Chapter 23 #3
“What are we supposed to do if she does? What will happen to me?” What Lukas was saying was terrifying. There was no way I would survive an attack from a regular vampire, never mind those two.
He straightened, and I watched his nails grow, pointing right at me, reaching for the front of my dress. He barely touched the fabric, and it fluttered away, parting like the pages of a soft book.
“This water around us—it's a conduit. It magnifies energy.”
With his nails retracted, he traced a soft line between my breasts before sliding over the curve and thumbing my nipple. My sharp inhalation broke the deep silence of the cavernous room, and he flicked his gaze to mine. “I crave you, Cassia.”
He bunched my skirt around my waist and his touch landed on the warmth between my legs. His palm was hot, and I found myself leaning in, even when he was the thing I should have feared.
His mouth crashed against mine, and I grabbed onto him as his tongue swept along mine. Fingers wrapped around my neck, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss. More heat pooled into my gut, thick and weighty, threatening to pull me to the floor while my body demanded the touch of his.
Lukas moaned into my mouth as I wrapped his long, silky hair in my fist, trying to control his movements. He nipped my bottom lip with the sharp pierce of a tooth and my mouth filled with copper.
When I tried to cry out, he just delved deeper, taking advantage before I could gulp any of the oxygen I so badly needed. Yanking on his hair just made him rumble into my mouth, words I couldn’t make out, but a sound that made my fingers reach for waist.
I melted against his body, my curves fitting into his hard planes as if we were each other’s missing pieces. The fabric between my legs was torn away, the wet piece of material left to slide down my thigh.
His thumb separated my lips, slowly dragging along and circling my clit and sending white-hot lust flashing through my veins. My inner muscles contracted against nothing while I grinded against him, urging him to hurry up and fill me.
Lukas grabbed my hip and the loss of his weight caused me to whimper.
His lips found my jawbone, pressing into my skin before skating south.
The sting of his fangs had become something I craved.
I angled my neck, presenting myself as if I were the sacrifice the altar I was pressed up against demanded.
He lifted me and set me on the edge of the marble slab, and I reached for his freed cock, palming the heavy weight and running my thumb along his silky skin.
The large organ jerked in my hand as he hissed, his eyes fluttering shut.
My finger traced the slit, smearing the clear liquid along the burning head.
I squeezed him and wiggled closer, teetering on the edge of the stone. His eyes flickered open, and he glanced at me with a flare of possessive, dark heat.
One of my hands landed on his shoulder, urging him to close the space between us.
Every cell of my body was alive and screaming for him.
As I shifted my thighs, my skin felt the cold wetness of my juices on the marble.
He must have caught the scent. His head tilted, and he lifted his jaw before he angled forward.
The head of his cock gently pressed against my entrance. Too gently and I sank my fingernails into his shoulders, tearing at his skin while I squirmed against him. He pressed in a fraction, leaving the hard ridge of his cock right at the edge of my entrance. “Lukas,” I moaned, begging him to move.
He smirked the barest of smiles before lowering his eyes. I was going to fall to the floor if I squirmed any farther.
He pushed forward just a little bit more and paused, his muscles relaxing before tensing up again. Slowly, inch by inch I felt every vein, every bump as he moved, so slow I could cry. The torture was exquisite and endlessly frustrating, and then he was fully seated.
He released my hips and grasped my face with both hands, his cock twitching inside me.
He bit his lip before moistening it with his tongue, with his faceted irises staring deep into my eyes.
I felt powerful in that moment, with this miraculous, dark creature wanting and needing me just as much as I did him.
The way he was looking at me right now, I could barely remember my old life in New York City, and I didn’t want to.
Before I knew what had happened, those fangs were sunk into my neck. His cock pumped into me, keeping time with his swallows, both movements maddeningly luxurious.
My fingers gripped the edge of the altar as I tried to hold on, and my legs, his waist. His hand gripped my hipbone, pinning me to the cold stone while his other cradled my head.
“The sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted,” he mumbled, right over my lips. A drop of my blood splashed against me, and he licked it away.
Lukas’s angle changed so that his groin was rubbing right against my clit. His palm was wrapped around the front of my throat, forcing me flat against the marble as he thrust inside me. A ragged moan left my mouth as the pressure built inside, edging me towards oblivion.
Impossibly, he swelled even thicker, and I felt his thighs growing taut against my legs.
A single soft swipe of his thumb against my overly sensitive clit and my release washed over me in a burning wave.
My walls clenched around him as he came, his muscles slackening when he bent over me, whispering my name.
The lights flickered and we plunged into darkness.
The scent of blotted candles wafted around the room, transported by an errant draft.
A deep sigh left me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, combing them through.
Lukas shivered lightly and I felt his jaw slid against my forehead.
We sat there for a moment, and then he stood, smoothing his hand down my abdomen as he did so.
And then, the lights came back on.