Amethyst Flame (Flame 2)
He blew between her folds, which had her gasping all over again. The sting of his fangs came next, in two different spots so that she cried out.
He only licked at the wounds first, catching what she could feel had started to flow from her skin. Something in his vampire saliva kept the wounds from closing up, though later he could release a different chemical to seal the cuts. But not until he was ready.
Each lick was a firm glide over her sex. Her hips rocked heavily now. She was already close to orgasm and they’d barely gotten started.
His voice entered her mind. Can you talk like this?
Yes. Even her telepathic voice sounded breathless.
Good, because I don’t want to stop what I’m doing. But I want you to know that your blood tastes like a flower, like something exotic. My God, Emma.
I love what you’re doing to me, Vaughn. I love that you’ve bitten me and that I’m feeding you. I’m also feeling very strange, almost dizzy, because of the thrall. Yet it feels fantastic.
It’s supposed to keep you in a state of complete submission.
She loved the sensation. It’s amazing, like feeling heat all the way to my bones. I couldn’t move away from you if I wanted to. No wonder some witches I know seek out vampires just for this kind of pleasure.
If you like this, you’re going to love what I do next.
What did he mean? She held her breath, waiting.
That’s when he took her in his mouth and began to suck in earnest. He drank from the wounds, and at the same time, continued to drive her toward ecstasy. A cry left her throat. He sucked harder, tugging at all her sensitive folds and at the same time feeding from what kept flowing.
The dizzying thrall seemed to intensify and suddenly the orgasm arrived, rolling over her in he
avy, erotic waves. She gripped his shoulders, pushing her sex against his mouth and savoring each tug on her flesh.
He stayed with her until the last bit of pleasure faded then drifted away. She lay lax on the bench, her arms hanging down on either side.
He swiped the wounds with his tongue to seal them, then lifted up to look at her. “I could spend hours right here, making you come repeatedly.”
She nodded. “I’d love it, too.” She became aware that the sealing of the wounds had ended the thrall. She was no longer dizzy, yet she already missed the sensation of being caught by him.
She looked into his intense, gray eyes dilated with need. Affection for him warmed her chest. Sex had always meant more to her than just the physical and because of all the phone calls, she knew Vaughn now, knew him well.
A feeling very much like love expanded in her chest. But at almost the same moment, she repressed the feeling. This was Five Bridges, a hellish place that had already cost her so much. Did she really want to go down that road again?
He rose up slightly and kissed her abdomen several times. “You’re looking very serious, Em.”
“This is so strange but wonderful to be with you right now. I’m loving this stolen time of ours.” She ran her fingers down his cheek. “And being enthralled was amazing, especially knowing you could have killed me if you’d wanted to. Very dangerous and erotic.”
For some reason this made him smile.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Not exactly. I was picturing how long it would take to deplete your blood supply from where I was feeding.” His lips curved.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “How very wicked, but what a way to go.”
He chuckled again and once more she caressed his face. “I love that we’re doing this, but I never thought it would happen.”
“Me, neither.”
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Vaughn stared into Emma’s passion-drenched eyes. The taste of her blood and her sex combined was still in his mouth and kept him hard as a rock. But what surprised him was how much her blood had powered him up. His muscles felt pumped, and for a moment, he could feel what it was for Emma to be a witch.
He didn’t know how much time they actually had together, but he intended to make the most of it.