“So, you’d let me be with another?” It didn’t seem to make sense to me. What was it he was offering me, exactly?
“I will give you whatever it takes to bring you happiness,” he whispered. “I need you to be happy.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my mate,” he said for what seemed like the millionth time, and I couldn’t decide whether it was wonderful or horrible, but I also realized that I didn’t care. We’d danced long enough. I was ready for what came next.
I lifted my finger, beckoning him, and I let my fangs out once more.
I was ready.
If Liam had any hesitation within him at all, he didn’t show it. Instead, he came over, walking to me, and he lowered himself beside me. He sat next to me, and then he reached for me, cupping my cheek, and he kissed me.
It was soft at first, and gentle. It wasn’t the way I was used to being kissed. With Hank, kissing was something to be endured, and it was fast and sloppy. The kiss Liam had given me last night had been wild, but controlled.
This kiss was...
Well, it was tender.
Sweet.
Erotic.
My body felt hot from the changes it was going through, but now there was a new heat, and it was one that started between my legs. I was on fire for him. I wanted him. Needed him. I was craving him to the point where I thought I might lose my mind if he didn’t start fucking me. It was strange to know that if we didn’t move things along, I really would get sick. I really would die from not sleeping with him.
“Please,” I whispered, reaching for him. “Please don’t wait.”
“I won’t,” he said, laughing. “I’ve been waiting an eternity for you, Kimberly.”
“I need you inside of me,” I said. The yearning inside of my body was growing with every kiss. With every single touch, I found myself needing more.
Wanting more.
He reached for me and started pulling off my clothes. The dress came first, followed by the bra. He didn’t take off my panties right away. Instead, he kissed my neck and down to my breasts. He played with them, teasing my nipples and tantalizing me.
I’d never felt anything like it.
“Liam,” I whispered.
“You like this,” he said.
“Of course, I like it.”
He looked up at me and smiled.
“No one’s ever teased you like this.”
It was an observation: not an accusation. Still, it saddened me a little. He was right, after all. I’d never been with anyone who taunted me like this before.
“No,” I said.
“Vampires do things a little differently, love,” he said then, and he reached for my panties. He tugged them off. I was totally naked in front of him, then. I was completely bared to his whims: open to anything he wanted to offer me. He lifted me from the ground and carried me to the bed, and he sat me down.
“What do you mean?”
“We like teasing,” he said.
“And biting.”