment and the reason why had left me with so many complicated and sometimes conflicting emotions that it wasn’t something I shared. As I moved into my twenties and encountered more vampires, my curiosity grew. What was it about them that was so alluring that it could make a husband leave his wife? A father leave his child? Was it simply pure lust? Or could it be something more?

My father and stepmother were still together after all these years, so there had to be something deeper than desire holding them together.

I shook my head. Now was not the time to think of that. I opened my eyes and saw Damien’s were closed and dark lashes fanned over his cheeks. When he pulled away from my leg, I sucked in a breath, bracing myself for the sight of blood.

The wound was healed. Unmarred and with no traces of red remaining.

“What?” I began in a breathless tone, not even sure of my question. I knew what I’d asked him to do, but the entire encounter left me slightly unmoored.

The redness was gone from my leg, but it remained in his eyes. They glowed with a crimson sheen, gleaming with hunger, his strained expression revealing his struggle against his instincts. A flash of fear rose within, warning me he was a predator. It was quickly replaced by a more exhilarating sensation.

He gulped and concern flickered through his gaze. “How do you feel?” His voice sounded low and husky. He sat up beside me and searched my eyes.

I nodded, not sure I could find words. How he struggled against his darker instincts to focus on my well-being meant so much. I raised a trembling hand to stroke his chiseled jawline, his skin cool beneath my fingers.

“F-f-fine,” I stammered. “All the pain is gone.” I glanced at my leg, which showed no trace of the gash. “Thank you.” I swallowed. “I know it was difficult for you.”

We remained there, lost in each other’s eyes, as one heartbeat pounded into the next. My pulse raced as I stood on the edge with a vampire, who strangely made me feel safe around him. It would only take one tiny step to fall with him. This strange desire that pulsed through my veins entranced me. I’d never wanted to dance with danger like this ever before.

Temptation grew. Would a vacation fling with a vampire be so wrong?

“Damien?” I whispered. My gaze lowered to his lips—so perfectly sculpted. And his mouth, just moments ago swallowing my blood.

“Yes?” His voice sounded strained with need. Desire. Desire that reflected my desperate longing.

When I lifted my gaze to his once more, he was staring at my parted lips. When they met mine again, some of the redness had faded.

“I—I want you.” My voice sounded raspy.

We came together slowly, deliriously slow—until our lips brushed. Once we touched, whatever wall that remained between us tumbled down. Our mouths crashed as we desperately grasped for each other. Something primal ignited inside me as I reached for him, a powerful thrum flowing through my veins.

He growled against my lips before deepening the kiss and tangling his tongue with mine. The unmistakable tang of my blood sent a wave of forbidden desire through me.

Damien broke away just a centimeter. “Fuck, Kylie. I want you. So bad.” His voice sounded hoarse.

“Yes.” I pulled him closer to me, and we tumbled together onto his bed. He lowered his body over mine, and I traced my fingers over his shoulder blades and down his back.

His large hands roamed over my body, and I leaned into his touch, craving more. He bent down and kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. As he caressed my breasts, he let out a low groan against my lips. His hand moved down, down, edging along the hem of my dress, and then he slipped it under.

While he traced his fingers up my thighs, need burned inside me. I was on fire, yearning for more of him.

He broke away from my mouth. “Your skin is so hot,” he murmured. “So soft.”

Desperate to feel him, I reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. “I need to see you.” He pulled it off his body, revealing his smooth, pale skin. He was beautiful, his torso lean and muscular. I ran my hands over his hard chest and reached up to kiss him again.

While he claimed my mouth, I moaned gently, urging him to continue. I ran my hands down to his lower back.

He slid his hand over the edge of my panties and then paused, pulling back a centimeter. “Is this all right?”

“Yes,” I practically screamed out—anything to get him to continue.

He slipped his finger inside my panties and along my slit. I gasped, arching against him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, his tone a dark rumble. He pushed a digit inside me and let out a low moan. “So ready.”

“I want you.” My voice was breathy with need.

Damien pulled his finger out and slid down my body, kissing and caressing as he descended. When he pulled my dress up higher, I lifted myself up enough to help pull it overhead. He kissed my shoulder and down along the top seam of my bra before unhooking it. Once he removed it and tossed it to the floor, I fell back on the bed, my hair spreading across his pillow.

His gaze raked over me. “You’re so beautiful.” He traced his index finger over my side and then followed it with kisses. He caressed one breast, teasing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before he covered it with his mouth. He took his time savoring each breast, and my desire surged as I longed to have him inside me.

He continued his descent, exploring my body. As he reached my inner thighs, he let out a hot breath that made me squirm. He inhaled and let out a rumbling growl. “And you smell so fucking good.”

He slid my panties down, and I arched up. My breath came hard as I waited, desperately waited.

And then his tongue was on me. I sank deeper into the bed with a relieved sigh.

As he tasted me, I couldn't speak. All I could do was lose myself in the sensations. He added a finger, and I moaned. I clenched around him as I craved his touch. He read my body perfectly, anticipating what I needed before I was even aware of it.

He brought me higher and higher. I reached for him, grasping at whatever I could touch, and ran my fingers through his hair. My upper body arched as he seized control. He applied more pressure and I broke. I unraveled with a cry as I crashed over him, losing all sense of time as I fell.

When Damien pulled himself upright, I gazed at him from under lowered lids. His eyes were wild, his rock star hair disheveled.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“You taste unbelievable.”

I reached for him, my body still trembling with the aftershocks. “I’m naked and you have on far too much clothing.” I fumbled for his belt and unbuckled it. He pushed his pants and boxers down, shedding the remainder of his clothing. As he stood before me, fully erect, I drank in the sight of him and bit my lower lip. So smooth. So hard. So ready.

I brushed my fingers along his cock. He groaned and dropped his head back, his eyes closed halfway. I wrapped my fingers around his width and slid along it, stroking his smooth shaft.

“Kylie,” he murmured in a raspy tone. “That feels so good.”

Yes, absolutely. I loved seeing the effect I had on him. It gave me a strange sense of power after I’d been completely under his spell.

He opened his eyes, his dark gaze meeting mine. “I’m crazy for you. Need to be inside you.” His voice trailed off, strained.

“Yes.”

After a quick question about condoms, we agreed they weren’t necessary. Pregnancy or diseases didn’t come into play with a vampire. And then he edged over me, positioning himself at my entrance. He slid in slowly, carefully, inch by inch—damn, he was big. He pushed in more once I stretched to accommodate him.

I pulled him deeper in, wrapping my arms and legs around him until he started to move. My body followed his pace, matching each thrust as we found our rhythm together.

He thrust harder, faster, and the intensity rose. It was almost overwhelming, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more, needed more.

Then his fangs extended from his lips, surprising me. His eyes glowed with that crimson hue once more as his gaze fixed on my neck. A wild, savage hunger appeared to rise in him, reminding me that he wasn’t human—and what he craved.

I’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. A part of me was scared, the other curious. What would it feel like to go for it? Let him bite me?

He drove in wild, hard, a predator clawing on the edge of control. His struggle to control his desires inflamed my desire. I grasped him as the fire in me grew and the pressure intensified.

The words were on the tip of my tongue.

He growled, thrusting harder. And then I was lost.

Flying, flying, falling.

As I shattered, he let out a feral growl. He rasped out my name as he rocked into me with three powerful thrusts. I clung to him and we tumbled into the abyss together.