couldn't help it.
'Hurting me?' She gave a light laugh. 'Losing limbs hurts. Boiling oil hurts. Whatever you can dish out, I can take—if I wish to.'
He closed in, all hot, massive male, towering over her. Gods, he smelled good.
'And do you wish to, Kaderin?'
Yes! She wanted him to kiss her, to lick her body. Him, a vampire. When she nodded breathlessly, his hand cupped her face, drawing her in so he could take her lips.
His kiss was gentle at first—though she could tell he struggled to make it so. Then he groaned, and it turned desperate, that gallows kiss. Tonight she shared the sentiment completely.
The lights blinked twice, and she finally forced herself to break away. 'We're about to take off. It's, uh, customary to sit.'
He dropped into the closest seat, seizing her waist, then dragged her across his lap. When he settled her ass over his rampant erection, he hissed in a breath, and she gasped, reminded of his size.
In an awkward attempt at conversation, she asked, 'H-have you ever been on a plane before?'
'No.' He brushed her hair from her neck to press a sizzling kiss to the bared skin. 'And I doubt that I'll remember much of flying this time.'
When he nuzzled her neck, she stiffened and pulled away. 'No biting?'
'No, I promise,' he said. 'I am sorry it happened that night.'
As her uncontrollable emotions continued to do, unbidden words bubbled up from nowhere. 'Sebastian, no matter what happens in the future, I want you to know that I'm... ' She glanced down and murmured, 'I'm glad you're here now.'
But he curled his finger under her chin and caught her eyes. He looked proud of her. 'Thank you for telling me this.'
'I just felt I should.'
'These feelings are confusing, are they not? Mine are, too. But we'll muddle our way through.'
She wouldn't be around long enough to...
With that thought in her mind, she turned to straddle him. Her hands trembled as she cradled his face. She leaned in to press her lips against the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and lower to his neck, then returned to brush her lips fully against his. As before, the mere contact of his lips with hers made her breathy and abandoned. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, setting in to him, licking his lips, his tongue.
She drew back to work her sweater up and off, then reached back and unsnapped her lacy bra. When she faced him again, his gaze was rapt on her bared breasts, his jaw slackened.
Today in the cave, she'd determined that he hadn't wanted to rush their encounter. Now, she again had the idea that he wanted to take this slowly, and judging from his reaction, he thought she'd just skipped a step.
'I... Katja... ' He swallowed, seeming to memorize the sight. As if he believed he'd never see something like this again?
The awful truth was that she enjoyed him gaping at her breasts, enjoyed his pained expression when her nipples hardened right in front of his eyes.
'So lovely,' he said, his voice rumbling in that sexy way, shooting heat through her that centered between her legs. Gods, she'd missed this.
He placed his hands flat on her back and pulled her forward to lightly lick one of her nipples. She moaned at that small contact even before he took it between his lips. Groaning around the peak, tongue flicking, he sucked hard until it throbbed. He released her only to repeat the attentions to her other breast, then he stopped to gaze again. She had the crazy idea that he wanted to see what he'd wrought with his lips.
But his breaths were heating the wet peaks, making her ache. 'Please, Bastian,' she murmured. If he was going to touch her, he needed to do it now.
He moved her until she lay across his lap, her neck against his arm. 'Spread your legs,' he rasped, pressing them open until her skirt rode up enough to reveal her panties. He grazed the backs of his fingers up her inner thigh.
With his eyes heavy-lidded, he pulled her panties aside with one hand, reaching his other hand around her waist and down to begin stroking her. He bit out a foreign curse at how wet she was. 'For me,' he said, his voice hoarse. It wasn't a question, but she got the sense that he wanted her to assure him.
'For you,' she whispered, making him shudder.
'That pleases me. You should be, since I'm hard for you constantly.' He rubbed her wetness around, making her gasp, seeming fascinated with how slick she'd grown. When he slipped his finger into her, he groaned from low in his throat, and she writhed, feeling his shaft pulse beneath her.
'I'm going to kiss you here'—he rocked his hand upward, delving deeper, as his thumb slowly stroked her clitoris—'all night.'
She cried out. She'd always found that act intensely erotic, and now the wicked thought of a vampire doing it to her made her squirm.
Who was this domineering, sinfully sexy man? He'd seemed cautious, even tentative, in the beginning. But not now.
Never had a takeoff felt so good. 'Bastian, I need—'
'You want me to kiss you, Katja?'
'Yes!' She rolled her hips to work his finger in and out, and he groaned against her damp nipple.
He continued this agonizing play until they leveled off and the lights in the cabin dimmed to darkness except for the light over the table opposite them. He lifted her and gently placed her on the table, pressing her back.
His hands skimmed up under her skirt until he could hook his fingers around her panties. She shimmied to help him as he tugged them off.
He pushed her skirt to her waist, then sat before her in the plush seat, in the dark while she was lying back in the light. He placed his palms on her legs and gently spread them. When she was bared to him, he rasped, 'You're beautiful,' making her sex clench. She whimpered as he continued to stare.
She'd never been looked at like this, never felt so exposed and vulnerable. And yet she trusted him with her body. At last, he pressed his lips to her thigh, kissing higher with wet licks until she was shivering, threading her fingers in his thick hair.
She sighed, drawing up her knees and letting her legs fall open for him to do as he would.
25
Her inner thighs were like silk. Nothing could be so soft.
Sebastian already felt as though he'd explode, and he hadn't even tasted her.
He wanted to savor the experience, but he'd waited too long for this fantasy. After the cave, he'd paced in her townhouse with nervousness for hours. He'd known what he was going to do to her tonight—what he'd thought about again and again. But could he please her? Would she be able to tell he'd never done this before?
Now that he was certain he was about to have it, he was desperate for his first taste of her.
He gave a last kiss on her thigh, and then, with a growl, he found her wetness. Mouth open, he rubbed his tongue at her center, in a long, slow lick. As she cried out, his body shuddered with pleasure, his cock jerking in his pants. 'You're like honey.'
Wet, slick, luscious. For more than three hundred years, he'd waited for this.
And she was so fucking worth it.
Encouraged by her cry, he licked more deeply and felt her growing wetter against his tongue. She moaned, and her arms fell overhead. He'd never imagined her sex could be so hot, the flesh so giving. I will never get enough of this. Never.
If it took becoming a vampire to have this one night with her, would he suffer the turning again?
In the space of one of his new heartbeats.
When he lashed a hard stroke of his tongue against her swollen little clitoris, she sucked in a breath and arched her back sharply. How had he ever thought he could handle his own reaction? It was everything he could do
