Page 88 of Burn for Her

She didn’t.

“Close your eyes,” he repeated with his ungodly deep voice raised a little more.

Lena obeyed and bit her lip, bracing herself. Dorian slid his hand around her neck to cradle the back of her head. “Breathe in, breathe out,” he said calmly. “I won’t take your vein if you’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.”

His grip tightened a little. More lust shot down her body, heating her skin. Dorian leaned in and inhaled. “I can smell how turned on you are already.”

“Then rest easy knowing I’m not afraid of you.”

“Your heart beating like a jackrabbit tells me otherwise.” He dipped his head down and licked her neck.

“That’s the sound of impatience.”

His grumbling laugh made the apex of her thighs swell with need. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her nipples were so hard, they hurt. Were they going to stand here all day or was he going to finally—

His mouth sealed on her skin, the swipe of his tongue, hot and promising. Lena gripped his shirt, fisting the fabric to hold steady for him. He didn’t bite her. His mouth remained right on top of her vein, but his hands skated down her back, sending little tingles shooting over her. Lena gasped. Her eyes rolled back as her body melted into his arms a little more. He grabbed her hands, pulling her off him and laced their fingers together. Then he pressed his body flush against hers and kept her arms pinned down to her sides with his.

Dorian’s heart slammed wildly against his chest. Hers was just as frantic.

Lena’s mouth dried up. She discovered, too late, what he was doing.

He lured her in…

No fantasy compared to the real deal. A guttural groan ripped out of her when his fangs pierced her skin. Lust flooded her system. Had he not held her so fiercely, she would have collapsed. The sting of his fangs hurt just enough to bring tears to her eyes, and it felt so good she cried out.

Dorian’s body tensed. Then she heard him swallow.

Another moan slipped out then, and her brows pinched as he drank from her. His hands tightened around hers. Lena’s world tipped over. The pumping of her feral heart forced her blood up and into his mouth. She untangled their fingers and clasped the nape of his neck to keep him in place.

He tensed.

She knew this was hard for him on many levels. But instead of freaking out, Dorian groaned and pulled harder from her vein.

Her mouth parted, his name on the tip of her tongue.

It felt like he was inside her while he drank. Sensations overwhelmed her—all of them more sensual than the next. His hands threaded into her braid as he kept drinking. His hips rocked, rubbing his arousal against her. Dorian’s hands were hot on her skin when he slipped them under her shirt. She jerked a little as he roughly pulled down her pants next.

Lena moaned when he cupped her pussy. It cracked a dam between her thighs. She heard him swallow more. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Lena was either going to come or pass out. Maybe both. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Her eyelids grew heavy. Her pussy swelled. Her arms erupted in goosebumps. The floor fell out from under her. Lena was floating. Stars twinkled in her vision, the edges of the room darkening and closing in. More heat pooled between her thighs.

Overstimulated and half-drugged in lust, she came under his touch. How many times, she lost count. Her eyes crossed and muscles melted.

Dorian’s grip tightened around her to keep her upright when he unlatched from her vein. His eyes blazed with lust as he looked at her. His lips were stained red.

“Keep going,” he purred. “Let it go, Lena.”

Let what go? She wasn’t holding anything.

Dorian dipped back down and struck her vein again. She cried out. She focused on the rhythm of her heartbeat matching his throat muscles working to drink her down. Boom, boom. Swallow. Boom, boom. Swallow.

The instinct to free fall was suddenly all she knew. Let go.

Lena closed her eyes, letting her body do whatever it wanted. An orgasm tore through her with such force, she lost her voice when she screamed. Sparks of electricity bit her skin. She was a live wire, a lightning bolt streaking across a night sky. Crackling. Sizzling. Burning.