35. You’re Like my Own Personal Brand of Illegal Supps
You’re Like my Own Personal Brand of Illegal Supps
‘I’m yours.’
Micah’s mouth is on mine before the words have died from my lips. They’re warm and soft and everything I dreamed they would be.
Tangling in his hair, I can’t get close enough. I want to crawl inside him, to fuse my soul with his.
I make inarticulate sounds, demanding more as I open my mouth to him.
He sweeps inside, deepening the kiss, devouring me.
At the feel of his fangs against my tongue, I climb onto his lap, my dress rising to the tops of my thighs as I push him backwards, and he lets me.
His hands roam over my back, my hips, the bare skin of my thighs, everywhere, all at once, burning a trail of destruction.
My breath catches at the feel of him hard against me, the evidence that he does want me, that I’m not imagining this.
It’s not a dream.
Micah pulls his mouth away, his hands holding me intimately against him. His eyes are a dark, raging fire, an untamed, unmasked hunger that finds its answer in mine.
‘Evangeline, I will not take you on the couch for the first time. Or the table. Or against the wall. Although those are all fantasies I have had.’ His smile, the flash of fangs, almost unravels me. There’s joy and hope in his midnight eyes that’s more intoxicating than his desire or his need.
In one swift move, he’s standing with me in his arms as time and distance condense. The castle is a blur around me as I cling to him. Within moments, we’re in his bedroom, holo-lights flickering to life. They’re set on low, casting shadows across the space.
Micah carries me to his bed, a large four-poster carved in dark wood, intricate designs winding up the posts to the finials set on top.
But he doesn’t lay me on it. Instead, he slides me down the length of his body, setting every nerve ending on fire as I feel every hard inch of him. I can’t grasp hold of a single thought as he reaches behind me, his eyes steady on mine, and slowly, inexorably, slides the zipper of my dress down.
Stepping back, his gaze is predatory as he watches it pool on the floor, leaving me standing in a black lace thong and heels. His eyes darken, the skin on his cheekbones tight as my breasts peak under the intensity of his heavy gaze.
‘I think you’re overdressed,’ I manage to squeeze the words from my throat, forcing them out of my bone-dry mouth.
His low laugh and the smile I love send heat scorching through my veins.
I know he could have his clothes on the floor beside my dress in a blink.
Instead, he shrugs out of his jacket, slowly moving his fingers to the buttons on his shirt.
I can’t tear my gaze away as one by one they come undone, showing perfect muscle beneath velvet skin.
The tattoos winding up his arms, across his shoulders and chest, are stark in the low holo-lights, a contrast to his warm bronze skin.
‘Is this better?’ he teases me, the words warm and intimate, gliding across my oversensitive skin like silk.
Clenching my hands with the need to touch him, I want to explore every damn inch. Over and over again.
I can’t form a single coherent word as his hand goes to his pants. As if it’s suddenly too slow, in a second, he’s naked before me. One hand grips my hair, tilting my head back as his mouth takes mine again. Somehow, his other hand pins both of mine behind my back.
I’m drowning in the taste and feel of him. I want more, almost shaking from the need to touch his skin, but he’s holding me away from him. My sound of protest and demand meets his unyielding lips as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, teasing and tormenting me.
‘I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you, Evangeline.’
My body goes loose and tight at the same time, heat pooling inside me, a pounding drumbeat that demands satisfaction.
Releasing my hands, Micah places both of his on my hips and backs me against his bed.
I almost claw at him, at the distance between our bodies, and I hear his low laugh, see the predatory smile as his onyx eyes sweep over me. Stars ignite in the darkness, galaxies coming to life in his gaze, skin gilded with gold beneath the holo-lights.
Before I can take another breath, my Vampire lifts onto the edge of the bed.
‘I’ve imagined this moment so many times, dreaming and waking.
You’ve haunted me for far too long. I want this to last. To wring every ounce of pleasure from you until all you know in this world is the feel of my skin against yours.
Until all you can think about is the way I fit inside you as if we were made for each other. ’
Micah’s words engulf me like an inferno that can’t be contained. Every nerve is strung taut, almost at breaking point, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Lying me back against the covers, he removes my thong. Then he’s on his knees before me, sliding my heels off my feet. I hear his intake of breath as he looks at me from between my legs.
Swiftly, I’m pulled to the edge as he grips my legs and places them over his shoulders. At the first touch of his mouth, his tongue and teeth, and the scrape of his fangs, I almost scream from the pleasure.
I’m wound so tight that the sight of him worshiping me sends me over the edge almost instantly. Shattering into a million pieces, he drinks me in until I can’t take any more.
Micah rises over me, a fallen angel carved from darkness as his wings flare out, casting shadows across my body.
