Dark Needs at Night’s Edge (Immortals After Dark #5)(50)
Author: Kresley Cole

"Higher… with your thumb," she panted.

Groaning at how swollen her little clitoris had gotten, he circled it with his thumb.

She moaned, "Yes, Conrad… "

With the finger inside her, he could tell when her sex tensed, readying to come. He wanted to make her come, needed to so badly. Just from his fingers.

The idea of giving her his c**k to glove like that made him wild, but he wanted to feel what it would be like when she orgasmed.

She was shuddering, quivering, so close. Then, with her ni**les tight and pointing, she stiffened, her eyelids sliding shut on a wordless cry. Her legs fell open wide. It was everything he could do not to spill against her hip as she clenched his finger, coming wetly around it, again and again. Amazing… .

Now he was dying for her to do that around his shaft. As soon as the tension left her body, he knelt between her legs.

Her expression was partly dazed, but still hungry, and her hips undulated as if she ached for him to fill her sheath. Seeing her open to him like this…

He laid his hips to hers. Leaning over her on straightened arms, he thrust to enter her, but she rocked down at the same time. He yelled out when the head slipped along her damp folds. She went wild, head thrashing on the pillow.

Sweating, gritting his teeth for control, he tried again, but she rolled her hips once more. He gripped her hips to mount her, but pinning her to the mattress only made her arch her back, rubbing her stiff ni**les against his chest.

"Still, koeri! Or I’ll spill against you!"

"I don’t care," she moaned.

"Are you… are you about to again?"

"Yes, yes!" When his c**k slid up over her mound, she fisted the sheets, arching even more sharply, rubbing up against his shaft. "Conrad," she cried out, jerking beneath him. When her big br**sts quivered…

To his shame, the throbbing pressure exploded against his will. "Ah, God, you’re making me come!" With a yell to the ceiling, he ejaculated against her, pumping hard jets out onto her belly and br**sts. He’d never known such ecstasy… grinding against her clitoris, he bucked uncontrollably as it continued on and on.

Once he’d finished at last, he buried his face in her hair. Staggered by the pleasure he’d just received, he breathed in her scent.

Then he realized what he’d done. He’d tried to claim his Bride, and instead had humiliated himself by losing his seed before he could even enter her. Tightening his jaw with frustration, he hammered his fist into the mattress.

Yet then… she was kissing him. Happily. "We have all night, mon trésor adoré. By the fifth or sixth time, I’ll bet you can last as long as you please." She nipped his earlobe, then sucked him there before murmuring, "Get a towel, darling… ."

Reluctantly he rose and headed for the bathroom, feeling as if she might as well have sent him on a years-long hunt for the grail. That was how difficult it was for him to leave her. He still dreaded she’d disappear.

He couldn’t imagine how she’d become embodied since the last time he’d seen her, and burned to know. The situation was enough to make anyone start doubting his sanity. Again.

He knew that just days ago she’d been… dead. Now, she was blooming with life.

Yet with all his memories, he’d certainly seen stranger things in the Lore, and he had time to discover her secret. For now all he wanted was another chance to get inside her – and another chance to make her climax again.

The tales he’d heard had always made pleasing a woman sound impossible, fantastical even. His shoulders back, he reminded himself that he might not have claimed her properly, but he had made her come more than once on his first try.

Recalling her abandon made blood surge to his groin. Though he’d spent his seed till his body felt emptied, his shaft was already hardening before he’d even gotten a wet towel.

Five or six times? At least, koeri.

But when he returned, she was already sound asleep. Her lips were parted delicately, her lashes thick on her pink cheeks. Her arm curled beside her head, the back of her hand against her ear.

Any disappointment at having to wait was dimmed by the thought of how exhausted she must be after a night like this. Recently embodied, attacked, and likely intoxicated. Her lips had been wine-reddened, her mouth sweet with it.

Leaning over her, towel in hand, he cleaned her skin with gentle strokes, marveling at how she was formed. She had a strong, lithe body. A dancer’s body – that had responded to his touch as if it’d been trained to. Nothing had ever felt so right to him.

My Bride, he thought, his chest filled with pride. No vampire has a more beautiful one, he decided easily.

Once he’d wiped her off, he studied her at his leisure. On his hands and knees over her, he gazed down. He feared he’d soon grow obsessed with her br**sts. How they quivered and how soft they were. How her ni**les had budded as if demanding his mouth on them.

With a groan, he stroked himself, still surprised by the unfamiliar stiffness. But he vowed the next time he came it would be deep inside her body and to the sound of her cries… .

He’d always regretted not having sex at least once in his lifetime. Curiosity had plagued him – now it tormented. Taking her would be mind-blowing.

Yet he was still too new to sex to predict how he’d react. Mind-blowing. He didn’t know if that would work out well for the insane vampire.

And how could he keep from hurting her little body when he did it? Tonight he’d felt her inside, had discovered how tight she was – there was no way he could fit into her without causing her pain.

He tried to push aside the doubts. Ignoring the ache in his shaft, he lay back and dragged her warm body to him. He exhaled with pleasure when she slid her smooth leg up over his knees and draped her arm over his chest – exactly as he’d imagined them sharing this bed.

He knew he would be unrelentingly aroused through the night, but he would savor it, relishing her touches, the way she was already squeezing his chest in sleep. All night he would get to enjoy the scent of her hair. He could feel her heart beating against him, and he eventually lost himself in the soothing rhythm… .

Near dawn, he shot upright in bed. Leaning over her side, he planted his hand across her body, caging her in protectively, eyes darting.

No one was there – just the wind.

She murmured in French and turned to him trustingly. His Bride was now so fragile, so… mortal. No longer was she invulnerable to harm. He would be endangering her just by keeping her with him.

The Woede now knew he had a weakness. They would be relentless trying to capture her. In their minds, she equaled Rydstrom’s crown. Conrad would gladly give them the damned information if he could pull it up, but they’d never believe he wasn’t simply withholding it – not until they were threatening her.