Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
AIDAN
I’m mere inches from feasting upon the most intoxicating woman of my life.
Her allure is truly like the most illicit drug, crafted exclusively for me.
My heart is beating like a war drum, and I can feel the blood in my veins pumping entirely too quickly.
I must calm myself, no matter how desperately I wish to devour the magnificent creature in front of me.
Now that she’s offered herself to me, I can have her in all the ways I’ve envisioned since our tryst last week.
Merely watching her spiral from my fingers was not enough to satiate the hunger she elicited.
I need to seat myself inside her, claim her from every position. I need to taste her on my tongue.
That will come first.
I grip Joanna’s hips firmly, urging her to remain still.
The height of the couch allows me to sit perfectly where I need to be.
Her core is glistening from arousal, and the smell is driving me to a primal state I’ve never experienced before.
Sex with other vampires can be carnal and messy, but I’ve never once felt as desperate as I do right now.
Joanna Shepherd is turning me into an animal.
I lick a straight line along her heat. She whimpers and one of her knees buckles, but I maintain my grip on her hips. It’s my first taste, and I’m nowhere near satisfied. I lick her again, this time trailing my tongue up to her belly button. She rests her hands on my shoulders and squeezes.
“Hold on as tight as you need, my little fly.”
Between heavy breaths, she says, “Please don’t refer to me as an insect while you’re licking my pussy.”
I snort and squeeze her ass. “Does it not please you? What shall I call you then? Ma fraise? You’re as sweet as one.”
Goosebumps raise along her skin, and I kiss every inch I can reach, starting with where her hip meets her thigh. I come back to her lower stomach and nip lightly at the flesh before me, in turn causing Joanna’s nails to dig into my shoulder blades.
“Are you planning to drag this out?” She’s squirming, just as I want her to.
“You praised my ability to satisfy you, did you not?” My thumb moves to her clit and presses against it. “But you only experienced an ounce of what I can give you. Don’t rush me.”
She lets out a short moan, cutting it off before letting me know just how intensely she’s reacting to my touch. “I never said anything about praise,” she says haughtily between heavy breaths.
This woman truly does not know how to relax. There’s a part of me that wants to understand why, but that would require crossing the emotional boundary we’ve set.
I place my hand against her inner thigh and shift one leg further from the other. With more room to play, I pull her flush against my face and get to work.
Joanna nearly falls backward at the sensation of my mouth on her again, but I hold her steady.
With one hand splayed against her lower back and the other gripping her hip, I press my tongue against the apex of her thighs, interchanging a deep pressure with a light lick.
I let go of her hip and slide two fingers inside her, knowing she’s ready for it.
My fingers are coated in her arousal, and as I pump steadily into her, my tongue continues to suck and add pressure.
She’s quivering against me, already so close, but it’s way too soon to let her cum, so I pull my fingers out and push her away.
As she’s dazedly swaying on her feet, I stand up and shove her to the couch, a little too forcefully.
Her knees fall to the cushions heavily causing her to grab the back of the couch to balance herself.
“Good girl.”
She preens and arches her neck, seemingly unfazed by my roughness. I have a perfect view of her jugular vein pressing against her skin, demanding to be seen. The scent in the air is a mixture of sex and sweat, and I imagine what her blood might smell like.
I tear my focus away from the delicious looking purple vein pulsing along her neck and turn back to the task at hand. From this angle, Joanna’s arousal is dripping down her thigh. I glide my fingers through it and slide back into her pussy forcefully. She jolts and gasps.
“How hard do you like it, ma fraise sucrée?” I ask, pushing my fingers to the hilt and pounding against her entrance.
She cries from pleasure, the sound drawing out past its limit, turning into a moan that bounces with the force at which I’m fucking her entrance. I’m willing to let her cum like this, but there’s one more thing I want to do.
While keeping up my rhythm, I grab her hair with my free hand and yank her head back. She groans, and I can see that vein of hers again. It’s straining so hard against her skin, it looks as if it may burst from its confinement. All it would take is one bite from me.
I can’t stop myself from licking the length of her neck, Joanna’s body shakes as I draw the first orgasm from her.
As I’m coming alongside her, I feel a knick on my lip and taste blood.
She’s nearly screaming, her cries are so loud, but I finally feel the contractions around my fingers loosen.
After a few lazy strokes against her clit, I step back, and she collapses into the cushions.
I cover my mouth casually and feel that my canines have come out. “I’m going to get a drink. Stay right there.”
I don’t mean it as a command, but I don’t want her to see me like this. She might know what I am, but I don’t think she’s ready to come face to face with the reality of it.
I need blood. Just a sip, then they’ll retract, and I can continue on with my night. I just have to hope it doesn’t happen again.