My Vampire stares down at me as his shadows spool out to ghost over my skin. Grasping my wrists, they pin my hands above my head, as more roam over every inch of me- my stomach, my breasts, my thighs. I’m writhing beneath his phantom touch, desperate for his hands to replace his shadows.
‘Tell me what you want, Evangeline.’ His voice is a low demand, eyes burning coals of fire.
My thoughts are almost incoherent. What do I want? How do I want our first time to be? He’s putting my wants, my needs, my desires above his own.
‘I want you to fuck me so hard the world shatters as I come around you. I want to scream your name until my throat is sore. I want to forget anything exists except you and me and this.’ Later, there will be time for slow and sweet. To revel in being together after waiting for so long.
Micah’s eyes turn wholly black as I watch his body tighten and go still. Then a primal sound rips from him, echoing through the room.
So fast I’m spinning, I’m pushed further onto his bed, his hands replacing his shadows as he leans over me, wings flared wide over his back.
I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Micah as his hands burn a path down my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
‘Be careful what you ask for, Evangeline.’ His smile is pure Vampire, pure predator, pure Alpha male.
Raising my mouth to his in silent demand, he takes it violently, releasing my caged hands.
Finally, they meet his skin, and I make a noise of mingled desperation and satisfaction as they roam across his sculpted chest, his ridged abdomen.
I want everything, all of him, all at once.
I’m lost in the desert, and he’s my oasis.
But when I move them lower, he pulls out of reach, laughing against my mouth. I growl in response.
‘If you do that, this will be over far too soon.’
And I know what I want more than anything.
Tilting my neck in offering, I rake my nails lightly across his chest.
‘Are you sure?’ It’s a tightly controlled whisper, his face a mask of pure hunger.
‘Have all of me, Micah.’ I want no barriers between us. I want to give him as much as he’s giving me.
Instead of using his fangs, his hand grips my neck, slicing my skin with a nail.
His eyes go feral at the sight of blood welling as I turn my head to the side, and he slides his hand into my hair to hold me in place.
Then his tongue is on me, flicking over my skin.
He groans deep in his throat and fastens his mouth to my neck, fangs scraping over the sensitive skin, but he doesn’t sink them in yet.
Instead, he’s slow and gentle, licking my blood as if it’s a delicacy he wants to savor.
My hands slide into his hair, holding his mouth to my neck as pleasure coats my veins, pulsing in my blood. Then he rises onto his knees, lifting me with him. Positioning me over him, I place my hand on his shoulders as he lowers me onto him, his mouth still fastened to my neck.
Micah thrusts into me, once, twice, as far as he can go, stretching me to accommodate his size.
Holding onto him, I meet every stroke of his cock, the sight of his wings as they catch the light unraveling me.
That’s all it takes for me to clench around him as waves of world-ending pleasure crash through me, saying his name over and over like a prayer to a fallen god.
But he’s an immortal Vampire, and it’s not enough. He was right, it will never be enough.
Tipping me backwards, I wrap my legs around his back as he thrusts into me over and over, harder and faster.
Finally, he slides his fangs into my neck, and every part of me is on fire as he drinks from me and fills me at the same time.
Nothing has ever felt this good. I’m fire and ice, darkness and light, everything and nothing, the beginning and the end.
Watching the light play over his wings, covering us in shadow, he drives me higher and higher. Tilting my hips, I arch into him. He slides his fangs out, pulling back so he can watch himself moving in and out of me.
Reaching behind him, I run my hand, my nails, down one wing. Micah tips his head back as a primal sound of pleasure tears from his soul. Grasping my hips, he raises them higher, anchoring me as he drives his cock into me harder, deeper, faster, until I’m screaming his name like a promise kept.
Capturing his mouth, I taste my blood on his lips.
As I drink him like the Holy Grail, his movements become uncontrolled as he careens over the edge.
Face a mask of agony and ecstasy, Micah roars as he comes apart inside me.
Waves of pleasure tip shatter through me again as he spills inside me over and over, until we’re both shuddering and panting.
When we finally come to ourselves, he holds me tightly against him, face buried in my neck as the world slowly rights itself.
‘You were worth waiting for.’ Micah holds himself up on his arms so he can watch my face. ‘I’m only sorry it took so long.’
He brushes my hair back from my face, and I feel tears gather. Pushing them determinedly back, I pour everything I can’t say in words into my kiss.
‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ I smirk up at him when we break apart.
‘Do I need to prove myself again?’ His star-swept eyes lock with mine, full of promise.
‘Immortals recover fast, right?’ I tease him.
Micah is instantly hard inside me as his smirk widens. Then he flips me onto my front, trailing kisses up my back until he reaches my neck.
‘I’ll take that as a challenge,’ he growls into my ear.