He brings a hand to my waist, slipping it to my lower back and driving the muscle of his thigh between my legs where the worst of the throbbing is driving me mad, and I’m gone.
Instinct takes over, my hips rocking against his leg as my neck aches from being restrained. We stare into each other’s eyes for another long moment, searching silently for something to set us both free.
When I don’t think I can take it one moment longer, Maxim’s mouth opens, and he whispers against my lips. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, little vamp. Tell me, and I’ll leave.”
An electricity buzzes between us, and it twists the muscles in my back as my thighs tremble and I slowly writhe against this man I barely know. The nickname he’s adopted for me only makes my head swim and the feeling of intoxication grows.
“I don’t want you to kiss me,” I say. It’s untrue. I’m daring him to call my bluff, gazing into his eyes, waiting for him to do what we both know he’s about to do.
“Liar,” he seethes, and as I open my mouth to answer back, he frees his hand from my hair and grips my neck, pushing my face forward until our lips meet. A silent boom thunders from my chest, rippling up and down and outward until my body feels numb and yet more alive than it ever has.
It’s like his hands are everywhere at once, holding me to him and then moving over my flesh, sending my nervous system into a frenzy.
I can’t do anything but kiss him back as his hands cup my breasts. Fingertips pinch and roll my bare, tight nipples as his leg moves against my now drenched sex, a tightness I’ve never felt before gathering there until I’m whimpering and shaking into the kiss.
His tongue is warm, exploring my mouth as his breathing comes faster and faster, speeding in time with our bodies as they shift and move together, synchronized like a symphony.
I grind down on his leg, scooting myself higher and higher until I feel the imprint of his hard length with each sway of my hips.
As I move myself round and round until it makes him growl, I hear his heart like a drumbeat inside of me. The rhythm moves me, makes me hornier, needier, wanting to finish what we’ve started.
He breaks us apart, leaving me panting as his mouth comes to my neck, and I throw my head back, the vision breaking inside me of how my mother must have felt when my father did the same to her.
Except.
He was the taker and she was the taken.
That’s how it works between humans and vampires.
Or that’s how it’s supposed to.
The knot in my stomach tightens as Maxim kisses and bites at the nape of my neck, making me writhe and moan as his hand slides down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing, driving my body back and forth against him.
“You’ve been driving me crazy, running by my house at night. Did you know that?” His deep, masculine voice sounds pained as I twist my head and take his mouth in another kiss, by my own choice this time. “I’ve followed you. Watched you.”
His tongue parts my lips, and I wind mine around his but gasp when his hands cup my backside, lifting me up and off of him before slamming my back against the wall beside the open bathroom door.
With his face hovering just in front of mine, I’m unable to distinguish the different emotions I see there. Anger maybe? Frustration? Restraint, for sure.
But, there’s something else. Longing. Caring. Possessiveness in his wild eyes. This isn’t just a moment for him, it’s more. We may have only met a few hours ago, but it feels like we’ve known each other for a lifetime.
His hand brushes over my hip as I gasp, and he moves it down along on my bare flesh, tickling the small patch of hair between my legs. Then his fingers stall, leaving me holding my breath.
“Do you touch yourself?” A single finger plunges down, brushing my outer lips and making me gasp. “Here?”
I shake my head and answer on a pant. “No. There was never any…” I moan low, trying to hold onto the thought. “No desire…”
“Has anyone else touched you here?” The thick finger pushes apart my soaking lower lips and finds a spot that sends a cascade of desire through me, making me mewl and melt.
My head falls back and my eyelids flutter.
Jesus. That feels so good.
I shake my head, wanting this moment to never end as Maxim’s lips lower to my chest again, then my shoulder, kissing along my flesh until they are on my neck.
His finger moves down at the same time his mouth zones in on another secret center of pleasure, kissing and licking my neck until I’m muttering gibberish and wondering where these feelings have been all my life.