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Bloody, fucking hell. What was he thinking?
Her thrumming heartbeat and obvious arousal at the thought of feeding was the reaction of a newly made vampire, not a vampire born. Her sea-fire eyes blazed, dilating with desire. The sight of her was an aphrodisiac that threatened to strangle him with overwhelming lust.
“Mina, listen to me.”
She licked her lips, her gaze focused on his throat.
“Look at me.”
She did.
“I’m going to let you drink from my throat. You’ll get more blood than from the thinner veins in my arm.” And the ball-tightening torture of having her fangs in his flesh would end sooner.
She nodded. “Yes.”
If she licked her pink tongue over her lips one more time, he was going to come in his trousers.
“It’s natural to feel a certain amount of pleasure during feeding. Just go easy. Slow. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He eased his weight on top of her, cupping the back of her head and lifting her to his arched neck. She licked his pulse. He hissed a breath between his teeth, his own fangs sharp and aching.
“Bite, Mina.” His gravelly command did the trick.
With a sweet moan, she sank her canines into his throat. And his world came apart.
Molten, liquid heat flowed into his veins, her elixir racing straight to his cock. She sucked hard, the piercing pain rolling over into ecstasy. Her knuckles turned white where she gripped the headboard slats, but keeping her hands off him did little good. She arched her spine, pressing the supple mounds of her breasts against his chest.
Then she opened her legs, cradling his cock between them, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the scorching heat of her body. The scent of her arousal filled his lungs.
She moaned, still sucking hard, and rocked her pelvis up, rubbing her sweet cunny along his rigid length.
“Mina,” he warned. “Easy.”
His warning seemed to have the opposite effect, for she whimpered and rode his cock harder. The wall he’d erected—his code of morals—was being bashed apart by the most sweetly sensual creature he’d ever known.
She broke free from his throat, pressing her head back into the pillow. The action thrust up her breasts and arched her neck, presenting him with the most vulnerable part of her. An act of submission. A temptation that commanded his sudden attention, calling to the predator inside him who wanted to pounce, to take. He imagined burying his fangs into her slender throat and his cock inside her, marking her for his own.
“For fuck’s sake.”
He pressed both hands into the mattress, leveraging to launch himself off her.
“No!” She let loose the headboard and gripped him at the shoulders, her nails sinking into his shirt. “Please,” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. “I ache…please.”
The despair in her eyes ripped his heart right out of his chest. He couldn’t fuck her. She was a virgin, meant for her husband. Which would never be him. But he could ease the pain. Something told him she’d never done this for herself. To herself.
“Please,” she begged again, closing her eyes as her body quivered with longing. He could smell it, taste it on his tongue. A tear slipped into her hair.
“Shhh. It’s all right. I’ll take care of you.” He pried one of her hands loose from his shoulder, shifting his weight to her side. “I’ll show you,” he crooned.
Her panting breaths increased as he untied her robe and opened it at the hips. Taking her hand, he lifted it to her mouth.
“Open.”
She parted her lips, her canines still sharp, her mouth reddened from his blood. A possessive thought flickered through his overheated brain. He pressed two fingers inside along her tongue. Cupping her hand with his, his index and middle finger along the back of hers, he slid her fingers down her body into her slick cleft.
She gasped, her mouth opening wider, her eyes tightly closed.
“That’s it.” He guided her own fingers around the swollen nub, sliding farther down to her entrance, then back up. “Just like that.”
She rocked up to meet the downward trail of her fingers, her undulating hips dislodging the top of her robe. The flap over her breast nearest him slipped free. Her perfect, rosy-pink nipple jutted up as she rolled her body to the rhythm he’d set. Losing focus, his fingers slipped from atop hers, gliding into her drenched folds. Like silken heaven.
She moaned and thrust her hips up harder. He couldn’t take his eyes off her writhing body—her thatch of dark-blond hair, pert breast, pale throat, and mouth open in ecstasy. A temptation no man could endure.
His fingers took control, gliding into her soaked folds, pressing against her engorged nubbin. Hot desire spiked his heart rate like a rocket, stealing his breath.
“Yes.” She clenched her fingers around his wrist, urging him on. “Please…more.”
“Just a little taste,” he murmured on a rumbling growl.
He lowered his mouth over her taut nipple, rolled his tongue in a circle, then sucked hard, grazing with teeth.
“Mikhail.” She cried out and thrust her hand into his hair, pressing him closer.
Sliding two fingers into her tight heat, he circled her clit with his thumb and flicked her nipple with his tongue, knowing for certain he’d lost his fucking mind.
Her panting cries filled the room, growing quicker, louder, as she plummeted toward her orgasm. Her nails dug into his scalp. He thrust his fingers faster, deeper as she pumped her pretty hips up to meet him. Pressing his cock into her hip to ease his own ache, he groaned at the pink flush heating her body. Then her fist tightened in his hair.
“Mikhail.” A long moan let loose from her throat. Her sex squeezed and pulsed with her climax. He continued to brush his lips gently over her kiss-swollen nipple, easing her down as the ripples of her orgasm slowed.
When her breathing had evened, he removed his fingers gently and closed her robe. Her expression showed only a woman well-satisfied. No regret. He was glad of that. Though he wished he could say the same for himself. He crossed a line he should not have, and the torture of knowing her so intimately would only kill him slowly.
Easing off the bed, he picked up his harness and strode for the door.
“Captain.”
He paused, the door ajar.
Her whisper was feather-soft. “Thank you.”
He nodded without turning and left, knowing for certain he had wandered off the path he’d set for himself. For the first time ever, he felt lost.
Chapter Five
“Your Highness, you look so beautiful.” Irena sighed. “I must’ve looked like a haggard witch in that dress compared to you.”
Mina laughed and spun around, shaking her head. “Highly doubtful. You are quite lovely, Irena. May I ask a favor of you?”
“Anything.” Irena beamed, standing in a gown of coral silk, the square neck accented with delicate lace. She truly was a beautiful young woman.