At last he looked up and this time theremorse in his eyes had been replaced by lust.
“You’re very wet, Addison,” he murmured,spreading my pussy with his thumbs. The motion exposed my slipperyfolds, my pink inner pussy glistening with my juices as though toillustrate his point.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “I…I can’t helpit.”
“I can’t help it either.” His eyes glowedalmost silver in the dim light. “I need to taste you.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You don’tmean my blood, do you?”
“You know I don't. I need to taste yourpussy. Need to lick your sweet little cunt until you come forme.”
I was torn between lust and fear. It wasn’tthat I’d never had a man go down on me before—it had been one ofthe favorite activities of the guy I’d been sure I was going tomarry in grad school. He wasn’t very good at it, or else, maybe Ijust wasn’t that into it, but that was beside the point. To let avampire do it—that was skirting dangerously close to prettyscary territory. Letting Corbin kiss me and heal me was all welland good. Taking things a step further was somethingelse—especially if something happened to trigger his bloodlust ashe was tasting me. If Corbin’s control snapped, I was dead meat. Ihad seen the gory results of vampire/human sex that had startedwith much less erotic scenarios than the one we were currentlyenacting, at least to hear witnesses tell it.
Vamps were able to control themselvesthrough the most elaborate glam-sex fantasy and, as long as the sexwas purely mental, there was no problem. But once you got the othersenses involved—especially scent and taste—things were likely to gosouth in a hurry. Fuck-lust and bloodlust is a lethalcombination—lethal for the human involved, anyway. What Corbin wasasking me was tantamount to sticking my hand—or some other verysensitive part of my anatomy—into a lion’s mouth and hoping thelion would rather lick than bite.
Besides, hadn’t I already sworn to myself inthis very room that I would never put myself in this positionagain?
“Corbin, after what almost happened lasttime…”
“Last time I was thirsty but tonight I havealready had your blood. My bloodlust is satiated and well incontrol.”
I looked at him uncertainly. His eyes werefilled with desire, the pupils dilated to a drowning black and hismouth was half parted to show those sharp, deadly fangs. Frankly,he looked hot. Hot and extremely dangerous.
“But I can’t…I’m not able to, uh, finishthat way,” I said, still trying to think of an excuse.
“I can make you come, Addison. I needto make you come.” His voice was a soft growl.
“Oh,” I whispered. His words seemed to makemy whole body tighten and I felt like I was blushing everywhere.“But—”
Corbin didn’t let me finish. He leanedforward and captured my mouth. The kiss he gave me was gentle buturgent. His fangs scraped lightly against my tongue but never drewblood. Finally he drew back and looked me in the eyes.
“Trust me,” he breathed, so softly I couldbarely hear him.
It was crazy and wrong but I couldn’t helpmyself. It had been a very long time since I’d last had sex and theorgasm he’d given me the night before only seemed to whet myappetite for more.
“All right,” I whispered at last, searchinghis eyes with my own. “Just don’t hurt me.”
“Never.” He laid me back on the bed andpropped a pillow under my ass, elevating me and making me feelextremely exposed. Then he positioned himself between my spreadthighs and took a long moment just looking at me again.
I understood he was probably trying to calmand center himself but I was beginning to feel embarrassed all overagain when he finally leaned down and pressed an almost chaste kissto the top of my mound. Then he locked his arms around my thighs,holding me open for him, and took a long, slow taste of mypussy.
“God.” I moaned. Despite the pleasurehe’d given me with his fingers the night before, it was nothingcompared to the feel of his tongue. His mouth was warm and wet andhe seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, unlike a few other guysI’d been with. You know the kind—who only go down if they thinkthey have to or they’re going to get something in return? It wasn’tlike that with Corbin. It was as though he was sampling a finevintage of wine and loving every minute of it. Of course, I waspretty sure he was getting off on my reaction too because his eyesnever left mine as he continued those long, slow licks.
“Do you like it when I taste you? Do youlike spreading your pussy for my tongue?” Corbin murmured, keepingme pinned with his penetrating gaze. Between the dirty talk, hecontinued to lick me as though I was his favorite flavor of icecream. I shivered uncontrollably as a new wave of desire sweptthrough me. His mouth was hot and hungry and his tongue wasextremely talented.
“Corbin,” I gasped, “Please.”
“You taste so good, Addison. So sweet. Sosoft and creamy under my tongue. I can never get enough ofyou.”
I moaned as he licked me again, this timepaying special attention to my clit. The tip of his tongue dancedaround it and then he sucked it into his mouth for a specialsession of erotic torture. I was already incredibly sensitive fromthe way he’d healed earlier and I almost felt like I could tiltover the edge again immediately. But then Corbin stopped, holdingme off.
I groaned in frustration and reached down tobury my hands in his thick, blond hair. “Why did you stop? You’redriving me crazy.”
“I am taking things slowly.” His eyesflashed as he looked up at me from his position between my thighs.“It has been a long, long time since I have felt the intensity ofdesire that you cause in me, my darling.”
I understood that he was holding himselfback, trying to be careful. But at the same time his gentleapproach to going down on me was driving me out of my mind.
“It’s all right,” I told him breathlessly.“You…you’re not hurting me. I can barely even feel your fangs.”
“Because I am doing my best not to drawblood.” He leaned down and rubbed his
