Page 114 of Burn for Her

Lena was right. Words were weak.

Dorian wasn’t fucking weak.

Hadn’t he spent his life proving that? The only one who didn’t believe it was him.

“There’s no going back,” he warned. “You don’t have to stay with me, but there’s no going back once this is done. You’ll be forever changed. You will no longer be human at all.”

“I think I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment, Dorian.” She steadied herself under him. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

His heart exploded hearing her say that. She was killing him.

“I’m not sure what the transition will be like for you,” he warned. “It’s different for every human who turns.” It also depended on the mental state and blood power of the vampire turning them.

“I don’t want to go over the possibilities. No more what ifs, remember? I’d rather just do it and find out.”

He respected that. “Do you want pain with it?” he asked in a shaky voice.

She blushed. “I want pain and pleasure.”

Damn, he loved her so much.

“I can do that.” Hell yes, he was all about that. Pain and pleasure he could totally do. Yup. Dorian unsheathed his favorite blade, a karambit, and tossed it aside so it would be within reach in a minute. Next, he tugged on his belt and shimmied out of his clothes. Even his fingers trembled. Lena hissed when she saw his body.

“Don’t look at it,” he said quickly.

“What happened?”

The burn blisters were spreading.

“I’m burning.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. “For you.”

She shoved him off and frowned. “You’re close. I’m close to losing you, aren’t I?”

It didn’t matter anymore because his fangs throbbed and elongated. He was done talking. Done trying to make sorry ass excuses and finished with punishing himself. He nudged her thighs wider to make room. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Then don’t even try.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his cock.

He groaned loudly when she rubbed the head of his dick against her soaked pussy. She was swollen. Wet. Full of need and want for him.

“I ache for you.” She arched her body. “Make it stop.”

Holy Hell, he was a goner on those words. Dorian pushed into her and came undone when he bottomed out. “I love you.” Thrust. “I never thought I deserved a mate.” Thrust. “Didn’t think fate would ever gift me someone as strong and perfect as you.” Thrust. “And here you are.” Thrust. “In my grasp.” Thrust. “I had no idea I’ve been suffocating my entire life until you became the air I breathe.”

Lena held on tightly to his neck and shoulder while he drove them up the bed. “God, Dorian.”

“You’re incredible.” He ground his hips and hit her pleasure points. “And so fucking tight.” He loved how her thighs quivered against him as she rolled her hips in time with his harsh thrusts.

“Take me,” she urged. “Drink me.”

Dorian kissed her one last time and gathered what was left of his strength, then he broke away from her lips. With a ferocious hiss, he sank his fangs into her neck.

Lena tensed and cried out. He bit down harder. Swirling his hips, he pleasured his mate until she melted into a puddle of lust beneath him.

Sweet mother of all things unholy, Lena’s blood tasted incredible. Even headier than before. He drew hard, filling his throat with her taste. He clutched her, fucked her, swallowed her.

His body burned. His bones ached like he’d run a hundred miles through the desert. His vision danced, stars bursting in his eyes. He pulled off her vein just long enough to reposition Lena onto his lap and groaned as she sank down on his cock. Gripping her hips, they worked together to make her detonate. He watched the blood from his bite trickle down her neck and licked it.

Her inner walls clamped down on his dick and pulsed with her orgasm.