Blood Prince

Before I even knew what I’d done, I brushed his lips with mine. A gentle nudge to bring him back to the present. To take away the pain. But it was so much more than that. It was a bridge, one linking us across an ocean of time, though I couldn’t even begin to tell the depths of that vast sea. When he took my mouth with more passion than I had ever experienced, I knew I was in trouble.

Chapter Ten

Paris

I couldn’t believe the sweetness of her. Waking to her pressed against me was an acute torture. She slumbered, no doubt unaware of how she had molded herself to my side, just as she had in times past. I couldn’t control my need for her, my cock hardening as she placed her calf against it.

I’d forced my hands to stay put. One rested on her hip and the other at my side, restless to touch her. Her breathing changed, and her eyelashes tickled my chest. Her eyelashes flickered faster, and I couldn’t help my smile, knowing she was surprised at finding herself glued to me. But when she went to move away, I couldn’t let her go.

Her lips brushed against mine, and I took more, melding our mouths and partaking in the sweet ecstasy of her kiss. She warmed even more under my caresses, and the scent of her desire lengthened my fangs, though I was careful not to harm her.

I slid my hands down, grabbing her ass and raising her to get a better angle on her mouth. The heat of her against my aching shaft made me hurt, and imagining how much hotter she would be once I was inside her to the hilt sent me precariously close to the edge. She ran her hands in my hair. Her breasts crushed against me, the tight buds of her nipples making my cock pulse with need. She felt me and moved her hips, thin fabric the only thing between me and the sweet bliss I knew lay between her thighs. I pulled her up my body and reached a hand around her, stroking her sex from behind.

She moaned as I moved the fabric aside and delved a finger inside her. Gods, she was tight. Her sheath could milk my cock until I cried out for mercy. And she would laugh wantonly as she used to, taking her pleasures and giving me even more. Gods, she drove me wild. Even now, after being separated by an eternity, she was everything I wanted.

I drew my fingers out and reached even farther, massaging her clit with her own wetness. It was already swollen and in need of my attentions. She undulated on top of me as I stroked her mouth with my tongue and her clit with my fingers. Her magic swirled in the air around us, and my skin tingled with electricity. She neared the edge, about to cascade into a release. But I would not let her come so easily.

I removed my fingers, causing her to dig her fingernails into me in frustration. I savored her raw emotion and flipped her on her back. Ripping the teddy from her, I shredded the thin fabric easily. She was bare to me. The peaks of her nipples pointed to the heavens as she spread her legs. I slid down her body, the scent of her arousal drawing me toward the fair hair at the junction of her thighs. When I saw the pink of her lips, I held back a groan. My cock strained against the fabric of my shorts, but I denied it, would not sate it until I had my fill of her tender flesh.

I nuzzled her thigh, enjoying the shimmer of her magic that lit the air around us. Her powers were barely leashed. I wanted to send her out of control, not giving a damn what the consequences were. I feasted on her, letting my tongue stroke her with abandon.

Elena

I had given myself over to instinct—a slave to its needs. The weak protests in my mind had long since dissolved under the insistence of his kiss. And now my thoughts were filled with only one thing—Paris. He nestled between my thighs, his gaze on my innermost flesh and a ravenous glint in his eyes. I had never allowed a male to get this close to me, this intimate. And I should have bolted from the room, but I didn’t.

His fangs had grown into lethally sharp tips. But, gods, the sight made me hot, made me want him more than I’d ever wanted anything. When he licked me, I couldn’t hold back the moan that reverberated through the room. When he didn’t stop, I cried out his name.

His tongue sped its pace, licking me as if he wanted to taste every last bit of me. And I wanted him to. I kept my hands in his hair as my body arched, spread wide before him. He sank a finger deeply into me and reached the other hand up to caress my breast. He sucked at my tender flesh, and the sensation made me writhe. Increasing his speed, he made my mind go blank, focused solely on him pushing me to the brink. The tension grew until my need blotted out everything else. When I felt the tip of his fang graze the nub at my center, the tension broke and I went over the edge, falling and cascading into the deep waters beneath. I cried out as I came, the release invading my every thought, every breath.