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Chill bumps pebbled over her hammering pulse there.
She gasped when the burn from his fangs penetrated. The pain-pleasure turned into a mind-numbing rapture. With each suckle, desire beat through her, making her womb hard with coiled need. Sensual greed. Searing-hot craving. Never had she experienced the sensations that tore through her. What was he doing to her? She was reduced to primal yearning, basic as any animal. Nothing mattered but touching him, tasting him. Joining with him.
“Libbu,” Zamush whispered, breaking contact.
A warm trail of liquid ran over her throat, his tongue following the path to the top of her now-naked breasts. Wait… she had no clothes on. He’d somehow willed them away. Squirming, she moaned at the abrasion of his leather-clad groin against her. Not enough. As much as she needed her next breath, she had to have his slick, naked body pressed against hers. She tugged at her hands trapped between them, yearning to run them over the hills and valleys of his muscular form. And it wasn’t just her hands she wanted to explore his tantalizing form with. She needed to explore all that luscious flesh with her tongue—tasting, savoring the salty muskiness that was all Zamush.
“Zamush...”
Between one breath and the next, she landed on her back on the soft mattress of her bed, captured under Zamush’s naked form. He’d clasped her hands above her in one of his, and his other hand trailed a path over her sensitive breasts. He kneaded the pliable flesh, causing her nipples to pucker into even harder points.
A moan tore from her lips at the friction. She burned, twisting her legs to get the desired friction between them.
He silenced her moans of pleasure with his lips and pressed his hard length to tease her swollen clit. His lips slanted against hers, his tongue gaining entrance.
Each swipe was a slow caress, ratcheting her urgency higher.
His wide, firm hand snuck under her ass, pressing her mound against him.
Her weeping slit coated them both with her slick honey. Wild with uncontrolled passion, Jelena wrapped her legs around his trim waist and hung on for dear life.
~Zamush~
Holy fucking Goddess of the galaxy.
Zamush spiraled out of control as the sensual rush of Jelena’s blood roared through him. Never before had he’d experienced such decadent glory as the coppery goodness of her essence. The mental block between them broke free. All at once, a rush of her recent memories hit him, carrying a dose of the smoldering feelings she uncovered for him.
He relived her taking Sychar’s blood and the realization that what she felt for the man had been nothing but a young girl’s unrealistic dream. It didn’t compare to the reaction she had to him. Their deep connection terrified her. She wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming feelings he brought out in her, but was determined to explore what they might mean to one another.
Withdrawing, he took his time licking her wound closed. Lifting his head, he watched her eyes flutter open. Instead of the dual brandy brown-sharp orange color of her irises, vertical slits of brilliant red expanded in a sea of milky white. Her need for blood ratcheted to a higher level.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Jelena, take from me as I have taken from you.” Releasing his hold on her hands, he swept his hair aside and exposed the vulnerable part of his neck. She nuzzled him before her swift bite punctured his skin.
Twin prongs of ecstasy and torture transformed into blinding, erotic pleasure. As she suckled, his breath rasped in euphoria. His cock swelled, huge and hard with each draw she took. The rapture of her suckling created a mixture of sensations hard to ride through. Sharing their reactions to each other was more than he’d ever imagined. “Ah, Jelena, you are all there is.”
If he wasn’t so consumed by what she was doing, he’d laugh at this bit of poetic nonsense. He’d always been a straightforward, unromantic man. The few sexual partners he had over his long life left him wanting. Once he’d taken their blood, he not only had access to their memories, but could hear their thoughts while in the throes of sexual indulgence. It was hard to have soft feelings for someone when they silently broadcasted the real reason they slept with him. Some were bored, some thought he had money, some thought him handsome and loved adding the encounter to their bragging rights. And some were afraid of him and liked the added rush. He had access to Jelena’s recent memories, but her mental chatter didn’t bombard him.
She withdrew and licked the wound closed.
His half-lidded eyes fluttered open to stare at her. When her eyes leisurely opened, he noticed the normal colors were restored and her pupils dilated wide.
She squirmed and created a soft cradle between her thighs, welcoming him home.
He winced. This sexy woman had never been with a man before. The way she handled her sweet, sexy little body warred with the innocence in her eyes. It was his responsibility to ensure she willingly came along where he took them next. He licked his lips and gave her a slow, sultry smile. With a knowing glance, he moved down to her quivering breasts. Taking a nipple between his lips, he nurtured and nipped the puckered point. Rolling his tongue around the tip, he gave it one last loving kiss before moving to the other one.
His fangs pricked the inside of his mouth, and his aroused body echoed the ache. The enthralling scent of her delicate skin kicked his heart into a hard thud. Heat scorched all across his naked skin, turning it slick.
Her ragged breaths sawed in-and-out, making her luscious breasts quiver with each rise and fall.
Bracing himself on a single hand, he dragged his fingers over her collarbone and down over the peak slope of her breast. “You are so perfect, Jelena.”
He caressed her sensitive tummy with an open palm.
She quivered under his touch.
It was clear she didn’t know whether to be excited or afraid. Her tentative response made the wall of uncertainty inside him melt. Keeping an unblinking eye on her, he made sure she was open to what he did. With a light stroke, he palmed her silky mound. His fingers tickled through the nest of curls that were already soaked with her desire.
That overwhelming invitation spurred him on. His mouth enveloped the slope of her breast and grasped a jutting nipple with his lips.
