Blood Type (Blood Type 1)

She had never known anyone like this. All-consuming. The very thought of leaving him had been horrible. The idea that he didn’t want her…even worse. Now she was here and their lips were pressed together and everything was right in the world.

Reyna forced his suit coat off of his broad shoulders, and it dropped heavily onto the floor below them. He sat up, wrenched the tie from around his neck, and tore his shirt open. Buttons wrenched from their places and pinged against the wall as his impatience won out. She reached forward and ran her nails down the front of his chest.

He was perfection. Toned and tight with the muscular physique of a god. She was used to the men back in the warehouses, and not one of them held a candle to Beckham.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he groaned, as he flicked open the button of her jeans and dragged them off of her legs. “You have no idea how difficult it was when you came out dressed in nothing but lingerie.”

He reached for her leg and started kissing up her calf. He hit her knee and let her leg rest on his shoulder as he trailed his lips along her inner thigh. Once he touched her underwear, she squirmed underneath him, ready for him to take her again, but he didn’t oblige her and he worked his lips down the other leg.

“Becks,” she moaned. “You weren’t the only one that found it hard to hold out. I was practically throwing myself at you.”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

He pulled her down roughly until her ass was resting on the end of the bed. Then he buried his face in her crotch.

“This in particular,” he said, breathing hot against her underwear and moving to flick his tongue over the vein in her leg.

Her moans grew louder, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to wait any longer. “Taste me. I know you want to.” Beckham tensed, but she met his eyes. “I trust you.”

“I don’t trust myself.”

“Please,” she begged. She wasn’t above begging for anything at this point.

She felt the smallest prick at her inner thigh and then a flood of endorphins rushed her body. She shuddered. All of the blood flowed through her system, and everything was a total rush. Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling was a high. The feel of his coarse hands on her legs made her ache all over for him. Her head was both fuzzy and clearer than it had ever been before.

Then Beckham pulled back harshly. He stood a short distance away, breathing heavy and looking like he was torn between devouring her and running out of the room.

“That was Heaven,” she breathed.

“Reyna…I can’t,” he stuttered. “It’s too dangerous.”

She was floating in a sea of desire, and everything felt right with the world. It had only been a couple seconds, but it had been bliss. She felt herself coming back to reality. The shot of endorphins was wearing off so quickly.

Jesus Christ, no wonder people got addicted to this.

“Is it always this wonderful?” she murmured softly.

He inhaled deeply. “No. It’s stronger when it’s emotionally charged.”

She sat up on her elbows and smiled at him. “Come here.”

“It’s not safe.”

“Then don’t bite me.”

“What if I can’t stop?”

“You will,” she told him. “We’ll take it slow.”

He cleared the distance between them. “The last thing I want is to take this slow.”

His lips claimed hers once more with a fiery passion that she matched. With their lips still pressed together, she hurried backward on the bed, grasping his shoulders and drawing him back with her. He covered her body with his own and she grinded her body against him. So little clothing remained between them, and she pushed at his pants in earnest. He swiftly followed her command and removed them, and she rushed out of her underwear.

Pressing her legs farther apart, he slipped his fingers down in between her lips and massaged the wetness over her clit. She sighed and tilted her head back. Her body was so sensitive and heightened even from the smallest bite earlier. She could feel how easily her body responded to his touch and how attuned to him she really was.

Suddenly the head of his cock replaced his fingers and she arched off the bed pushing him farther into her. She reached out and grabbed his arm for leverage, but he had other ideas. His hand snatched up her wrists and pushed them over her head. Then his dick thrust deep inside of her. She cried out as he stretched her to full.

Her eyes fluttered open and stared up at the deep dark orbs. He looked not a bit hesitant. He was all man. Primal. Taking what was his in that moment. She could read it all over his face.