“Becks,” she groaned.
His thumb moved up to cover the spot he had just been kissing. His eyes stared down at her, the bottomless pits of onyx so dark in the light. There was nothing but darkness in him. Nothing but the pure-blooded dominant vampire he was. And somehow…somehow, he was still stopping.
“Please.”
“I want you, Reyna. Not your blood. I don’t want to want your blood.”
“But you do.”
“I can feel the ache in my very bones. It sings to me.”
“Then why…?”
“Because if I want it like this, I won’t stop.”
The phrase was final. Delivered with an unparalleled intensity. This was the law. The line he would not cross.
“Okay,” Reyna said slowly. “We’ll figure it out.”
“There is nothing to figure out. I will not jeopardize your safety.”
“I mean that we’ll find out a way to make it safe. I accept you for who you are, Becks,” she said, threading their fingers together. “I don’t want you to hold back when we’re together.”
He grinned, a feral primal thing, wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs, and hoisted her into the air. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
She gasped and threw her arms around his shoulders. He slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed. And he wasn’t gentle. Her body heated at the touch and she pushed her hands up into his hair, drawing his lips to hers.
Everything slowed down to this moment. To his raw unbridled passion and the way in which his lips and hands and entire body claimed her. All she wanted was him. His taste and touch. Purely Beckham. The man that she had dreamed about for so, so long in that terrible place. She wanted to forget. Forget everything but skin on skin and breathless panting and sweet release.
Beckham didn’t hesitate. He walked them into the nearest wall. Her back collided with the hard surface and she grunted on impact. She bit her lip from the jarring movement. Blood spilled from the gash.
“Shit,” he groaned.
For a second, she thought he was going to drop her. His eyes narrowed to the tinge of red coating her lips. In his eyes, he stalked her like a predator. Ready to take what was rightfully his.
“We should stop.”
Reyna ignored him. Taste test number one. She ran her finger through her sickly sweet blood and pressed it to his lips.
“Suck.”
He groaned deep in the back of his throat at her command. Then he took her finger into his mouth and tasted her. Sweet ecstasy crossed his face.
“Reyna…”
She grabbed his face with both hands and dragged their lips together. His tongue moved across hers, reveling in her and the temptation before him.
“You will be the end of me.”
“Aren’t I just the beginning?”
“I’m already anticipating how this turns out.”
“Just enjoy the ride.”
“Do not entice me to bite you.”
“Taste me, Becks.”
He hesitated only a moment before diving back in and capturing her lip. He sucked it into his mouth, drinking the small amount of blood that fed from the unexpected cut. He pressed himself even harder against her and sighed deeply with pleasure. The sound of his own excitement sent heat straight between her legs.
He released her lip gingerly as if the thought of stopping was nearly impossible. She could see the struggle between man and monster. And knew that the man would win out.
“I’ll do anything to have you make that sound again.”
“Anything?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Slowly she dropped onto her feet. She sneaked a devious glance up at him before reaching for the belt of his jeans and pulling it free. He watched her silently as she popped the button and dragged the zipper down to the base. She ran a finger across the waistband of his black boxer briefs before reaching within and freeing his cock.
Beckham tensed only slightly. Her own body hummed with anticipation. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and pumped up and down once then twice. When he didn’t object, she pulled the jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles and kneeled before this incredible man.
Beckham’s hand tangled in her hair as she reached for his cock once more. She hesitated, looking at the length of it. She had never been particularly good at this but she wanted Beckham to have all the pleasure she had. She wanted to make him squirm even.
“That’s right,” he said, coaxing her head forward. “Open your mouth for me, Little One.”
So much for squirming. Somehow, he managed to still be in complete control. And somehow it was even fucking hotter. If her soaked panties were any indication.
She did what he said. She opened her mouth, allowing him the access he so desired. He pressed his cock forward and entered her mouth with control and precision. Just far enough that she wasn’t gagging but almost to the brink. And still she wasn’t close to taking him all in. Her hand reached for his length as he withdrew. She palmed it in her hand as she sucked back on the head. Then he thrust forward into her, forcing her to open her mouth wider and further to compensate for him.