Finding my voice, I flung myself forward into his arms. “Yes!”
He caught me, moving only slightly with my sudden movement into his embrace as he chuckled. He leaned back and reached over, taking my hand and slipping the ring on my finger. It was gorgeous. A silver metal that had the most delicate filigree design on both sides and along the top ridge, adorned with a deep red ruby in an elevated setting that was flanked by two diamonds facing the sides rather than the top. The filigree winding up forming the vines connected to flowers that resembled three-petalled blooms, not unlike that of lilies or orchids. Smaller, delicate diamonds lay secured as the centers of each flower on both sides.
“Lochlin picked it out?” I couldn’t take my eyes from it.
“No.” He took my hands in his. “While you were sleeping, I had gone to check on the men to be sure they could mobilize to leave there. I stepped into the small shop and saw it right away. But when I was called out to handle some business, I did not have time to purchase it. Lochlin went back in before we left and retrieved it for me.”
My fingers were splayed over the front of his shoulder. Again, I sat and just looked at it, lost in the beauty of the piece of jewelry but more so because of the meaning behind it.
He kissed me quick as if to get my attention. “Do you like it?”
“Very much.” I choked back tears.
The warmest smile I’d seen from him radiated through to me as he raised up and gently moved me back onto the bed, following me up. His hands slid down my sides to my thighs, pulling my legs around him as he pushed into me slowly, gently, lovingly. All the way in, his fangs extended. His head tilted back as he moaned deeply, loudly.
When his head tilted back down, his eyes roamed over me, and I quivered at the hunger in his face. Not for my blood but for me.
Every muscle in his frame flexed as he leaned down over me, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in as if savoring every inch, we moved to meet each other. His hands slid around me, coming up and gripping my shoulders from behind as he nuzzled into my neck. His lips placed feather-light kisses just below my ear.
We kept a slow, rhythmic pace with my legs and arms wrapped around him, pulling him to me with each thrust. It was not wild and unabashed. We made love slowly, calculated, lovingly with a deep seeded passion that tensed every muscle in our bodies.
I could feel him in every fiber of me, every cell. I was completely open to his energies, and, by the way he touched me, I could tell that he welcomed mine. We were one in more than just the feel of his hard, throbbing cock sliding in and out of me, filling me, bringing me closer and closer to climax.
The sound of our moans echoes off the walls driving me on. I was completely lost in his touch. The satisfying pain of his fingertips digging in as he gripped me to pull me to him, trying harder to get deeper inside of me. I could feel his fangs raking across my flesh between the sensual kisses he would press to various parts of me.
I slid my hands up and gripped his hair just above his hairline, yanking his head up and into a kiss. Our lips parted hungrily, and my tongue glided across the sharp tips of those fangs. The motion sent a shiver across him that vibrated into me causing me to smirk and keep going as I bit his lower lip, tugging on it.
His hands dislodged from my shoulders and splayed across my back as he sat up on his knees, bringing me with him. My breasts pressed against his bare, muscular chest, lips still locked as he thrust his hips up, still keeping rhythm with mine. Still begging to be back inside of me as deep as possible every time he pulled out.
My moans turned into pants… whines, as my body started to shake. I could feel him growing even more inside me, getting harder, hotter. I let go of his hair and grasped at his back, his muscles taut and flexing between my desperate fingers.
He pushed into me, pulling me down on him and stayed there a moment, his hips not moving as mine struggled to sway back and forth on him to feel him shift inside, wanting desperately to reach the point of explosion. But his grip was relentless as he held onto me. I looked at him, by breaths ragged, heart racing, every inch of me completely alive and hungry to touch him.
Ever so slightly, his hips moved side to side, causing his throbbing cock to pull at me in angles that sent sparks of both pain and pleasure through me, causing my body to jerk involuntarily with his movements. The corners of his lips lifted as he reacted to my body’s impulses.
I arched back. His hands rested on my lower back, allowing me to bend, displaying my breasts for him. He arched over me, sucking in one erect nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue roll around it before pinching it between his lips and letting it fall back into place. Doing the same to the other, he brought up one hand and ran it up between my breasts and back down.
Then, he let his fangs enter the subtle flesh of my breast, his lips wrapping around them, trapping both my nipple and my blood in his mouth, causing me to cry out, not in pain but sheer pleasure.
He did not drink long, just enough for a generous
