"Ethan!" she cried.
The sensation of her blood being drawn from her in deep waves caused her to tremble as his tongue continued to caress her nipple. He wasn't even inside her, and she was going to lose control. And then he pressed her closer against the wall and released her ass. His hand ran over her thigh and dipped to her already wet center. He slid two of his fingers into her body, filling and stretching her as he began to move his fingers steadily back and forth. His palm rubbed against her clit as he stroked her deeper and more forcefully.
Emma bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. She could feel blood from the bite trickling down her chin, but she didn't care. She was swept away by the feel of him, consumed by the tidal wave of pleasure coursing through her. He spun her away from the wall and took four steps toward the bed. A groan of disapproval escaped her as his fangs withdrew from her breast and his hand slid away from her as he placed her on the bed. She didn't have much time to be unhappy though as he hurriedly shed his clothing and climbed on top of her.
"Would you like to taste me?" he asked in a grating voice.
At first, Emma was confused by his words but then he took a finger and wiped away the blood trickling down her breast. She watched in fascination as he slid the finger into his mouth and licked the blood from it.
"My blood?" he asked.
Her mind spun as she tried to think of a reply. Wasn't she supposed to be repulsed by his suggestion? She was anything but repulsed though as the thought brought forth erotic images which caused her fingers to curl into the sheets beneath her.
"Yes," she whispered as her heart raced with excitement and her belly quivered.
His eyes burned into hers as he bit down on his finger and held it out to her. Two drops of blood quivered on it and slid down as she watched. He lowered the finger and traced her lower lip with it.
Her tongue flickered out to taste the blood sliding over his skin before drawing his finger into her mouth. The blood was metallic but unexpectedly pleasant as she ran her tongue over it and sucked on his finger. Passion blazed hotly in his eyes as he slid his finger away and bent his head to run his tongue over her lips.
Emma's heart beat rapidly against her ribs as she opened her legs to him and he braced his hands on either side of her head. His large body encompassed hers before he drove himself deep into her in one powerful thrust. His mouth muffled her next cry as he took possession of her body. She grabbed his ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him more firmly against her.
"Harder," she breathed against his mouth.
He was holding back, afraid to hurt her, but that one word was all he needed to push him into a near frenzy. He bit her bottom lip as he drove himself into her. Blood pooled into his mouth, but she didn't seem to feel it as her hips eagerly rose and fell to meet his ardent movements and her tongue continued to entwine with his.
Her muscles contracted around his cock, her nails raked the skin of his back, drawing blood as her orgasm tore through her. He didn't stop though; he couldn't possibly stop as he continued to thrust in and out of her. His body demanded release, yet he held back as he relished the feel of being inside her and tasting her. He was completely lost to her as she continued to moan and arch against him.
Another cry tore from her as her muscles contracted powerfully around him again. He finally gave himself over to the release he’d been denying as his orgasm was pulled from him by the undeniable gratification her body gave him. A low groan escaped as his release seemed to go on in unending waves he thought might never end.
Rolling to the side, he pulled her along with him and settled her on top of him as he tried to catch his breath. The tantalizing scents of sex and blood drifted over him; he couldn't help but smile as she clutched his shoulders and fought to catch her breath.
"I think I'll be too tired to be a threat to anyone now," he told her as he nuzzled her hair.
She laughed as she lifted her head to look down at him. "I know I am."
His saliva had already healed the wound on her lip, but there was still some dry blood on her chin. He wiped it away with his thumb before bringing her chin down to kiss her. He could already feel the desire for her blood creeping through him again, and he knew he was getting close to a dangerous precipice. If he didn't complete their bond soon, he would become the threat Stefan and his father were at one point.
He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles before reluctantly withdrawing himself from her and rolling away. "I have to go."
Emma propped her head on her hand as she watched him walk across the room. The scratches she had left on his back were already gone, but dry flecks of blood clung to his skin. He disappeared into the bathroom and showered before reappearing in the doorway. Her gaze raked over his chiseled pecs, carved abs, still partially erect shaft, lean hips, and powerful thighs.
Mine, the thought rose out of nowhere. It was so overpowering, she was certain it was true.
"You heal fast," she whispered.
He gave her a lopsided smile as he pulled on a pair
