Chapter 26
F or what seemed like an eternity, Simon didn’t move.
He stood a foot away from me with wide eyes that roamed every inch of my exposed skin. His hands fluttered at his sides, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. My heart galloped in my throat while I waited, even as a warmth built deep within me beneath the weight of his gaze.
“Lucinda.” His voice was barely a whisper now. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
I inclined my chin. “You told me to do whatever I wanted for three days. This is what I want.”
Simon swore, and the word on his lips sounded feral. I stepped forward, lifting my hand to place on his chest. He caught it before I could touch him, and we both looked between our hands and each other’s faces. I froze—waiting. Waiting for him to push me away. Waiting for him to touch me. Waiting.
Then, ever so slowly, he lowered his mouth to mine.
I leaned up on my toes to meet him, an involuntary whine escaping me the instant we kissed. He held my wrist between us, his grip softening to allow me to place my hand on his chest. He was surprisingly warm; I’d always expected vampires to be cold.
Every inch of me trembled with anticipation. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this nervous to kiss anyone. I was a good kisser, and I enjoyed physical intimacy. Still, the thought of Simon touching me the way I wanted him to made my heart race and butterflies erupt deep in my stomach.
Simon deepened the kiss, his tongue finding mine. I dragged my hand over his chest, feeling every dip and curve of his torso. I settled on his hips, looping my fingers beneath the band of his sweatpants and pulling him against me. Simon took a slow step forward, nudging me backward. His hands fell to my hips, grazing over my ass before gripping my thighs and lifting me in one smooth movement. I yelped into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist.
God, he was delicious.
I lost myself in his mouth as he walked across the room, nudging the bedroom door open with his knee and stepping inside. It was so dark I could hardly see Simon’s face when I pulled away for a breath. He trailed his mouth down my cheek, nipping at my jaw, then dropping his lips to my neck. I sighed and tilted my head back to allow him access. He kissed me delicately, his tongue flicking against my skin a whisper before his lips.
A growl rumbled in Simon’s chest. He raised his head to look at me; black veins appeared. I licked my lips in anticipation, leaning down to slide my tongue into his mouth and flick the tip against one of his fangs—the sharp pain of breaking skin surprised me. Simon’s grip on my thighs tightened, and he closed his mouth over my tongue, sucking softly before releasing me.
I wasn’t prepared when he leaned forward and let go of me. I fell back onto the mattress with a cry of surprise, but was only alone for a moment before Simon crawled over my body. He kissed me again, his tongue finding my throbbing one immediately. My back arched into him, desperate for more of his touch. A whine escaped me as he kissed down my throat again, sucking softly where my shoulder met my neck.
That time, he kissed lower and lower. His tongue traced my collarbone, then down into the valley between my breasts. With an expert hand, he reached beneath me and unclasped my bra, tossing it aside. Simon met my gaze as he flicked his tongue over one of my nipples. I gasped at the sensation, writhing when he closed his mouth over it, swirling his tongue and sucking. He repeated the movement on the other side of my chest.
“Are you sure you want this?” He paused, looking up before kissing any lower.
I gripped his hair and pulled him up to my mouth, letting him taste the blood on my tongue again. “Touch me, Simon, please.”
“God,” he gasped, shivering.
He moved down my body again, kissing over my chest and stomach and leaving wet marks in his wake. He blew over them lightly; goosebumps erupted over my skin. When he made it to my hips, he sat up slightly and tilted his head to kiss the insides of my thighs. I melted into the sheets, my heart galloping.
A sharp pain caught my attention when his fangs brushed my skin and left a red mark. Simon glanced up, his mouth open to apologize. Before he could, I laced my fingers in his hair and brought his lips back down to the wound he’d made for him to run his tongue over it.
“Don’t move,” he warned half a second before he bit down.
I yelped, almost sitting up in surprise. The pain only lasted a moment, and then there was only Simon’s tongue lapping over a throbbing wound. His eyes met mine and darkened.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed as I watched the vampire between my thighs.
He lifted his mouth, and his lips were stained with my blood. I watched with wide eyes as he licked it off, looping his fingers beneath the band of my panties.
“Tell me, Lucinda, does your pussy taste as good as your blood?”
“Only one way to find out,” I squeaked as he pulled my panties off, leaving me bare before him.
Simon chuckled, licking his lips again. His eyes returned to normal and his fangs retracted. He blinked a few times before leaning down, kissing down the inside of my thigh that wasn’t bleeding until he found my core. Electricity shot through me as he licked up my center, moaning as he did.
I gripped the sheets on either side of me, writhing beneath his tongue—which was better than I ever could have imagined. Simon licked and sucked, his moans of satisfaction driving mine. I rocked my hips up toward his mouth, my gasps and cries growing louder with each swirl of his tongue.
Right when I thought I might come, he lifted his head.
“Fuck,” I swore.
Simon sat up. “Such a dirty mouth, Lucinda.”
“You know exactly what you did,” I started angrily.
Simon reached forward, his fingers on my lips silencing whatever argument I might have had. He pushed two of them into my mouth, and I opened for him with wide eyes.
“That’s it, my darling. Get them nice and wet for me,” he said.
I swirled my tongue around his fingers, my eyes never leaving his. Simon dragged his tongue over his fangs as he watched me, his chest heaving like he fought to control himself. When he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers from my mouth, admiring them for a moment before slipping them between my thighs.
