Embrace the Dark (The Blood Rose #1)(16)
Author: Caris Roane

The vibrations reached a crescendo and she came screaming all over again.

You’re so tight. Oh, dear Goddess. He grunted, holding back, yet continuing to thrust until her orgasm receded. She was breathing hard and felt so wonderful except for one thing: Her heart pounded too hard in her chest.

“Gerrod, you have to take my blood. Now. My heart is beating too hard.”

He should have warned her, but no doubt the intensity of her request prompted him. He struck her vein but because she hadn’t known what to expect, she jerked and it hurt worse. Then he withdrew his fangs and began to suck. She could feel her blood flowing into his mouth and a whole new experience took over, a kind of euphoria.

She closed her eyes, and as his hips moved slowly, his c**k in and out of her, and as her blood continued to flow, she felt connected in the strangest way to all of creation, the earth, the sun, the universe. She was giving life to Gerrod, that which he needed the most to survive. But it was an intense physical pleasure as well, as though the suckling at her neck was connected very low and tugged and teased her as his tongue had done earlier.

Heaven. Pure and simple.

She felt warm and alive and with each draw her heart eased and relaxed and she felt at peace.

Then came something new, a strengthening of the same pleasure but a focusing as well. And now the giving of her sustenance seemed to click into place with her sexuality. Her lower flesh, so tender from the recent orgasm, began to ache all over again. He seemed to know or to understand or maybe he was feeling the same way because his movements quickened. She marveled that he could keep her neck so still while thrusting into her.

It was just pleasure on pleasure as her body gripped him, as the waves of energy caused her fingers to tremble where she slid them over his shoulders and down his arms.

What is this like for you? she asked. But she couldn’t imagine that it could possibly be better than what she was experiencing.

Chapter Four

What was this like for him?

Oh, dear Goddess…

Heaven, he pathed.

Yes. Even her voice in his mind teased him mercilessly.

Gerrod was locked into a strange place as he drew Abigail’s blood into his mouth and down his throat. He had never tasted an elixir so fine, so fulfilling, so savory of rosemary. He had been a vampire for three-hundred-years, but in all that time, drawing blood had never been so full of a kind of excitement and satisfaction that he couldn’t explain.

He lost track of time. He didn’t know how long he’d been suckling, but he could tell there was more and more and more. She was an infinite supply, at least she felt like that. Even her blood was a tender sensation in his stomach as though her life filled him now.

His hips pistoned. He was hard and every thrust vibrated against his skin. His balls were tight. He was ready to release, but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want the moment to end, he didn’t want to stop drinking from her.

Abigail had been right about one thing, he’d been a starved vampire for a long time. He hadn’t taken his fill in too many years to remember.

He breathed hard through his nose. He held her pinned to his chest and to the bed so that while his c**k stroked her deep, he could keep his mouth fixed right over the fang-bites.

Gerrod, this is heaven.

He loved that she could reach his telepathic frequency. I know, he returned.

I want to come again, but I don’t. I wish this could last forever.

He couldn’t have agreed more. But it was time, especially since he’d lost track of how much he’d taken from her. I’ll stop drinking now.

He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to stop. But he slowed his hips and thrusts and released the seal of his lips. He examined her neck and was startled to watch the holes close up almost immediately and for the redness to simply disappear.

He knew from a lot of experience to wipe his mouth before he did what he desired more than anything to do next. After he’d pulled the sheet from its moorings and cleaned his face, he rose up over her. “Am I presentable?”

She lifted her brows. “Oh, you mean do you have my blood on your chin or lips? Not much that I can detect.”

“Good. It can be distressing if you’re not used to it.”

Her expression softened and she lifted a hand to his face, caressing him. He leaned into her palm and kissed her.

“You are so thoughtful,” she said.

He leaned down and kissed her, savoring her swollen lips, the taste of her mouth, how she moaned as he thrust his tongue. He loved kissing her.

Oh, that vibrating tongue. My, God.

He drew back, then rolled his hips and she arched her back, just as he knew she would. She was right with him, caught in the same level of pleasure. Even where his pelvis touched hers, his skin vibrated against hers.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do and he began a slow steady drive, his c**k vibrating deep inside her. He held her gaze as she planted her hands on his shoulders. She tried to match his thrusts but he said, “Allow me.” Then he smiled.

She lifted her brows but settled back against the sheet and let him do the work. He began to increase his speed and when she finally understood his intention, she said, “Oh, Gerrod, this is going to feel very good.”

He nodded. He even smiled again.

He went faster. He held back, something he could do because he’d lived as long as he had. All those realm-based waves of energy strengthened the faster he thrust into her.

She arched and panted now, right on the edge again.

Gerrod, oh, God, oh, God. He felt her body gripping and tugging at him, preparing. She was very wet and each thrust was a smooth glide in and out of her.

Faster.

Faster.

She thrashed her head back and forth now.

Then he gave her the real treat and sped up so that he moved as only a vampire could move, with a lightning speed that stroked her just right.

She came screaming again, the vibrations nearly a roar now through his body. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He began to release into her, pleasure streaking the length of his c**k again and again as he came. Ecstasy had a new meaning. He looked down at her, watching her writhe, and still he came, as though he could pump into her forever.

Finally, he began to ease back and slow his rhythm. His breathing was labored and bit by bit his hips relaxed.

A few moments later she began to settle as well, and her eyes didn’t roll around quite so much.

So good, her voice drifted through his head.

Yes.

He collapsed on her, staying inside her and rubbing his hands over her arms. She moved them stretching straight out. She kissed his neck and face. She kissed his lips and thanked him.