His focus went straight to her bottom lip, and his features morphed into something more predatory.
“You’re hungry,” she murmured.
His gaze drifted to the tripping pulse at the base of her neck, and then a deep, guttural sound vibrated through the air.
Slowly, he released her hands and took two steps back, eyes still on her neck.
“How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” she asked.
“Too long to do this with you.”
She sucked her bottom lip and tasted more iron. “Is that why your eyes are staying black tonight?”
“You need rest.” Eyes on her neck…on her neck…
“Will you feel better if you take from me?”
A frown transformed the faraway look on his face. “I don’t want to take from you. I want to give to you.”
What a raw admission that was. “I feel the same.”
Evan swallowed audibly. “I don’t feed in my room. I don’t bring anyone in here.”
Fists clenched at her sides, Nicole made her way past him to the bed and sat at the edge. She locked eyes with him before she moved her hair off her neck and tilted her head. “You won’t hurt me.”
Evan lowered his chin, and the uncertainty in his expression faded away, exposing a slow, wicked smile in its place. He disappeared in smoke and reappeared in front of her. His knee on the bed, he cupped the back of her head and laid her down. “I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make you feel good.”
Chills rose on her skin, and she matched his smile. He eased her leggings down and drank her in as she lay there naked before him. Naked but not vulnerable. The hungry intensity in his eyes as he dragged his attention down her body made it impossible to feel self-conscious.
The only barrier between their skin was the soft cotton fabric of his sweatpants when he settled between her thighs. His body rolled against her as he kissed her neck, and she thought, here it comes, the pain of his fangs. But the pain didn’t come. Only pleasure as he sucked at her skin. He laved his tongue against her throat and then moved to the other side of her neck and gave it the same attention. Then he kissed her again, sucked her bottom lip where his fangs had pierced her earlier.
“Mmmmm,” he rumbled as he tasted her, and all the while, he rolled his hips against hers.
He was so. Damn. Sexy.
His fingertips drifted down her arm, and then he gripped her hip. He kissed down her throat to her breasts and sucked the tight bud into her mouth. His tongue, God, his tongue!
She moaned and arched her back against the mattress, gripped his hair. He pushed her knees farther apart and settled deeper into the cradle she allowed. Felt amazing. Better than anything she’d ever felt before. Every inch of her skin was buzzing like she was standing too close to an electric fence. The fine hairs on her body rose with her gooseflesh, and she writhed under him. His hands were everywhere, memorizing her, memorizing her, gripping her curves. Soft then strong. Soft then strong. Graceful predator moving against her like this.
He kissed and sucked his way down her stomach, barely grazing the points of his teeth to touch her sensitive skin. Kiss, kiss, suck, lick, kiss, kiss.
Down, down, he kissed until he reached her sex, and then he ran his tongue up her folds excruciatingly slowly. She cried out the second he reached her clit. Suck…suck…kiss.
Nicole reached over her head and gripped the comforter with one hand, gripped the back of his hair tighter with the other. His tongue plunged deep inside her, and she was gone, high as a kite, body tingling and responding to his every touch, just on the cusp of release.
He set a slower pace. Deep lick. Deep lick. His hands were strong on her outer thighs, fingers digging into her flesh, and the rumbling sound in his throat was growing louder. When she looked down at him, he lifted his gaze to hers. He looked so hungry. So hungry. God…damn…she’d never been a part of anything this intimate. This sexy.
She stayed trapped in his gaze, and happy to be so. She cried out with every stroke now, so close to splitting apart completely. “Evan,” she gasped as the waves of pressure intensified. “Evan!” she cried, throwing her head back and arching against the covers.
Her body exploded in the most consuming orgasm she’d ever known. And then he eased back and kissed her inner thigh. Kiss…kiss…suck…lick…bite.
She inhaled at the soft sting, but as he started lapping at her, the orgasm she’d been drowning in intensified again. What was happening? This wasn’t possible, right? Her body was rolling on the waves of ecstasy as he drank from her. It wasn’t long. Fifteen seconds, perhaps, as the pulsing of her body slowly faded. Fifteen seconds, and then he licked the puncture wounds closed. They didn’t sting at all anymore. They didn’t feel like anything.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered drunkenly as he covered her body with his.
Black eyes and a devilish smile. She only caught a glimpse of his face before he buried his lips against her neck. He pushed his sweats down his hips and then slid his thick, swollen cock into her. The first stroke that filled her felt intensely good, better than his tongue even, and she was back in it. He eased out of her and then pushed back into her slick entrance. She was writhing again, meeting his thrusts. How could anything feel this good?
Evan cupped the back of her neck while gripping her hip with his other hand. And then there it was again,
