Page 118 of Burn for Her
She grazed her nails down his torso. “Scared?”
“A little.” He grinned.
Lena licked her lips, savoring his taste. Then she flinched when she cut her tongue on her own fangs.
“They’re sharp.” Dorian tilted her chin up, inspecting them. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any hotter. Yet here we are.” He spun Lena around so she could see herself in the mirror. “Look at your reflection. See yourself now.”
Lena’s breath hitched. She was the same, but not. All her features were just a little enhanced.
“Damn, Lena. Where did you come from?”
“Hell,” she whispered as happy tears sprung from her eyes. “Or… my version of it.”
And now she was in Heaven. With Dorian. Immortal and strong and fierce as ever.
Dorian kissed the back of her shoulder, his gaze locked on hers in the mirror. “This Hell is no better than the one you just left.”
“At least these monsters won’t pretend to be my friends and family. This Hell —
if that’s what you want to call it—is unapologetic about its savagery. I’d say that sounds like heaven to me.” She turned around to cup his face. “You’re heaven to me.”
“Damn… Lena.” Dorian searched her face for a moment, looking for signs of regret or fear or she didn’t even know what before he crushed his mouth to hers and picked her up again. Carrying her into the shower, he let her feet touch the tiled floor.
“I can stand on my own.”
“Let me hold you. If I don’t, I won’t think you’re real.” He flicked the water on. “I have no idea why fate would give me such a precious gift,” he murmured against her skin before suckling on her breast.
She threaded her fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth more. His fangs scraped her tender skin. He smelled incredible. Her teeth throbbed. Mouth watered.
“I’m thirsty.” Now she felt guilty. Dorian could only have so much blood in his body, and she was going to kill him draining him. Yet she couldn’t stop herself from latching on his chest and biting down around his nipple, drawing his flesh and blood into her mouth at once.
“That’s it, Lena.” He cradled the back of her head. “Take all you need.”
But I’m going to kill you, she thought while swallowing.
Her body roared. Chaos closed in on her, threatening to consume her.
“Breathe.” His hands fell to her hips. “Breathe, Lena. Ride the current, don’t fight it.”
She was fighting it.
“Come on, open for me. Let me… there we go. Ride that.” He pumped his fingers into her pussy. “Come for me. Come on my hand while you drink.”
Her bones turned to rubber with her next orgasm. It happened so fast it wasn’t even fair. She relaxed into a strange subspace as she pulled away from him and licked her mouth. “Dorian.” She clutched his shoulders, and he took all her weight.
“Ride and breathe.”
She inhaled Dorian’s intoxicating scent. Let it fill her while he fingered her, pumping and coaxing an orgasm from her body.
Lena was a puppet. An insatiable, horny, bloodthirsty puppet.
He deepened his thrusts and hooked his finger to hit her g-spot.
“Don’t stop.”
With a throaty chuckle, Dorian gently leaned until her back hit the wall. The sudden coldness of the tiles sent shivers down her body and hardened her nipples. Her hair was plastered to her face and back. Dorian sank to his knees and lifted her leg to rest on his shoulder. Kissing the inside of her thigh, he pumped his fingers in and out, hooking and hitting that spot deep within her over and over. Lena quivered. Holy shit, this felt good.
His pace quickened.