“Tell me how I feel inside you,” I whispered as sweat dripped off both of us.
“Complete,” she answered, her voice gravel rough. “Like I walk around empty all day until you’re with me. I feel…whole!,” she cried out on that last word. But instead of straining for her orgasm, rocking her hips back into me, she relaxed. She surrendered.
I dropped my hand between us and stroked her clit. “Come for me, Princess.” I sank my fangs into her throat and drank.
Her body tightened and her gasps came closer, higher, until she was a mess of keening cries. Then she screamed as her body rippled and convulsed around me, nearly pulling me over with her.
She went limp against the cross, and I pulled out, gritting my teeth after lapping the bite closed.
“Hawke?”
I unbuckled her cuffs one by one and she melted into my arms. “What about you?”
“I want you on the bed.” I carried her to the massive structure, then sat on the edge, pulling her into my lap so she straddled me.
She rose up on her knees, then sank down onto my cock, swallowing me inch by inch.
“Fuck, Avi,” I groaned, rocking my hips up into her. I hooked my arm around her back and used her shoulder to pull her down harder into every thrust. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she moaned, her fangs punching down.
“This pussy is mine.” I drove up again.
“Yours,” she repeated, chasing her high.
“Stop asking me to take you like you’re someone else,” I demanded as pleasure consumed me, stole my logic. “Because you’re the only female I’ve ever let on top of me.”
She whimpered, riding me harder.
“You have more of me than anyone ever has, Avi, and we’re both damned for it.” I flipped, putting her under me. “And you’re sure as fuck the only female I’ve ever let at my throat. The only female I’ll ever let at my throat. Fucking feed.”
She arched up and bit.
Electric bliss pulsed through me, and I let go, pounding into her without thought or restraint. It was primal and hard and she took it all, rocking back for more, driving her heels into the bed for leverage. There was only Avi’s body under mine, her fangs in my vein, her pussy gripping me tight as the first ripples of her orgasm fluttered around me.
We came together.
I fell to her side, tucking her in at my throat as she lazily finished feeding. Each suck kicked back another wave of pleasure over me.
I’d failed. She hadn't been frightened, not once, and I could have gone harder on her, but I didn’t. I couldn’t, because her need trumped my own. She’d met me step for step and given back with the kind of wild abandon that would fill my dreams until the day I died.
She was my match in every fucking way except the one that mattered—I couldn’t give her the peace she desired.
I was in love with the only female who didn’t fear me, and it didn’t fucking matter.
“Hawthorne?” She licked the cuts at my throat closed.
“Avianna.” Damn it, she was even more beautiful with her skin flushed with pleasure and glowing from sweat and the power of my blood. There was no scaring her off, not when she looked at me like that. Not when I already knew her deepest fear. It had remained unchanged from the day we’d locked eyes again last year.
“Can we try the spanking bench now?” She licked her lips. “I really want to suck your cock.”
My eyes almost rolled back in my head.
“Anything you want, baby.”
She had all the control here, and I knew she wouldn’t cut us off, not even for her own good. I was going to have to find a way to protect her from every threat that came from me loving her, because that was a done deal.
We were so fucked.
14
Avianna
I gazed up at the night sky, admiring the blanket of midnight pin-pricked with glittering stars. It was the same sky I’d looked at when we’d left the estate a couple hours before, our sedans weighted with our luggage.
Mine and Hawke’s. Ajax’s and Dagon’s as well. And even though my brother traveled with us, he would not be staying.
“Deveraux Hall,” I whispered the words as my entourage and I stood at the border of the property.
A half-mile-long, winding graveled driveway was sandwiched in by thick greenery, the same of which lined the acreage, allowing for absolute privacy. At the end of the estate’s driveway sat a large building constructed from raw materials—stone and brick and mortar—and it looked like it’d been modeled after some French countryside castle.
Gravel crunched as a golf cart drove out to greet us, a young female vampire driving and James—Samuel’s uncle—sitting in the passenger seat. The older vampire kept his chin raised as the cart slowed in front of us, and he stepped out with all the regality of someone born a king. But his cheeks were gaunt, his nose a thin, pointy thing that only looked more ridiculous with the sneer that seemed a permanent fixture on his face.