Page 25 of Forty Deaths Till Us Part
I wanted to respond, but Rene flipped me onto my back so quickly, my breath caught in my lungs. He was on top of me, with his arousal pressing against my core.
My eyes slipped closed as he slid his erection through my slick folds. “I need you too.” It was true, and the admission sprung from my soul like a geyser.
Rene propped himself up before he slid the blunt tip over my aching core, sending my desire skyrocketing. I was surprised at how quickly my insides melted and the coil tightened in my abdomen, searching for release. That ultimate high that only my vampire lover could gift me.
His mouth returned to mine as his lips teased me. As I was getting caught up in his kiss, and time seemed to melt away, he pushed the swollen head into my tight channel. I cried out as my body tightened around him and the pressure increased. The euphoria of having him inside me was like being in another stratosphere and I clutched his shoulders, praying this was the start of a long life together and not the end.
“Relax, little bird. I seek only your pleasure. Forget the events of this evening and allow yourself to soar with me.” His mouth moved to my breast then and flicked a nipple. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure through me, and my muscles relaxed. I hadn’t realized I was so tense until he mentioned it, but it felt like a belt loosening.
Rene slipped his hand between our bodies and rubbed my sensitive nub. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he remained in place, concentrating on the slow rhythm he created. He never complained about the restraint it took to ensure I experienced the ultimate pleasure when we were together. His patience was as impressive as his manhood and his power. As he stroked me, my hips automatically responded, and I moved against his hand.
“Fly with me, little bird. Prove that those years of loneliness were worth every tortuous second.” His voice was low and deep, but I was too caught up in what he was doing to respond, so I nodded and kissed his lips. His finger never stopped thrumming my nub while he moved slowly in and out of me.
“That feels so damn good. Don’t stop.” The confession was ripped from my soul like a talisman.
He smiled at me as he pulled out and thrust back in. I arched toward him, allowing more access as his thumb continued to press my nub, and his mouth nibbled my neck. He gradually increased the tempo, then gazed into my eyes, showing me how much he loved me. There was no denying that look. It was strife, hope, and resilience. All wrapped in a handsome dark bow of power. A gift to me alone. And I thanked god for it as he continued the sensual slide into my body.
His thick shaft was an iron rod pistoning in and out of me as he increased his speed. My desire took over, and in seconds, I was moving with him. Matching each thrust with my own. The coil in my abdomen began to tighten as I reached the breaking point of my arousal.
Rene’s fingers twinned with mine before he brought them over my head. His thrusts intensified, leaving me powerless to do anything but bask in the erotic fire he created. “Let me taste you. Draw your blood.” He had promised me he would never take my blood without permission, but I would have given him anything at that moment.
“Yes.”
He groaned against my neck a second before his fangs punctured the flesh where my shoulder met my neck. The sensation was an intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. The initial sting was sharp, a quick, almost electric jolt that made me gasp. But as his teeth sank deeper, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a warm, pulsing sensation that radiated through my body.
My heartbeat quickened, each thud echoing in my ears, syncing with the rhythmic pull of his feeding. The world around meseemed to blur, the edges softening as I focused on the connection between us. There was an intimacy in the act, a merging of our essences that went beyond the physical.
A slow, tingling warmth spread from the bite, coursing through my veins like liquid fire. It was both soothing and exhilarating, a heady mix that made me feel alive in a way nothing else could. The bond between us deepened with each moment, a silent communication that spoke of trust, need, and an unbreakable connection.
I could feel Rene's strength, his presence enveloping me, grounding me in the here and now. His hands cradled my shoulders, steadying me as he drank, his touch a gentle anchor amidst the storm of sensations. I leaned into him, my own need mirroring his, our breaths mingling in the stillness.
As he withdrew the sharp burn of his teeth sent me hurtling over the edge and my orgasm washed over me like a marauding tsunami. His momentum increased before he joined me in blissful oblivion.
Coming together as one was the greatest high of my life, and I never wanted it to end. I cursed Brigid for trying to take Rene from the world. His power and intelligence were nothing compared to the compassion he let few see. I sighed contently as he moved his hips, and mini orgasms trickled through my body. Nobody could compare to Rene. If I lost him, there would be no other.
He moved to lie beside me and pulled me onto his shoulder.
My fingers traced his chest. “Do you only bite during sex?”
Rene kissed my forehead. “I will bite you often, but only to bring you pleasure. That is, of course, if you enjoyed it.”
“You know I did.”
“I hope in time you will return the experience. That is if...”
I placed my finger on his lips. “Don’t say it. You are stuck here... with me. Got it?”
Rene met my gaze. “Whatever my lady desires.”
CHAPTER 10
Ihadn’t meant to drift off. But I woke in the dimly-lit room, with the remnants of a nightmare swirling at the edge of my subconscious. The memory of Brigid’s attack was burned into my mind, an unsettling mix of fear and despair that sent shivers down my spine. Meanwhile, the crumpled sheets whispered of the passion we had shared, and I tried not to think it was the last time.
My face turned to the figure beside me, and I took in Rene’s serene presence. The vampire whose touch ignited a pleasure I had never known and left me wanting more. His once-smooth and perfect skin now held a gray roughness that denoted the poison slowly spreading through his veins. Half of his once-beautiful complexion had turned to a pitted granite. A cruel reminder we were running out of time. I had to consider bonding with him soon, but Rene had warned me there were no guarantees. Even a link to me may not save him.
I reached out tentatively, and my fingers traced the jawline of his ashen skin. The contrast between the sandpaper feel of stone and the remaining softness was a harsh reminder of the fallacy of immortality. His eyes were closed, and he took shallow breaths, which alerted me he was fighting an internal battle.That subtle rise and fall was a rhythmic reminder that life still coursed through his veins, while tainted by the compound that threatened to destroy him.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a subtle glow over his ashen features. The pain in my chest was like a stake in the heart, a sharp reminder that time was slipping through our fingers like grains of sand. Amidst the turmoil of my emotions, I recalled his declaration of love and accepted the undeniable beauty of the moment. Ours was a fierce love that refused to be extinguished.