Chapter 16
Nix
Ifeel dizzy.
Drunk.
Like I’m on the edge of oblivion.
My lips press against the vampire’s fangs as I kiss him.
I can’t stop kissing him.
My fingers flex around Volik’s ridged horns as his tongue tangles with mine.
I feel empty.
I feel incomplete.
His chest vibrates against mine as I try to get closer.
The rumble rolls out of him everywhere.
Touches me everywhere.
I rock my hips against his torso, chasing the vibration with my core.
His palm shifts as he rubs his fingers against my entrance through my clothing, pushing the fabric of my soaked panties into my slit.
I don’t know what’s happening to me.
Don’t know what’s happening to him.
I don’t know why we’ve come together like magnets. Or why he feels so damn good.
I try to think rationally, but my brain can’t focus on anything but Volik.
On anything but getting more of him.
My blunt teeth drag over his lower lip, and for the first time in my life, I wish I had fangs.
I want to bite him.
I want to see what his blood tastes like.
His rumble continues as his hand lifts from my spine, and the door a dozen feet behind us slams shut.
The hand returns, gripping my side, then sliding up until his thumb is against the underside of my breast.
My hips roll against his rock-hard stomach.
Need.
I need Volik.
I loosen my hold on his horns and drag my hands down the back of his head.
His hair is soft between my fingers.
The only soft thing about him.
Volik’s fingers flex. Then he wraps his arm around the center of my back, holding me tightly.
The hand beneath me, between my legs, moves away.
My skirt hangs loose.
But then his hand is on my thigh.
My bare thigh.
I pull my mouth away from his and fight for breath.
His exhales are loud.
His eyes, that should just be unreadable onyx orbs, are heated.
He needs me too.
“My Nix.” He slides his hand farther up my thigh. Over my hip. Across my ass cheek. Then down.
Between.
His hand is in the same place it was before. Only this time, my panties are the only barrier between his touch and my entrance.
His big fingers brush against my seam.
We both groan.
I’m so wet. So ready. The fabric over my pussy is practically dripping.
Again, I tilt my head to the side as I expose my throat to him.
It’s instinct.
I can’t help myself.
I don’t want to help myself.
Volik drags the material covering my core to the side.
His heated skin brushes over my swollen flesh.
He pulls his lips back, showing me more of his fangs.
I arch back into his hold, confident he won’t drop me.
I need everything he’s going to give me.
Volik’s fingertip presses against my entrance.
And the door to my room slams open.