Page 145 of Vampire So Vengeful

“I could never have enough of the taste of you,mon amour,” he murmured against her, then his tongue returned, tracing higher, sliding between the cheeks of her bottom and probing warm and wet.

“Antoine,” she gasped, the word melding into a whimper, and she shuddered in pleasure beneath him.

It was almost too much, and then his tongue descended once more. He became a demon with it, circling her clit one moment, exploring within the next, no time to breathe between sensations; cheating as he used his vampiric speed to be everywhere at once.

Her hands fisted in the sheet, her grip the only thing grounding her as he tormented and teased her. She needed more; it was never quite enough friction. Perpetually keeping her at the edge of the release she craved. She tried to push back against him, but he just chuckled and clasped her thighs tighter as his tongue went back to work.

She slid a hand down beneath herself, her fingers brushing against her clit, but he captured her wrist and pulled it away, ignoring her moans of frustration. His tongue never stopped, playing with her,punishingher. It had to be deliberate, as if he could somehow tell exactly how far he needed tonotgo.Bastard.

“Please.” The word slipped out on a breath, but it wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t relent, didn’t give her a moment of respite. Such exquisite torture, and all she could do was embrace it. “Antoine… please…”

“Do you want something,ma chérie?” He licked again, slow and long, and as he did, he curled one arm further around herthigh, until he could reach her clit. The barest touch, just one fingertip, and it still wasn’t enough.

“More…please.” She was begging and she knew it, but she didn’t care; she was his. Yes, it was torture, but so delicious that she couldn’t think, only feel. If he would just give her that little bit more.

The sting of his fangs piercing her thigh made her eyes flick open, her breath catch in her throat, and then the pleasure of his fully-restored serum burst through her body. It wasn’t just that; his fingers brushed across her clit, finally pushing her over the edge.

It was so much; overwhelmingly, wildly, beyond her control, and if she could’ve found the breath, she’d have screamed into the sheets. He drew another mouthful of her blood, and her whole body seemed to throb in response, her orgasm pulsating through her in a flood that didn’t seem like it would ever stop.

Antoine tongued the punctures on her thigh, healing the soft ache of the bite, and his hold relaxed around her legs, letting her sink into the mattress. At some point, he’d shoved a pillow beneath her hips, and she hadn’t even noticed. But she sank into it now, her muscles still quivering in the aftershocks of pleasure that kept coming, and she wasn’t sure how she was breathing, or if she was even breathing at all.

“That’s better,” he said as he rose over her, “now I smell of nothing but you. That is how it should be.”

His length brushed between her thighs, his hips pressed against her ass, and before she could articulate any kind of reaction, he pushed inside her.

“Oh fuck… too sensitive…”

“Yes,ma chérie, but now we feel every movement, do we not?”

How could he be so goddamn lyrical at a time like this? The hint of his rolling French accent, so delectable to the ear, entwined with the amatory implications of his words. It was enough to make her shudder beneath him, even without the feeling of his penetration, stretching and filling her within.

“Oh God.”

“That is not the name I will make you cry out,” he said, his tone possessive as he gripped the back of her neck once more. “You declared yourself mine,mon amour, and I will take you as such.” He began to move against her, and where before he had used his vampiric speed, now he persisted in going as slow as humanly possible. Another exquisite torture.

“Fuck me already.”

“I believe I already am.”

“Harder, you bastard.”

“I do this not only to torment us both, but as a test of my own control.” His breathing grew heavier and he shuddered over her. “You don’t understand what it is to be inside you.”

“Tell me then,” she said through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut against the euphoric intensity of every movement he made.

“Like dominion and obsession envelop me.” His voice was short of breath, as if it were a struggle to control himself. “Yet without knowing whether I claim you, or you claim me.”

“Both,” she replied, raising her hips to meet his thrusts.

“The warmth and wetness of your tight little pussy threatens to make me come in seconds, and only my pride prolongs the pleasure.”

“Deliciously dirty,” she muttered into the sheet, “but if you don’t fuck me harder, I’m going to try out the compulsive power of our bond.”

“And that is the true test of my control,mon amour; to not take you like an animal as soon as I’m inside you.”

“Stop saying beautiful things and just take me like that, damn it.”

He growled, his hips jerking forward, the impact of flesh meeting flesh filling the room with gratifying sounds, even as she whimpered into the sheet with the intensity of it.