Page 67 of Burn for Her

“None.” He dropped the blade and pressed his chest against her hand. His wound sealed immediately and he loved how her eyelashes fluttered while she watched his body mend itself. Next, she ran her finger in his blood, smearing it across his skin. A shaky breath escaped her lips. “This is crazy.”

Their eyes met. The world fell away. Their next kiss was ravenous. Tongues dueling for dominance. Hands clawing, gripping, squeezing everything they could touch on each other. He’d changed into a pair of gym shorts after waking earlier, which were easy enough to take off.

Her fingers grazed every inch of his body she could get her greedy little hands on. It set him on fire—each scratch she made, the dig of her nails, her grip on his arms.

It was torture. Raw and real and undeniable torture.

Dropping down, he grazed her hardened nipple with his fangs.

“Ohhhh shiiiit.” Lena arched into him. “Bite me… please fucking bite me.”

Dorian’s eyes narrowed on her pulse. Her veins rose to the surface of her skin. He backed off immediately and sucked in a few ragged breaths. “I can’t.” He hated denying her. “If I taste your blood… it’ll make us one step closer to bonding.”

She wilted on the spot. “I thought that was the plan. You… you said I’m your mate.”

“You are, but…” Fuck, how was he supposed to explain any of his feelings to her? Dorian sucked at feelings. He was better at executions. That wouldn’t impress her though, it would likely drive her further away from him—something he didn’t want tonight. Not yet…

“I’m not good enough.” Lena put distance between them, suddenly furious. “I’m never good enough, this is just perfect. Perfect!” She snagged her bra from the floor.

Dorian slammed her against the wall. “You are too good for me,” he snarled. “And you will learn that soon enough, Lena. When you do, it’s over.” He grabbed her throat and held her still—not choking her, but definitely making it clear who was in charge. “I don’t want to ever hear those ugly words come out of your pretty fucking mouth again. We clear?”

Her lust kicked into the air like hot steam in a bath house. Dorian remained steadfast and didn’t let his elation show when he growled, “Get back on that bed.”

Lena didn’t budge.

“You’re killing me.” He spun her around and slammed her hands against the wall. Running his hands down her back, he scraped his fingers down her sweet skin and squatted so her ass was in his face. He nipped her right cheek before standing again and kicking her legs out further. He rubbed her ass cheeks, greedily. Then he hooked his fingers under her lacy panties and ripped the damn things off.

“Bed. Now.”

She still didn’t move. The vein in her neck fluttered wildly. He closed his eyes and locked his needs down tight. Tonight was all about her.

Backing up, Dorian snagged another blade from his stash, ignoring how many weapons he kept at arm’s length in his house. Pressing the tip of the blade to her spine, he carefully applied pressure and slid it down to her ass crack.

Lena trembled, her ass cheeks flexing as she tensed.

He wasn’t going to cut her. No way did he have it in him for that. But he could sense she wanted him to do something bordering on violent.

Bite me… please, fucking bite me.

“You’re mine,” he said while running the flattened blade across her waist.

“Prove it,” she moaned.

He nearly died hearing that. Dorian swept his fingers across her wet slit, groaning at how slick she was already. He toyed with her. “Is this what you want, Lena?” He dipped his finger into her pussy and kept her pinned and facing the wall. “No one goes to The Wicked Garden for a finger fuck.” He shoved another digit inside her pussy. “Say it.”

“I can’t… I….” She grunted when he quickened his pace.

Her thighs shook. Hands clawed the wall paint. “I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” He knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.

“I can’t come,” she whimpered. “Please… oh my g—”

Dorian worked her into a tight ball and burst with passion when she gushed around his fingers. Her body clamped down, pulsing, milking him. He pulled out and sucked his fingers clean. Sweet mercy, she was delicious.

Spinning her around to face him, he cupped her pussy, rubbing his thumb mercilessly on her swollen clit. Lena’s mouth opened in a silent roar, and she detonated again. Dorian lifted his hand and dragged his long tongue from the heel of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. He cocked his eyebrow at her. “You were saying?”

Lena’s knees buckled. “How did… how…”