Her eyebrowarched seductively. “Well?”
The corner ofhis mouth curled upwards. It wasn’t coffee she was offering. Helowered his voice. “I don’t want coffee.”
“Meneither.”
He edgedcloser, hooked his finger under her chin. “Are you trying to seducea dangerous vampire, Harper?”
Her full lipsparted. “I don’t know. Are you dangerous, Damon?”
“Only when I’maround you,” he murmured.
She gasped, hereyes dark with desire as she looked to his mouth. “What about thosefangs, can you control those?”
“Harper, I willnot bite you.” He meant it, too—not unless she asked, of course—hehad the bloodlust under control. She meant too much for him to ruinwhatever was happening between them. Damon moved closer still.
“Good. Glad wehave that sorted.”
His cocktwitched. She wanted him, and God help him, she might want hisbite, too.
What if she didgive him permission to bite? Would one drop of her blood be enough,or would its sweetness render him powerless to stop? What if hedrained her blood until she went weak in his arms, until her heartstopped beating?
He would neverforgive himself if he hurt her… or worse.
He’d barelymanaged to control the bloodlust earlier, when he’d kissed herwrist in the corridor outside Conner’s flat, but her soft skin, thetiny scratch by her vein…
His fangstingled. With every fibre of his being, he suppressed his vampiricurges.
Harper edgedtowards him, so close her warm breath puffed against his lips.“It’s okay, Damon. You won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
Soft, full lipsfound his.
A low moanescaped his mouth. Damon’s eyelids flickered, succumbing to a needonly she evoked in him.
Harper deepenedthe kiss, her moves urgent as she tugged his hair. “Inside,vampire. Now.”
In less thanthree seconds, Damon leapt out of his car, skirted around thebonnet and opened her door.
He held out hishand.
In a swift moveof her own, she refused his hand, climbed out and jumped on him,wrapping her arms and legs around him. The jacket he’d draped overher shoulders fell onto the front seat.
It was all hecould do not to stagger backwards as she showered kisses along hisjaw and then nibbled his earlobe.
“Have you anyidea how horny you’re making me?” he murmured against her hair.
She giggled,pressing her heat against his hard-on. “I think I can guess.”
If he hadn’tdied already, he’d be going straight to Hell for his X-ratedthoughts, and if the wicked intent in her eyes was anything to goby, he was pretty certain she’d be right beside him. Damon carriedher down the steps to her front door.
She fumbled inher trouser pocket for her keys, her fingers touching his hardness.Harper unlocked the door and they stumbled inside.
He grabbed herbackside with both hands and squeezed.
She squealed indelight as he kicked the door closed behind them.
“Shh, you’llwake Zarya,” she told him in a fit of sexy giggles, although shewas the one making all the noise. “She’s a beautiful oceanpriestess, but she gets mad if—”
He stopped herwith a kiss. “I’m not interested in a priestess. Shut up and kissme.”
She did,yanking his shirt out from his trousers at the same time.
“My bedroom isover there,” she urged, directing him to a door at the end of thehallway.
Damon called onhis vamp speed and made it to her door in a millisecond. He kickedopen the door amid another delighted squeal.
Harper wriggledfree, put her feet on the floor and then kicked off her highheels.
His cock achedfor release as he drew her close again, needing her warmth, hersex. He undid the buttons on her blouse, his actions frantic.
She seemed in ahurry too, forcing his shirt buttons undone with an urgency thatmatched his own. Harper trailed her fingertips over him, strokinghis chest, then, to his utter delight, she circled a pattern overhis nipple, her erotic touch tipping him over the edge.
A glance behindher and he spotted her bed, a shaft of silvery light making apattern on the bedcover. Something rustled in a glass tank on ashelf, but he took no notice.
A vision cameto mind, of her lying naked, the moonlight shimmering on her paleskin.
His fangsthrobbed.
She kissed himpassionately, flicking her tongue across his lips, probing asthough she sensed the shift in his needs.
“Harper, wait…”Damon stepped back, not sure if he had the strength to resist. In alast-ditch effort to prevent what he feared was inevitable, hecaressed her soft, pastel-coloured curls, but that only made himcurious, and more aroused, to know what colour her hair was downbelow.
DearGod. His attempt to curb his vampiric urges failed. He had tohave her, know all of her, know the taste of her blood.
The bloodlustrose inside him, its alluring power like a volcano about to erupt,but still he held back.
Damon undid hertrousers and slipped his hand inside her panties.
Smooth andhair-free, and so wet for him.
Her sexy groanenthralled him to the point of no return.
He slipped hisfingers inside her as she gyrated her hips in time with hismovements. He couldn’t hold back a moment longer.
A hiss escapedfrom his mouth.
His fangselongated.
“Damon…” Hervoice was breathy. Her erect nipples showed through her lacybra.
She looped herarms around his neck and blew softly in his ear. “Bite me.”
Her whisper wasso quiet, even with his enhanced hearing he wasn’t sure he heardright.
Damon inchedback and looked her in the eyes. “W…what did you say?”
Her enlargedpupils smouldered with dark desire. “I said: bite me, Damon.”
His mouthdropped. The tips of his fangs pressed on his bottom lip. Thebloodlust called to him, its lure hypnotic, but he still resisted.“I can’t. I might not be able to stop.” To his dismay, his actionstook on a will of their own as he stroked her curls away from herneck. Her vein pulsated beneath her pale skin.
“It’s okay,”she breathed, tilting her neck, inviting him. “I want this. I giveyou my permission.”
His resistancemelted away. Slowly, tentatively, he brought his lips to her neckand kissed her. He flicked his tongue along her carotid artery,savouring the salty taste of her warm skin, the irresistiblesensation on the tip of his tongue of her blood pulsing through herveins.
Holding hertenderly, he kissed her again and pressed his fangs against herskin.
Harper grippedhis shoulders and emitted a raspy moan that hurled him headfirstinto a vortex he was powerless to avoid.
He sunk hisfangs into her flesh, closed his eyes and savoured everysensation.
The taste ofher blood was like nectar from the gods;
