This Time Tomorrow (Phenomenal Fate 2)

“You may have me and my blood,” she whispered unevenly.

When he made a hoarse sound and pulled her down to the carpeted floor, it felt nothing short of inevitable. She stuffed a rag in the mouth of her common sense, crossed her wrists above her head, arched her back and abandoned everything but sensation. Here in the dark, in the middle of this surreal night, she would give in to the fierce attraction she’d lived with so long. She’d pay homage to the girl who never got her night with the man of her dreams. And she would ease his suffering because every fiber of her being called on her to do so.

Elias rose up over Roksana, studying her face as if to make sure she’d meant yes. Really meant it. Whatever he saw there made him growl. Made his fangs elongate in the gentle moonlight. His tongue curled around one and she whimpered, recognizing the sound as something base, uncontrollable. “I’ve never felt grateful to be immortal until now,” he rasped, dragging a fingertip slowly downward between her breasts. “But losing the memory of this by dying would be unacceptable.”

Roksana held her breath as Elias lowered his head to the peak of her right breast, groaning through a slow lick, then opening his mouth wide to suckle both nipple and areola, drawing on her until his cheekbones hollowed. Her hands flew to her sides, fingers digging into the carpet. She looked up at the ceiling blindly, her knees jerking up just as Elias settled between them, pinning her lower body to the floor with his substantial weight.

Without warning, he punched his hips forward roughly, baring his teeth against her ear. “Do you know what your little entrance downstairs did to my cock, Roksana? I almost yanked up this fucking dress, pushed you face down over the poker table and hit your pussy from the back.” He kissed her neck sweetly, his manner at odds with his coarse language. “Now pull it up around your waist and get it out of my goddamn way.”

Roksana’s hands were shaking as she reached down and gathered the hem. “Tonight is your one free pass to speak to me with that trash mouth, vampire.”

His impatient hands covered hers, helping her draw up the tight hem of her dress, leaving her naked from the waist down. “Every filthy word makes your pulse go crazy, baby. That fucking pulse. Even when you’re continents away, it haunts me.” He crashed his lips down on top of hers, desperate, seeking her tongue with his own—and she gave it, moaning at the feel of his fangs pressing to her top lip. “Wrap your thighs around me. I’m not waiting. I can’t.”

“I don’t want you to wait,” she managed, drawing up her legs and squeezing his ribcage. “Just…”

He paused in the act of licking the side of her neck. “Just what?”

Roksana’s breath hitched, heat pushing against the backs of her eyelids. “Y-you’re not going to forget this, are you?”

For the briefest moment in time, utter ruin was a living thing on his face, but it quickly passed, replaced by white hot intensity. “Never, Roksana. Never. That’s a promise.” With his mouth poised on top of hers, Elias reached down and unzipped his pants, making a sound in his throat when he fisted himself. He dragged the head of his sex through her damp folds, his eyes losing focus with every pass, his fangs seeming to sharpen and throb. “I’m going to remember how wet my trash mouth made you between these legs, baby. Going to remember how you’re looking up at me with trust, even though I’m trying…I’m trying so damn hard not to go fast and break you. I’m going to remember your hair spread out behind you, the same color as the moon. I’m going to remember it all. Every goddamn detail. Okay?”

With an effort, she swallowed, some of the tension leaving her chest. “Okay.” A muscle jumped in his cheek and he seemed to be fighting a battle against saying more, but in the end he kissed her thoroughly, his fist still moving the blunt tip of his shaft from her entrance to her clit, again and again and again, until her hips turned agitated on the floor and she was panting, her fingers twisting in the back of his shirt. “Elias.”

“Roksana,” he said thickly against her lips, finally pushing the first, wide inch of his erection inside of her, then spearing deep with a hard twist of his hips. “Roksana.”

Overhead, bulbs shattered, setting off crackling fireworks in the dark hallway, outlining Elias’s strong shoulders and head with a light show.

Explosions went off inside Roksana as well. Thrilling ones, victorious ones.

I’m full of him. So full. So complete.

There was discomfort, as well, but it made her feel like a woman, a warrior and a sexpot all rolled into one. Her ache was full of his ache. They ached together.