Page 47 of Fire in My Blood
I don’t recall feeling anything like that when I decided to give him my blood. I’m sure I chose to do that of my own free will. In fact, if he asked me right now to give him more, I would do it without hesitation.
I tip my head back and stare into his beautiful blue eyes. There’s hope in them, and if I interpret correctly, a little fear.
Perhaps I’m being gullible, but there’s something in my gut telling me I can trust this man. Lifting my hand, I put it on hischest over his heart. “I believe you, and I forgive you, but don’t ever do that to me again.”
He breathes out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging with obvious relief. His expression is sincere when he clasps my head in his hands. “Thank you. I’ll never pull your mind to me again. I promise.”
My lips curve into a small smile. “Good. Now, please kiss me.”
His gaze immediately drops to my lips, and he bends down and brushes his lips over mine so softly it’s hardly more than a breath. Then, he groans and slants his mouth over mine, before sucking gently on my bottom lip.
Chapter 29
Erica
A shiver runs through me, and I moan and fist my hands into his T-shirt. No one has ever had this profound effect on me.
Using his tongue, he gently parts my lips before pushing inside to explore.
It’s like a dam breaks inside me. Heat boils through me and settles like a fiery ball in my lower belly. All I want to do is climb his body like a tree and lock my legs around his waist. My clit is eager for attention, and wetness pools between my legs.
Lucas suddenly pulls away. His eyes are glowing with hunger, but he’s keeping his body from touching mine with a firm grip on my upper arms. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t seem to go more than a few minutes without desperately wanting to bury my cock between your legs. But we have things to do before Lyn wakes up. I can’t let my desire for you get in the way of protecting you, however hard that is.”
I laugh, my gaze dropping to the huge bulge stretching the material of his jeans. Hard indeed. I can’t help being flattered by his blatant lust, though. I’ve never had anyone desire me like this.
Raising my gaze back up to his, I give him a pouting smile. “Okay, I’ll do my best to keep my hands and lips off you then.”
Lucas groans and reaches down to adjust himself. “Don’t look at me like that.”
I chuckle, kind of enjoying his discomfort. “That looks painful. Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of that for you? I could—”
“Please, you’re not helping.” He winces and grabs the head of his cock through his jeans, giving it a firm squeeze.
“You’re not going to be able to do much thinking with all your blood gathered down there in your other head.” I grin up at him and reach for the waistband of his jeans. “Please, let me help you. Lollipops are my favorite sweets after all.”
He lets me pop the button of his jeans. Pulling down the zipper proves tricky, though, since his straining shaft is pulling the material tight, and he’s not wearing anything underneath. I don’t want to accidentally nick his skin with the zipper. Apart from hurting him, it would kind of kill the moment.
I finally manage to ease his zipper down, and his cock springs free like a vulgar jack-in-the-box.
Lucas shudders, and his breathing turns ragged when I wrap my hand around his shaft. The head is an angry deep-red color with skin stretched so tight it’s shiny.
My clit is throbbing like a little heart between my legs, and I’m practically panting. My panties are so wet I might as well have peed myself.
I planned to take him into my mouth, but the need to have him fill me is so strong I’m not sure I can wait.
Lucas apparently feels the same way. “Please take your pants off, beautiful. I need you.” His voice is nothing more than a rasp. It’s a wonder I understand him at all.
I quickly push my jeans and panties down my legs, before kicking them away. Then I launch myself at him.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. After walking us over to a dresser placedagainst the wall in the corridor, he lays me down on my back and thrusts deep inside me.
I cry out at the pleasure of having his thick shaft filling me so completely.
He stills, his brows pushing together with concern as he examines my face. “Too rough?”
I shake my head. “No. Please, fuck me. Hard.”
Grinning wide, he starts moving, and I completely forget where I am and who I am. He pounds into me with long hard strokes, stoking a fire inside me that threatens to burn me alive.