Page 71 of The Vampire's Seduction

“What—” Olivia gasped as he tore apart her pants, exposing her skin to cool air.

“I told you; I want to taste you.” He pushed her farther up the bed before scooting down lower.

“Wait.” Her brain had trouble forming words. “You can’t.” A shudder shot through her when his lips grazed her inner thigh. Was he suggesting…?

He lifted his head, his eyes red and raw desire sharpening his features. “You want me to stop?”

No, God no.But the words didn’t come. Her cheeks heated. “I’m just… I’ve never…”

The look of his hunger intensified. “Not once?” His smile was like a shark’s. “You mean, all those men seducing you, and they didn’t do this?”

His tongue sweeping between her folds and up to her clit had her hips arching off the bed.

“Marek!” His name escaped her in a yelp, but he didn’t respond, fully concentrating on pleasuring her. Ecstasy infused her veins like a drug. His mouth on her… oh God. Olivia dug her fingers into the sheets as she writhed under his onslaught. He held her thighs wide, his wet tongue swirling over her clit one second before dipping into her channel. She pumped her hips into him, crazed with hunger.

“Yes, Marek. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged, her body and mind focused on only one thing.

His mouth closed over her nub again, his tongue finding an area that made her entire body go tight. His fingers inside her, stretching her, increasing the pressure. Between his finger and his tongue, she stood no chance. Her muscles spasmed. Black dots flashed over her vision as she climaxed, the waves of pleasure shooting all the way down to her toes.

Marek was her anchor to the world as sensations bombarded her. Her gaze locked on his crimson ones. Nothing of the man remained; a feral vampire glared back at her.

His fangs dropped, and her heart stopped.

Chapter Sixteen

Thenextsecondseemedto last an eternity.

Olivia knew she needed to push him away. To stop him in any way possible. But she froze, her entire being still trapped in the climax’s grip.

In everything he’d done for her.

It couldn’t be that bad being bonded to Marek, could it?

But the decision was taken out of her hands.

For Marek disappeared in a blur.

Several more heartbeats passed as Olivia regained her bearings, as her body came down from the last twinges of the orgasm. Her head, though, cleared much faster. Marek had almost fed from her. He’d almost lost control.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t scared or angry.

Only concerned. For him.

Her skin tingling from remnants of pleasure, she climbed out of bed, wrapped herself in a robe, and headed out to the living room. He was in the kitchen, facing the wall and away from her. Three empty blood bottles littered the counter. His shoulders curved inward, his body straining from tension.

“Stay away,” he growled, his voice guttural and demonic.

Olivia halted, not because she was afraid, but because he sounded genuinely in pain. “Should I leave?”

“No. I need a minute.”

She stepped back to give him some space. In the awkward silence, she said, “Thank you for stopping.”

He didn’t say anything and instead grabbed another bottle from the fridge. After he drained it, he finally slid her a glance. His eyes still glowed bright crimson. “I promised you I would wait.”

Her heart did a funny flip. “Yes, you did. Thank you.” Words seemed inadequate to describe the emotions swelling inside her.

Another minute passed before the tension seeped out of him. Marek’s shoulders drooped and he leaned against the wall. “Fuck,” was all he said as he scrubbed a hand over his face.