Page 117 of Burn for Her

“Yes,” she groaned.

“Good. Focus on my touch and the sound of my voice. You’ll regain everything you’ve lost soon. Just hang on a little bit longer.”

Lena nodded, her heart fluttering in her throat. “I’m thirsty.” Her mouth was dry. Someone replaced her tongue with a strip of sandpaper.

Dorian deeply chuckled. “You can drink soon, just concentrate on my voice and my touch.”

She expected him to run his hands all over her body. Kiss and suckle on her. Fuck her maybe. But Dorian didn’t do any of that. He continued to hold her wrists with one hand, and ran his thumb along her bottom right rib, making tiny circles.

Round and round and round his thumb went with a featherlight touch. She narrowed her focus on that single sensation while the rest of her body was at war with itself. The pain was agonizing. She cried and convulsed, unable to do anything but breathe through it.

Dorian didn’t relent his constant rub against her rib, nor did he let go of her hands.

“Breathe,” he reminded her. “You’re so damn strong. You’re almost through. Good girl, breathe. Keep breathing.”

She had no idea how long she lasted in this state. It felt like an eternity. Dorian’s thumb kept circling, she kept breathing, her veins kept burning, her body kept aching. All her focus narrowed down to that tiny touch of his.

Finally, the pain lessened to the point where it barely registered. The buzz in her ears died down after that. Part of her wondered if she was stuck in another dream, one where she was lost in a vast space with no direction to run to. She was floating, drifting, coasting along. Her vision sharpened and things slowly came back into focus.

There’s the ceiling fan, the wall…

Dorian.

Her voice cracked as she said, “I found you.”

He looked like he’d just been to war too. Scratches covered his face and torso. His left eye was swollen. Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth.

Lena’s protective instincts roared to life. “What happened to you?”

“You,” he answered. And he smiled about this.

She didn’t have the capacity to ask how, because a hunger the likes of which she’d never known roared within her. Dorian’s body stiffened in response, his eyes darkened, and fangs elongated.

He looked like a demon—dark and deadly, riding on the shadows of wickedness. “Tell me what you need.” He stared at her like she was the prettiest little monster he’d ever seen in his life.

She lured him closer to her mouth. “I’m so thirsty,”

Dorian tilted his head, “Take your fill.” His warped voice rumbled the marrow in her bones.

Lena bit down and pierced his neck. A rush of heat flowed into her mouth. She drank greedily. The world spun and the air shifted. She vaguely noticed Dorian was carrying her into the bathroom.

Placing her on the counter, he thrust into her. The more violent his movements, the harder she bit down on his skin. Sucking, fucking, climaxing, it was a trifecta of chaos she’d gladly keep in circulation for all eternity. Fevered with these new sensations, she clamped down harder on his neck. Dorian hissed when she accidentally ripped his skin. The instant it happened she drew back. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her. “We’re unapologetic with each other in all things. Take more, Lena. Take whatever you need from me.”

That offer was a dangerous one. Especially with how starved she still was.

His neck looked ravaged. Holy Hell, was she a vampire or a shark?

The fact that she caused him damage was the only thing keeping her from chomping down on him again. Well, that and the exquisite bliss he was coaxing out of her body. Between Dorian’s blood in her system and cock in her pussy, Lena’s eyes rolled back, and she absolutely rode this current without fighting it.

Her body tensed and tightened. She was close. So, so close.

Dorian slipped his thumb along her clit and rubbed it while he thrust. She didn’t last long with him working her body so well. She detonated with a wild scream. Her mate turned animal and pounded into her, chasing his own release. Dorian pulled out and yanked her off the counter, forcing her to her knees. “Suck me,” he hissed, “Fucking suck me, now.”

Lena took him into her mouth and deep-throated him. She didn’t even know she was capable of it, but her gag reflex was completely gone. Dorian’s grunts turned to pants, and he fucked her mouth relentlessly. Then he roared as warm jets of his cum poured down her throat.

With a grunt, he eased out of her mouth and she grazed his dick with her teeth just to hear him hiss with pleasure. “Holy fuck, woman.” His chest heaved. “This… this is gonna be dangerous between us.”