Page 104 of Blood Match
He’s a freaking vampire, Rowan!
None of those things are an issue. My inner monologue abruptly cuts off as he nuzzles my neck, his lips brushing my skin. A shiver runs through me as I realize his face is right over where he bit me that night in the grove. How is it that everything he does, every touch, every kiss, stirs up memories of that night?
And then he sucks gently on the spot, reminding me of the feeling of his fangs sinking into my skin.
“Oh…God!” I groan at the sensation, my head falling back, baring my neck. Somewhere along the line, I’ve lost my glasses, but I really can’t give a damn right now. Darick takes advantage of my exposed skin, trailing kisses down the column of my throat, nipping and sucking gently as he goes.
“Darick,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering shut as his mouth moves lower. “I… I…” For some reason, I feel like I should say something, but for the life of me, I can’t find words.
“Shhhh.” His mouth pauses its delicious journey south long enough to place a gentle kiss on the curve of my shoulder. “Let me take care of you.”
I open my mouth to respond, to try to put into words just how vulnerable this makes me feel, but any coherent thought dissolves as Darick resumes his path down my body. Each touch of his lips has my flesh twitching, my body shuddering. My breath is coming so quickly that I’m getting lightheaded.
His kisses become more insistent, more demanding, as if he’s branding me with his mouth, marking me as his.
When I feel his hand at the waistband of my sweatpants, I realize with a jolt that this is it. But any nervousness melts away as his fingers slip beneath the elastic, stroking my bare skin. He pauses, his breath fluttering against my stomach, and looks up at me.
“Last chance to back out,” he says, his eyes intense.
I search his face, but all I see is a potent combination of desire and something that looks almost like awe. He wants me. All of me. The thought sets off a rush of heat between my legs, and my decision is made.
I shake my head. “I’m not backing out,” I whisper. “I want this.”
His eyes burn into mine, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. Then, slowly, he smiles.
“Then let’s make it good,” he says. “Let’s make it unforgettable.”
Darick’s hands skim my skin, pushing my sweats and underwear down my legs. I feel vulnerable – exposed. But I don’t want to stop. The material pools at my ankles, his fingers cool as they graze my skin.
“Just lie back,” he murmurs when my body tenses. “I need to taste you.” He settles between my thighs, his body broad and hard. At the first touch of his fingers against the heat of my pussy, a sharp pleasure zings through me, and my hips buck involuntarily.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his fingertips sliding through my slick folds. “So sweet.”
I gasp, my head falling back as his thumb finds that bundle of nerves that makes my entire body tremble. He chuckles, the sound warm and wicked.
“Like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I choke out, my body thrumming with the need to move. “Please…more.”
And then his mouth is on me.
“Yes!” I cry out, my head thrashing on the pillow as pleasure explodes through me. His tongue strokes and teases, his lips sucking, and all I can do is writhe and moan, caught in the sharp pleasure coiling inside me.
Darick’s hands slide beneath my rear, tilting my hips up, allowing him better access as his mouth works its magic. His thumbs stroke, his tongue flicks, and my muscles clench around him. My body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of me alive with need, with sensation.
And then he presses his fingers into me, and I come apart. My back arches, a cry torn from my throat, as pleasure rips through me like a lightning bolt. My inner walls flutter madly, my heels digging into the bed.
“Oh…oh…oh…fuck!” I yell, gasping for air that feels like it’s been sucked from my lungs.
Darick’s mouth never leaves me, his tongue continuing its sensual assault as his fingers pump into me, milking every last delicious pulse of my orgasm. My body shudders, my muscles clenching around his fingers as wave after wave washes over me.
Finally, I sink into the mattress, my breath coming in shallow pants. Darick’s hands smooth over my thighs and up my sides, gently soothing as he slides up my body to hover over me. I feel boneless, sated, and more than a little dazed. I can barely think straight.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers. He braces himself on his muscled forearms, bracketing my head with his arms as he leans down to capture my mouth with his. I taste myself on his lips, and it sends another thrill racing through me. Without breaking the kiss, he nudges my legs apart with his knee, settling himself between my thighs. I feel the thick weight of his cock pressed against my core, and a rush of wet heat spreads through me. It’s almost too much – this intense physical closeness, his touch, the demanding press of his lips.
“Mmmmm…” I moan. My fingers weave into his hair, holding him to me as I return his kiss with something that feels like desperation. I’m breathless, heady with desire as his tongue strokes mine, silken and persuasive. I can feel the heat of his arousal, the thick ridge of his shaft pressing against my center, and I want more. I want all of him.
I shift beneath him. “Darick. I need…”