Page 92 of Blood Caged
Soren’s lips press more insistently as the kiss deepens. His tongue traces my lower lip, seeking entry, and I open my mouth with a soft sigh. The taste of him is intoxicating – like a cool breath of winter air. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as our tongues dance.
Without breaking the kiss, Soren bends and sweeps me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he carries me to the bedroom.
He sets me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m struck by the intensity in those blue depths. And maybe I’m crazy, but I swear that they’re glowing just a little.
“Soren… I want you.” I reach up, my hands threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer. His mouth moves from mine, trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. Every touch sends a shiver through me.
I want more.
He pauses, his eyes searching my face, giving me a chance to change my mind. My hands find his shoulders, sliding down his arms. I don’t break eye contact as I slowly start to unbutton his shirt.
“Yes,” I whisper. I want this. I need this.
He smiles, a flash of white in the dim room, and then his mouth is on mine again. Our lips move in perfect sync. I tug athis shirt, impatient now, and he raises his arms, letting it fall to the floor.
“Oh. Wow.” I exhale the words as I take in the sight of him. He’s pale as marble in the soft light. A landscape of hard planes and harder muscle. His shoulders are broad, his chest wide, and the taut lines of his belly vanish into the top of his waistband in a way that makes my mouth water. My eyes widen as he unbuttons his pants and drops them to the floor. His cock is a thing of beauty, and I’m pretty sure I never would have thought that at any point in my life.
So, this is why vampires have such a following.
“You’re…perfect. Like Michelangelo sculpted you.” It’s a ridiculous thing to say under the circumstances, but his lips twitch at the corners, and I’m rewarded with a smile that melts my heart.
But then his hands move to the hem of my top, and I stop thinking about ancient artists. Or anything else, for that matter. I lift my arms, letting him pull my shirt over my head.
The cool air sends a shiver through me, and he notices. His eyes darken, and he leans in, pressing his lips to my shoulder, my collarbone, my breast. His tongue flicks out, tasting me, grazing my nipple, and I gasp, my head falling back.
There’s a growing urgency to our movements now, a sense that this might be the last time. The only time.
His hands skim my waist, my hips, and then he’s unfastening the button on my pants. I lift my hips, helping him slide them off. He kneels between my legs, his hands roaming over my thighs, my calves. His mouth follows, planting kisses along my skin, and I feel myself melting into the bed.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, his breath cool on my heated skin. He looks up, his eyes burning with desire, and I know I mirror that desire. I want him.
My God, how I want him.
His hands skim higher, pushing my underwear down, baring me to his gaze. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but the heat in his eyes makes me ache.
“Mia,” he breathes, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue flicking, teasing along the seam of my pussy. My hands tangle in his hair, holding him there as a moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck! Like that! Oh, my God, just like that.” I’m pleading, urging him on as I feel myself getting closer, and I know it won’t take much. He senses it, too, his mouth working me relentlessly, flicking over my clit in maddening circles. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I cry out as I climax, my body arching off the bed as a hot wave of pleasure rises up from my toes and continues over my skin.
He moves up my body then, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming over my curves. I can taste myself on his lips, and it sends another shiver through me.
My breath quickens, anticipation pooling low in my belly as he positions himself at the mouth of my pussy with one hand wrapped around his thick girth.
I wrap my legs around his waist. “Now, Soren. Please.” I buck my hips up. He thrusts forward, filling me, and my eyes fly wide.
“Yesss,” he hisses, his breath against my throat.
“Oh! God!” I gasp, wondering what happened to the air in my lungs. I can’t breathe for a second. His hips move slowly at first, but the pace quickens, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. My fingers dig into his back, my hips rising to meet his.
“Faster,” I gasp, and he obliges, driving into me harder, faster. The bed creaks in protest, the headboard knocking against the wall. I don’t care. I want him to take me harder, to make me forget everything but this moment, this feeling.
His mouth finds my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, and I tense a little, waiting for the sharp sting of his bite. It doesn’t come, and I find myself…disappointed.
What the fuck, Mia?
Do Iwanthim to bite me?
I don’t get a chance to think about it because he’s hooked his hands behind my knees, lifting my legs higher up his body, spreading my thighs until I’m wide open to him. Wide enough to find that spot…that perfect spot that takes me right over the edge of oblivion.