he knew he could have her then. Nico knew she
did not understand what she was going through, not a virgin. And she could not
even recognize her desire to offer nourishment to him.
He pulled back from her neck, then drew her face closer. He
kissed her, knowing it would not satisfy either of them. If anything, it would
make their dawning need worse. He understood this. She did not. He slanted his
mouth over hers, sliding his tongue between her lips. He could taste her then,
or at least a bit of her essence, but it was not enough. Pleasure crawled
through him as he continued to kiss her. He molded his hand to her breast,
enjoying the gasp of surprise mixed with delight. Her nipple was already tight.
He moved his thumb over it slowly as he nibbled at her bottom lip. Unable to
help himself, he grazed it.
"Oh," she said as he sucked the small drop of
blood from it.
Lord, that was a mistake. He had been right. Her blood was
sweet and savory. It danced over his taste buds, and his head started to spin.
He had never tasted something so delectable in his life. The tang of her called
to him. His craving for her increased. He wanted her beneath him as he plunged
into her and drank from her. His cock hardened, beckoning a need for release
that he had never had before. It was as if his body already knew this was his
mate.
He knew he was losing control of the situation, but for one
long moment, he did not care. He wanted her then, needed her. Waiting was not
an option.
He tugged on the material of her bodice and freed her
breasts. He kissed his way down her neck, grazing but not breaking her skin. He
did have enough sense to know that if he sunk his fangs into her, that he would
never be able to pull himself back.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth as he pinched the
other. She moaned then, his name, and he felt a stirring in his soul that
shocked him. The tight reigns of control he held on his baser needs started to
sleep. His own blood pounded. His fangs ached to feed.
Then the carriage came to a shuddering stop. It took him a
moment to realize they were outside her house, and soon his driver would be
knocking on the door.
He gave her nipple one last lick before pulling himself back
from her.
Good God, she was a sight. Her hair was slightly mussy, her
nipples were still hard with need, and a part of him yearned to damn everyone
to hell and take her then.
But that would not do.
He ground his teeth together then pulled up her bodice.
"Cordelia, love."
Her eyelids fluttered then she opened them. Deep within her
blue eyes, he saw the desire he felt.
"We are at your sister's townhouse."
For a moment she did not react. Then her eyes widened, the
passion dissolving into embarrassment.
"Oh, my goodness," she said, her tone still filled
with unfulfilled passion. "I-I cannot understand what came over me."
"I do, but we will not worry about that at the
moment."
He gave her a sweet kiss, barely brushing his mouth over
hers. Even that had his need for her rising. It took all his control to pick
her up and move her to the opposite seat. He ground his teeth together,
although his fangs did not ascend completely. He wasn't sure that they would
until he truly mated with her.
She was busy righting herself as much as possible.
"Just pull your cape over you, and no one will
see."
She sighed and did as he instructed.
"Nico...I..."
She seemed to be at a loss for words. When he really looked
at her expression, he could read the mortification. For Cordelia, healthy
sexual needs would have been seen as something to ignore. Not only did she live
in the stifling society of London, she had grown up the daughter of a woman who
was notorious for her affairs. He knew it could not be easy for someone like
her to deal with the need she had for him.
There was a knock at the door.
"Just a moment, please," he said. He took
Cordelia's hands. "What is it?"
"I just want you to know that I have never done
anything like that. Well, except for last
did not understand what she was going through, not a virgin. And she could not
even recognize her desire to offer nourishment to him.
He pulled back from her neck, then drew her face closer. He
kissed her, knowing it would not satisfy either of them. If anything, it would
make their dawning need worse. He understood this. She did not. He slanted his
mouth over hers, sliding his tongue between her lips. He could taste her then,
or at least a bit of her essence, but it was not enough. Pleasure crawled
through him as he continued to kiss her. He molded his hand to her breast,
enjoying the gasp of surprise mixed with delight. Her nipple was already tight.
He moved his thumb over it slowly as he nibbled at her bottom lip. Unable to
help himself, he grazed it.
"Oh," she said as he sucked the small drop of
blood from it.
Lord, that was a mistake. He had been right. Her blood was
sweet and savory. It danced over his taste buds, and his head started to spin.
He had never tasted something so delectable in his life. The tang of her called
to him. His craving for her increased. He wanted her beneath him as he plunged
into her and drank from her. His cock hardened, beckoning a need for release
that he had never had before. It was as if his body already knew this was his
mate.
He knew he was losing control of the situation, but for one
long moment, he did not care. He wanted her then, needed her. Waiting was not
an option.
He tugged on the material of her bodice and freed her
breasts. He kissed his way down her neck, grazing but not breaking her skin. He
did have enough sense to know that if he sunk his fangs into her, that he would
never be able to pull himself back.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth as he pinched the
other. She moaned then, his name, and he felt a stirring in his soul that
shocked him. The tight reigns of control he held on his baser needs started to
sleep. His own blood pounded. His fangs ached to feed.
Then the carriage came to a shuddering stop. It took him a
moment to realize they were outside her house, and soon his driver would be
knocking on the door.
He gave her nipple one last lick before pulling himself back
from her.
Good God, she was a sight. Her hair was slightly mussy, her
nipples were still hard with need, and a part of him yearned to damn everyone
to hell and take her then.
But that would not do.
He ground his teeth together then pulled up her bodice.
"Cordelia, love."
Her eyelids fluttered then she opened them. Deep within her
blue eyes, he saw the desire he felt.
"We are at your sister's townhouse."
For a moment she did not react. Then her eyes widened, the
passion dissolving into embarrassment.
"Oh, my goodness," she said, her tone still filled
with unfulfilled passion. "I-I cannot understand what came over me."
"I do, but we will not worry about that at the
moment."
He gave her a sweet kiss, barely brushing his mouth over
hers. Even that had his need for her rising. It took all his control to pick
her up and move her to the opposite seat. He ground his teeth together,
although his fangs did not ascend completely. He wasn't sure that they would
until he truly mated with her.
She was busy righting herself as much as possible.
"Just pull your cape over you, and no one will
see."
She sighed and did as he instructed.
"Nico...I..."
She seemed to be at a loss for words. When he really looked
at her expression, he could read the mortification. For Cordelia, healthy
sexual needs would have been seen as something to ignore. Not only did she live
in the stifling society of London, she had grown up the daughter of a woman who
was notorious for her affairs. He knew it could not be easy for someone like
her to deal with the need she had for him.
There was a knock at the door.
"Just a moment, please," he said. He took
Cordelia's hands. "What is it?"
"I just want you to know that I have never done
anything like that. Well, except for last
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