Page 66 of Thorn Evermore
I shake my head. “No. It depends on how I feel. If I’m angry, it will hurt a lot. If I’m in love, it’ll feel amazing.”
“And someday I’ll bite people too?”
“Yes.” A whole-body shiver runs through me. “Gods, the very idea of watching you tear someone apart lights me up.”
His eyes go wide. “You mean, like, to hurt them?”
“Yes. Only those deserving, of course. You can feed without causing harm.”
“Is it weird at first? Drinking blood?”
Propping myself up on my elbow, I brush the hair from his forehead with my free hand. “You’ll have a thousand questions and I will answer each one, I promise, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.”
Kyson nods. “Okay.”
“First, we’ll indulge in the flesh. Later, we’ll indulge in the blood.”
He swallows hard, his skin heating under my touch. “Why is that so sexy? Does that make me weird?”
I chuckle. “No, sweetheart. It makes you absolutely perfect for me.”
Closing in, I brush our lips together, but Kyson is hungry. He nips my bottom lip as he wraps his arms around my neck, pullingme down to press against him. We fall into a heated kiss, already grinding together and becoming sticky from shared precum.
“Oh god,” he whispers, not breaking the kiss. “That’s why… Mmmm.”
“That’s why, what?”
Kyson pulls away slightly. “No lube. No condoms. You can’t catch anything, can you?”
I shake my head. “No. I can’t transmit or receive any mortal illnesses or infections. As for lube, well, a vampire is well equipped with their own.” I buck my hips against him and he moans, biting his bottom lip.
“So sexy,” he murmurs, lifting his head to kiss my throat.
“Yes, you are.”
I attack his mouth again, tasting what is uniquely Kyson. I should have known from the first kiss. No regular mortal tastes like all my favorite things. No one smells like he does, enveloping me in the best of scents. The more aroused he is, the deeper and more intoxicating his fragrance.
Kyson tilts his head back, his fingers buried in my hair. The temptation of his exposed neck, of his vein pulsing, and the knowledge that he accepts me and desires me as I am, is almost too much. My restraint is kindling waiting for a spark.
“When I close my eyes,” Kyson whispers, “I imagine what it will feel like when you do it.”
“Kyson, my love, you’re making it difficult to hold back.”
He giggles. “Sorry. I’m just excited by everything.”
“So am I.”
I tear myself away from his neck and move to his chest, hovering over his pebbled nipples, sucking them into my mouth, and savoring his whimpers as he clutches my head.
“Bite me there, Thorn. Please.”
I don’t even hesitate, sinking my teeth into the fleshy part of his chest. His blood is thick and sweet as it coats my tongue in little dots. I suck harder to get more, knowing he’ll havebruises and marks to show for it in the morning, and just imagining the sight thickens my cock even more.
“Yes,” he cries. “Oh god, Thorn, yes.”
I move to the other nipple, sucking and biting again, until Kyson is writhing beneath me. He’s so responsive, so into it, so fucking delicious. His nails claw at my shoulders hard enough to draw blood, which is fine with me. I love knowing he has a rougher side under his sweet exterior.
Forcing myself off his chest, I kiss my way down his belly before planting myself between his legs. His cock, long and thick, drips sticky precum, seducing me even more with the heady scent he produces.