Page 102 of The Donor’s Dilemma

Attempting, and failing, to master her heartbeat, Verity asked, “What’s wrong?”

Theo shook his head. “Just been thinking.”

“About…?”

He smirked. “What do you think?”

Raising her wrist to his lips, he kissed the sensitive skin and waited for Verity’s nod.

“Are we okay?” she whispered, needing to know.

“Of course,” he said with an incredulous look before kissing the palm of her hand. “Are we okay?” he asked back.

“Very okay.”

This time when he kissed her wrist Verity nodded and he sank his teeth into her, gifting her the sweet pain that had become her favourite drug. Her legs twitched as need struck her core, a soft moan escaped her lips, and Theo growled. Eyes black and endless. She couldn’t look away. She watched throughout, as his cheeks hollowed and he drank deep and gods it hurt. Such blissful agony.

At the edge of her mind Verity became vaguely aware of another feeling, a whisper compared to the roar of his feeding. His eyes broke away, looking down, beckoning her to follow his gaze. It was only when she saw his fingers that she felt them. Cool and soft, drawing idle circles on her knee. Her lip trembled as he moved higher, higher, with agonising slowness. He’d stopped feeding, her wrist still in his mouth but healing until all she could feel was the palm of his hand, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he grabbed her thigh and dragged her closer. Verity’s hand found his tie, pulling him against her.

Releasing her wrist Theo loomed over her, teeth bared and stained with her blood. She whimpered.

“Tell me to stop,” Theo said, voice strained and rough.

In answer, Verity leant up and crushed her lips against his. He took no more encouragement.

One moment he hovered above her, near shaking with restraint. The next he devoured her. Hands roamed every inch, grabbing her arse and pulling her hair as he consumed her with lips and tongue and teeth. Her moans could barely be heard above his feral groans.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t exist outside of this moment. If his lips left her, she might die.

His fang caught his lip, and she gasped as he sucked on the tiny sting before nipping again making her whimper and moan and sob with need. More. She wanted more. She wanted everything.

As if reading her mind Theo’s lips moved, kissing and licking down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. The lace of her bra left little to the imagination as he tore open the buttons of her dress and her nipples pebbled beneath his cool breath.

“Tell me to stop,” he said again, panting against her.

Verity shook her head and he grabbed her by the jaw, holding her still as he moved over her. His lips ghosted across hers as he said it again.

“Tell me to…”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Verity gasped, reaching up and sliding the straps of her bra over her shoulders, baring herself to him.

He watched her as if she might change her mind. To drive home the point, Verity reached for his belt, heaving her body to his when he didn’t move. She rocked against him, needing friction to soothe the desperate ache between her thighs. She moaned his name and he moved.

Taking both her hands in his, he held her still as his mouth lowered to her peaked breast. He kissed, soft and light, making her writhe. More. More. Yet he took his time with gentle touches of his mouth, catching the very tip of her nipple between his lips over and over. At first, it was almost nothing but with every whisper of contact her sensitivity climbed. Until that delicate touch fuelled her soaking heat.

“Theo,” she moaned, pulling at her hands, fighting for control. “Theo, please.”

“You want me to stop?” he asked, words smothered by her breast.

“Stop teasing me,” she whined, and he pulled back to look at her.

“Stop teasing you?” he asked, voice high.

His hand slid from her neck to pinch her over-sensitive nipple. Verity cried a curse as her legs clamped around him. Then his mouth replaced his fingers, sucking hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, before licking and soothing.

“Stop teasing you?” he asked again. “That doesn’t seem very fair.”

“How is this fair?” she asked, fighting to pull her hands from his.