My mouth fell open as he pushed them both inside me at once, slowly at first. He curled them and I trembled, unable to catch my breath. I couldn’t look away from him, forever trapped in the melting emeralds of his eyes. His fingers moved faster and faster, fucking me more deliciously than I ever thought possible. His palm rubbed against my clit perfectly, rebuilding the friction he’d denied me minutes before.
I pushed my hips harder into his hand as my orgasm built inside me, tighter and tighter. Simon growled, grabbing both my hands and pinning them above my head.
“Come now, Lucinda,” he snarled.
I did.
I shattered beneath him, prisoner to the pleasure rolling through me in tidal waves. Simon held me down and continued thrusting his fingers into me until I was a shaking, whimpering mess.
Finally, he released me, sitting back on his heels. I watched with wide eyes as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. His eyes fluttered and rolled back at the taste of me. “Exquisite,” he breathed.
Simon stood from bed, and I almost followed him. His eyes darkened in warning, and I fell back against the pillows with a sigh. He hooked his fingers beneath his sweatpants, holding my gaze as he slid them down. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. My eyes widened as I took in his naked body.
“Fuck,” I said, then cleared my throat and lifted my gaze back to his face. Simon smirked. “Are you going to let me suck your cock?”
He licked his lips. “Yes, I am.”
I sat up and moved to kneel in front of him. Simon brushed my hair out of my face, gently cupping my cheek and tilting my head up. He leaned down to kiss me deeply, then released me. I closed my hand around his length; my mouth watered at the thought of putting him in my mouth.
I leaned up and pressed my tongue flat against the tip, moaning at the salty taste as it washed over me. Simon sucked in a sharp breath. Watching him, I closed my mouth over him, deliberately moaning deeply as I slid my mouth all the way down his length, then back up again. I repeated the movement, pride rushing through me at the stream of expletives that fell from Simon’s mouth.
Lifting my mouth, I took a deep breath and pumped him in my hand before ducking my head lower and dragging my tongue over his sack. Simon’s hand found my hair, wrapping it in a knot and holding me exactly where I was as he gasped. I glanced up, watching his head fall back. I chuckled against him, licking and sucking lightly for a moment longer before returning to his length and taking him as deep as I could.
Simon tugged on my hair hard enough for me to fall back on my knees. “That’s enough,” he snarled. “Get on the fucking bed.”
I did as he asked, scrambling back onto the mattress. He gripped both my ankles, flipping me over so my ass was in the air.
He paused with his hands roaming over my back and thighs. His fingers danced over the tattoos on my spine, tracing each of them before he spoke again. “You should know that vampires can't procreate or carry STDs. Would you like me to wear a condom anyway?”
I sat up, leaning back to kiss him. “Thank you for asking. No, I don’t mind.”
He nodded, returning my kiss. Then, he nudged me forward so I was bent over in front of him again. I wiggled my hips teasingly. He snarled, gripping my hips tightly. His fingers brushed over my core again, pushing into me inch by inch. I moaned and pushed my hips back into his hand.
“That’s it, my darling. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock.”
I shivered as his words ran over my skin. Simon tangled his hand in my hair again and tugged my head back as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. My cries echoed through the room as the pleasure he offered coursed through me. I was soaking wet around him, more than ready for whatever he had planned for me.
His fingers slipped from me and his hand landed on my ass with a smack . I yelped, pushing my hips back into nothing in feral desperation.
Simon chuckled. “Are you ready for me now, Lucinda?”
“I’m fucking desperate for you,” I growled.
“Good.”
I barely felt him press against my entrance before he was entirely inside me, his hips flush against mine. I sobbed in delight, and he pulled my hair harder, arching my back toward him. Simon held my hair in one hand and my hip with the other. He pushed in and out of me once, twice, three times.
Then, whatever control he had shattered. He thrust into me hard and fast as my desperate cries rose in volume. I was sure the whole building could hear my pleasure, and I didn’t care.
I wanted more.
He gave it.
His hips pounded against mine as he fucked me. I yelped the instant his hand dropped from my hip to between my thighs, touching me where I was the hottest for him. He rubbed circles over my clit rapidly, and I clenched around him as my orgasm built inside me.
Oh, my fucking god .
I was only half aware of sobbing Simon’s name over and over again, begging him for the pleasure I already knew was imminent.
“That’s it, my darling. Wait for me,” he demanded.
I wasn’t sure I could, but I nodded anyway. Simon’s thrusts came impossibly faster and harder. His hand shifted, and he pinched my clit between two fingers. I screamed in delight.
“Now,” he growled.
I shattered. Simon shattered.
The whole world came apart around us.
A while later, I rolled toward Simon, brushing my wet hair out of my face. He’d carried me to the shower after we could both breathe again, and I’d stood beneath the hot water as he washed my skin. He’d given me a bandage for the bite mark on my thigh. Now, we lay naked next to each other as the first rays of sunlight crept into the sky.
“Are you awake?” I whispered.
His eyes fluttered open and were full of amusement. “Yes, my darling.”
I beamed at him. “I’d like to take you up on your offer to take me to Versailles today.”
“I thought you were going with your sister?” he asked, boosting himself up on one elbow.
I shrugged. “I want to go with you.”
Simon watched me for a moment and took a deep breath. “Alright, Lucinda, I will take you. Get some rest first, please.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m not tired.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Clearly, I did not do a good enough job fucking you, then.”
I laughed. “You did great. I feel exhilarated.”
He rolled forward, kissing me deeply. “Shut your eyes and go to sleep.”
I squeezed them shut dramatically with a laugh. “It’s not working.”
“Impossible woman.”