Chapter 33
Thirty-Three
Kosmina’s lips called to Silt to deepen the kiss. His tongue dipped between them, seeking hers.
She gave a muffled cry as she met him with an eager lap, so clearly out of her element. Innocent vampire . . .
Yet what he experienced with her was so different from what he’d known that he might as well be a novice. Pleasure mingled with confusion, both heightened in turn. So he channeled all his jagged new emotions into this kiss. Slanting his mouth across hers, he took and gave.
Her arousal soon melted away any inhibition, and she met him stroke for stroke. She fisted his tunic, her hips grinding against him in a tantalizing dance.
Too good. Between her response and her sensuous curves, his cock surged precariously, and he drew back.
Her lustrous gaze locked on his mouth. “Don’t stop. Why are we stopping?”
Voice unrecognizable, he said, “Trying to pace myself here.” Not a customary issue for him. Buying time, he leaned down to run his chin over the tip of one of her ears, back and forth, wondering if she’d be sensitive?—
He found himself shoved back on the couch, a wild-eyed vampire atop him.
“That felt electric!” She ripped at his shirt, his lusty female demanding more. “I like this very much.”
He snatched the garment off. “Getting that impression,” he said, his tone sounding thrilled even to his own ears.
With heavy lids, she ran her hands over his chest, her palms smoothing over his tattoos. “You’re such a beautiful man.” The chest she rubbed swelled with pride. “I want to see more.” She yanked off his boots, tossing them over her shoulder. His pants were all but clawed away, leaving his cock to bounce before her.
“That’s what I’ve wanted to see,” she all but purred. “It’s even better than I fantasized.”
Her enthralled gaze was like a touch. Moisture beaded the tip, as it hadn’t done since he’d been decades old.
“Does it feel good when the head grows wet?”
Guh. “ Yes. Talk about it more. ” Her sultry voice alone could get him off!
“I’ll bet the slit across the crown is sensitive.” She leaned down and puckered her lips to blow a breath.
Air ghosted over it; his hips shot up to chase sensation. “Fuck!” Who had the magic between them? She could make him a thrall for her.
When her soft hands seized his length, his rod swelled even harder for her, and he gave her more pre-cum. With the pad of her forefinger, she rubbed the slickened head until his mind blanked, his knees falling wide.
Rubbing . . . rubbing . . . while he ground upward to her touch.
“I didn’t expect it to be so hot.”
He blinked to attention. “You’ve really never touched a male?”
A blush crept across her cheeks as she gave him a tentative stroke that had him twisting on the couch. “I’ve only had a furtive kiss or two.”
Infuriated that others had taken her lips before him, he tossed her to her back, intending to make her forget those kisses too. He clutched her blouse in his fists and tore away the material, but not quickly enough; she wriggled out of the garment remains.
He hissed in a breath at the sight of her breasts. Cherry-red nipples tipped pale mounds of flesh. “A mirage?” His imaginings hadn’t done these justice.
That blush returned to spread from her cheeks down her chest, but instead of covering herself, she sought his gaze. The expectancy in her eyes leveled him. She wanted him to tell her tender things, a language he simply did not know. So he would show her.
He bent down to remove her boots. Kisses across her sensitive ankles made her gasp. He tugged off her pants and underwear, then sank back on his haunches to behold her unclothed—like witnessing a new magic he’d never encountered.
She’d hungered to feed from his body; now he fed his senses from hers, drinking in her scents and these sights—every detail from her glossy hair spread out on the sofa to her impudent nipples to the plump folds of her blond sex.
A sensual medley that stupefied him. “Kosmina . . .” Lowering his head to one of her breasts, he kissed the flesh all around her nipple. She tunneled her fingers through his hair to guide him.
Determined to set the pace, he somehow resisted her. This teasing couldn’t be rushed. He alternately wanted to bind her tightly to him and send her flying. Lips above her nipple, he rasped, “Shall I suck it? Or graze it with my teeth?”
She arched her back. “ANYTHING!”
He grinned, descending closer . . . closer . . . When he exhaled an awed breath around the point, she murmured in Dacian, words that even he could tell dripped with arousal. “What are you saying?”
“Any shyness has burned away. I feel like I was made to be with you like this. I am nothing but need, sorcerer!”
“Good. That’s how I want you.”
“I ache . Suck me.”
“Soon.” He touched his tongue to her nipple, then swept it across the straining tip. More licks followed to toy with it, readying it. . . .
Plaintive sounds spilled from her lips.
Taking pity on her, he sealed his mouth around it. Tongue flicks turned hungry, and he took that nipple as if her body contained the secret of life. He only released her to blow on it.
Her body shivered, breasts quivering. “Silt!”
He turned to her other nipple, hardening that point as well, suckling it with a snarl. He edged the tip with his teeth, just shy of bringing blood to the surface.
She gripped his hair roughly, an aggressive vampire in the throes. Between breaths, she demanded, “More.”
“I’m going to torment you first.” He spoke with all the arrogance of a practiced expert, yet everything about this interaction continued to feel unfamiliar.
Kosmina’s pleasure was paramount—vastly more important than his own. Not for the first time with her, he had to wonder: What’s happening to me? Uneasiness simmered but was overrun by need.
Lids heavy, she said, “Then show me where this swagger comes from. You promised to take care of me. To make me wonder how I ever lived without you.”
Bold claims, but based on her initial responses to him, he said, “As good as done.” He descended her body, planning to eat her up then claim her fully. He frowned as he tongued her navel. Claim sounded permanent. Immortals had to tread carefully with permanence. “You’re about to benefit from my extensive experience.”
“Demonstrate. Please.” She parted her trembling thighs, revealing a glistening pink heaven.
Her scent swept him up; only the pain in his cock kept him tethered to this plane. He leaned down and inhaled her soaked curls, gone lightheaded. “Stunning female. With her sweet pussy.” His length dripped for it.
He bent his head, and his lips met hers. Pliant folds greeted his tongue, coating it with dew. A lost groan rumbled from his lungs as he drank from a spring of perfection.
She writhed. “Sorcerer . . . your tongue is wicked. Make me climax with it.”
He palmed her breasts to hold on, pressing her down into the couch. He wanted to build her pleasure. She demanded it now . So he flicked her little clit.
“Ahhh!” She dug her heels into the cushions and bucked to his mouth. Slippery flesh parted even more for his kiss.
“Mina!” He buried his face between her thighs and rimmed her tight entrance as he’d fantasized. But no fantasy could come close to capturing this. With his stiffened tongue, he claimed her core. Soon to claim her completely. Mine.
Stray thought: How could any pleasure exceed what he experienced now? Would he surrender revenge for more of it? Surrender smoke for more of it?
Yes.
Every night of the millennium.
Light drew his gaze upward as sorcery danced in the air. Whorling power enveloped them as his power sparked—not as it once had, but maybe this marked a beginning. The connection between him and Kosmina was like air and tinder, combining to feed a flame of magic.
He returned his kiss to her clit and replaced his tongue with his finger. Supple tightness gloved it as he slid it home. He added a second one, increasing the fullness.
“Release me, Silt! Please . . .”
He couldn’t deny her anymore. He thrust his fingers, screwing them inside her. When her channel tightened around his plunging fingers, he met her shocked eyes. Pumping his hand, he leaned down to suckle her clitoris, but he kept his gaze on hers.
“Ahhh!” Expression staggered, lips parted, she wouldn’t look away . . . holding his gaze . . . holding it . . .
Ecstasy seized her. She screamed in abandon.
He tongued and thrust, wringing her orgasm and snarling for more. He was the vampire, frantic to devour her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head when nothing could hold her anymore.