“No,” I said, giving him a narrow-eyed glare. “You’ve had your fun.”
As soon as he was coated enough to slip against me, I released one of Auguste’s hands to line myself above him and sink down onto his cock. Our mouths both fell loose with chorused moans as he filled me, my body welcoming him gladly.
“Mon dieu,” he muttered, eyes squeezing shut as his hips lifted, filling me up and nudging high inside me, drawing a whimper out. “Esther, you don’t know how long it’s been.”
“Can you last?” I asked, already starting to rock in place, placing my hands down on his chest. I felt like a reined horse, wanting to bolt forward. But I didn’t want the ride to end too quickly.
Auguste’s eyes opened at that, fangs pressing into his bottom lip. “As long as you need,” he said, tension scratching in his voice.
That was enough for me. I started off quick and hard, bouncing and rushing to any finish line I might find. To Auguste’s credit, he met me at every thrust, both of us gasping and grunting. My skin slapped against his pelvic bone, stars bursting behind my eyes with every bit of contact. Auguste’s knees braced me at my back, his feet pushing against the mattress as he rutted up inside of me.
“Christ,” he growled. “What a creature.”
His free hand reached up, cupping and squeezing my breast, and I released the hand I’d been pinning down, trusting him not to steal control now.
“Oh god, yes,” I moaned as he took the opportunity to play at my clit. There was no teasing now. He was urging me to an orgasm. When it came, faster than I expected and blindingly good, he held still, letting me ride it out without following suit.
I relaxed as I came down, and Auguste sat up, circling me with his arms and kicking his legs free of his pants.
“More, sweet girl?” he asked.
“More,” I said, my voice hoarse.
We met in a kiss as Auguste shifted us just enough that he could take over the motion, thrusting up as I clung to his shoulders. I scratched my tongue on his fangs and pressed it to his own, reveling in the way he shuddered against me, fucking me faster and harder than before. I bit hard at his lip, and Auguste snarled and pinned me to the bed.
With Dr. Underwood and Mr. Tanner, I had barely been able to catch my breath long enough to think of how to please them. This was different. Even as Auguste pressed me flat, his hips rolling and snapping into mine, I found ways of drawing him further to the edge. I scratched my nails over his back, and he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes completely black and nostrils flared.
“Bite,” I said, turning my head to bare my throat.
He didn’t hesitate, simply dove down, burying his fangs into my neck and grinding himself inside of me until I was fluttering and shouting, the drumming beat of my orgasm in time with the drinking pulls he took from my neck. There was no familiar wet heat inside of me, but he roared against my skin like any other man might at his finish and sagged against me after, purring as I stroked down his back and he lapped at the wound on my neck.
“I’m satisfied,” I whispered, already feeling my eyes sagging.
Auguste laughed against me, rolling us so that I was draped over his chest. “For now,” he said, and I snorted.
“That’s true,” I said. “Do you leave tomorrow?”
“I’m staying a few days, but I’ll be out of your hair during the day,” he said. “Beneath the manor.”
Right. Vampire. “How long until morning?”
“A few hours still,” he said, pulling the pins free from my hair. “You can rest.”
“Only if you promise to wake me in an hour with your face between my thighs,” I said.
Auguste hissed. “Wicked girl,” he said, but his dimples had appeared. He rolled us again, hands roving over my breasts and stomach. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re not wasting a second. You can sleep in the morning.”
I giggled, squealing as he nipped over the same places on my breast he had bitten not long ago. They were a little sore, and the ache went straight between my legs. I spread my thighs wide and pushed at Auguste’s shoulders.
“I like a man that keeps his word,” I said, sliding my fingers into his hair as he kissed above my stomach.