“I’m willing to endure it if you can meet the rest of my demands,” Katherine replied.
Lucian cocked a brow and smiled wickedly at her, using his fingers to lightly trace around her sex. Her body practically pulsed with pleasure as he continued to leisurely tease her.
“Name your terms, Miss. Daxton,” he answered, his voice a low promise as he slowly dipped two fingers into her hot and needy core.
Katherine gasped as her orgasm started to build. Slowly he worked her with his fingers, in a steady and luxurious rhythm, watching her with taunting amusement as she fought against the urge to let her orgasm sweep over her. Carefully she kept his gaze.
“I want your love, Lucian. All of it,” she replied, her heart in her chest.
“Will you agree to the same terms? To give me all of your love? Every. Single. Last. Ounce. Of it?” Lucian asked, each word punctuated with a stronger thrust of his fingers.
Katherine couldn’t help the keening moan that escaped her as she watched him pleasure her while demanding she give him her heart.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I love you, Lucian, for always,” her body was a tight coil ready to snap, so close to the edge it was as though her pleasure hung on the next words that he would say.
“Then I believe we have a deal,” he grinned wickedly before closing his mouth around her sensitive nub and suckling it hard.
Her orgasm broke with a cry of pure ecstasy. The force of it was so powerful that her back bowed and her nails found purchase in his shoulders as she clung to him like he were her only lifeline.
Before she had a moment to fully come down from her pleasure, Lucian pulled up and positioned himself at her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he drove himself to the hilt inside of her. The sting of the tight friction burned for a moment while she became accustomed to the thick and deep intrusion. But when he began to move, her whole body welcomed each delicious thrust with gripping waves of needy ownership.
This man was hers and she wasn’t going to let anyone take him from her, not even her own self-doubts.
Their bodies found a rolling and slick rhythm as they fought the same battle, each of them fighting for the other and seeking mutual victory. All the while, Katherine was held steady by the perfect darkness and unrelenting promise in Lucian’s eyes. He would love her always and would forever cherish, protect and support her.
“Katherine,” Lucian husked, the deep gravel of his voice betraying just how close to the edge he was. “I love you.”
“I love you,” her reply was swift and unguarded. She turned her neck in silent invitation and felt the soft brush of his lips against the tender skin right before the hot needles of his fangs pierced her. She cried out as the instant pain eased into thick and drugging pleasure. Her orgasm flowed through her entire body in blinding waves, the masculine groan of ecstasy in her ear, fueled her climax with another rolling surge.
Lucian’s head pulled back, his mouth red with her blood and his eyes wide with euphoria. He brought his wrist to his mouth and punctured the vein there before offering it to Katherine. She pulled it to her own mouth and wrapped her lips around the wound, the metallic yet enticingly spicy, sweet taste hit her tongue and she suckled gently for more.
Lucian’s head threw back and he continued to pump his thick length into her. Her mouth popped open so she could gasp at the intense feeling. It was as though she could feel every inch of his thick manhood massaging against her, coaxing and teasing her to new heights of dizzying joy.
Lucian withdrew his wrist and bracketed his hands on either side of her as he began to thrust into her with wild abandon. Each punishing pump of his hips pushing her higher and higher until she could take no more and she screamed his name as her climax shattered, turning her entire being into blinding, perfect light. Lucian roared out his orgasm, filling her with thick, hot waves of his release.
Steadily, the pulsing pleasure slowed and eased. Lucian rolled to the side, taking Katherine with him so she lay sprawled across his chest, her body limp and sated.
His heartbeat against her ear was the most beautiful sound and his fingers played with her hair in soft languid strokes. She had never felt more cherished and whole.
“Will I become a vampire now?” She managed to whisper to him, as sleep valiantly tried to pull her away from him.
“No, darling,” Lucian replied, slightly panting, “but you’ll heal from my bite and from our love-making quicker. Your body will start to become accustomed to my blood, it makes it easier for your transformation when the time comes,” he explained.
“So you agree that you should make me a vampire?” Katherine smiled mischievously into his chest.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Oh, but it was implied,” she continued, knowing she was provoking him.
“It was not. I was merely trying to explain to you a little about-”
“You said ‘when the time come comes’, not ‘if’,” she said smugly.
“Katherine, do you really wish to continue this debate now after we just-”
Her snort of barely contained laughter cut him short.
“Oh my beautiful darling, I suppose you think it amusing to rile me,” Lucian’s fingers danced down her spine.
“It’s becoming one of my favourite pastimes,” she tilted her head up and beamed mischievously at him, glowing in the feeling of being held in his arms.
“I see,” Lucian gently rubbed his hand in
