did you let me? I
didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You
didn’t.” She bit her lip at the exquisite sensation of his shaft sliding into
her. “I wanted you. You're the first man who has ever made me feel less alone.”
She had to pause and think of a way to explain it: the fullness she felt wasn't
all physical. He was inside her body, yes, but her soul was whole for the first
time ever. She very carefully didn't think about his whole not-human thing.
“God,
Sienna.” He reached up and framed her face with his hands.
She
thought he might say something, but instead he kissed her, lips gentle as he
pulled out and fucked back in again, and again, and again. She grinned and held
on as his thrusts grew increasingly more erratic, her orgasm hovering just out
of reach.
“Jasper,
please,” she said, twisting underneath him desperately. She was so close—
He smiled
at her, the sharp tips of his teeth mesmerizing. She opened her mouth, about to
describe what it felt like, having him in her body, her first lover, but then
her climax roared over her and she couldn't speak, couldn't do anything except
moan and hang on. When she came back to herself, he was holding his body solid
and still above her.
“Lovely,”
he whispered, then thrust gently, short, fast movements with his hips. She
trembled and slid her hands down to his ass, hanging on as the pleasure slowly
spiraled up again.
“What are
you doing to me?” She drew him down and licked his neck. She could feel the
blood rushing through him on her tongue like a sweet, sharp candy. She wanted a
taste.
“If I am
doing anything, you are doing the same to me, Sienna,” he gasped, putting his
head down on her shoulder. “Look at us,” he said, biting her almost hard enough
to break the skin. She felt a sudden spike of heat in her veins. She wanted him
to bite harder, grab her tighter, but instead, he shifted so that when she
looked down, she saw his cock, glistening with her pleasure, slide into her. She shuddered and he bit her again, closer to her neck.
“Do it,”
she murmured, staring at the juncture of her thighs.
“Sienna,”
he began.
“No.” She
shook her head, emphatic. “I want you to. Don't pretend I'm stupid.” She looked
at him, at his grey eyes, stormy now with everything he wanted to keep her from
knowing. “We've already shared blood. That's what started this, isn’t it?”
He
frowned. “There was so little, just a drop. It shouldn't have mattered.”
“Oh
please.” She laughed, moaning when the motion pushed her onto his cock. “Even
that little bit was enough. You're not stupid, either.”
“I'm not
human,” he said, eyes gone dark with need.
She
swallowed, ran a hand over his chest. He shivered when she flicked at his
nipple, shuddered when she let her nails bite into his pecs .
“I know .” And she did know. She didn't want to think about the
implications, she’d already made her choice, but she had to consider what it
meant that she felt so drawn to him. She scratched at his skin, watched him
shudder, and had a sudden desire to see him tied up, all control taken away so
that she could use his body to show him how much she truly understood. He was a
vampire, but not a revenant. He was a killer. He was the man who'd protected
her and her mother. He was all of those things and probably more she didn't
understand, but this was enough for now. Enough for her to
make her choice. He was hers.
“I choose
you,” she said, licking her lips, willing him to believe.
He closed
his eyes and let his body relax, tucking his face into her neck. “So be it.” He
opened his mouth.
She
shivered as the wet heat of his tongue traced her skin. He smiled against her,
then slid a hand up to cup her jaw.
“Don't
move,” he said, the strength in his fingers conveying
his urgency.
She
blinked and he put his other hand on her ass and squeezed, a finger teasing at
her hole. She trembled, but didn't protest when he tightened his arms.
“I
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