"What are you doing?" I gaped, my voice already becoming husky.
Antoine offered me a knowing grin before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Things may become a bit messy, and I don't want to ruin my best suit."
I snorted. "I've seen your closet, that's hardly your best suit, or even your only suit. You have nothing but suits."
"Have you been snooping, Miss Billings?" Antoine said with an arched brow, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I tossed my hair over my shoulder and then crossed my arms over my chest with a scoff. "Uh, no. I do the laundry, duh."
"But not my suits. Those are done by Darren who gets them dry cleaned. So, the only reason you have to be in my closet is to snoop."
I stared him down, refusing to budge and admit that he was right. I had been snooping. Who wouldn't? I mean, I lived in a house with six hot vampires. Of course, I was going to snoop. I had to, or I'd go insane.
Antoine's lips ticked at the side before he quirked a finger at me. "Come here."
Still not sure he had given up on it, I shifted in place. Then after giving myself a little pep talk, I dropped my arms and walked toward him. I stopped at the edge of the bed not sure if I should sit, stand, or take my clothes off?
"Have a seat," Antoine commanded in that deliciously demanding tone of his.
I sat down promptly and pressed my legs together tightly, my eyes falling to my lap where my hands were curled into fists. This was so weird. I'd never been in this sort of position. When I planned on having sex with a guy, it was spontaneous. We'd start with some kissing and then make our way to sex. Antoine was staring at me like I was supposed to lay back and spread my legs for him.
"Piper, this is about you, not me. Take your pleasure to wash away the pain." Antoine's voice turned low and sultry. That seductive sound mixed with the words themselves to instantly make my body warm, and I squirmed in place. Seriously, it would give Wynn a run for his money.
Antoine's finger placed under my chin and tipped my head back. My eyelashes fluttered as I lifted them to see the desire on his usually professional face. My tongue wet my lower lip and brushed against Antoine's thumb at the same time. I immediately withdrew my tongue and swallowed, my mouth dropping open slightly as the tension between us became thick.
"I'm going to kiss you," Antoine told me moments before his mouth descended on mine. My hands went to his shirt, clenching around the fabric of his shirt as I held him close to me.
Antoine's kiss was demanding just like the man himself. He didn't ask permission to deepen the kiss, he nipped at my lip instead, causing me to gasp and open my mouth to him. He plundered my mouth and wrapped his hands around my waist as he leaned me back on the bed.
I let loose a surprised moan as I found myself on my back with him perched between my thighs. One of my legs was thrown over his hip, and he ground his erection against my core. I let out small whimpering sounds of need as the heat built. I ached for us to take it further but too embarrassed by the whole situation to do anything but let him take control.
That was something Antoine didn't have any problem doing. He pulled my tongue far enough into his mouth that his fangs nicked one side, making me hiss, but he was quick to sooth the pain by sucking on the wound. Now it was his turn to moan and grind against me.
His hand moved up my hip and under my shirt, groping for my breast through my bra. I ached, hot for more. I wanted him to strip me bare and burrow inside of me while his fangs plunged into my neck.
Wow, where did that come from? I'd never wanted someone to bite me so badly.
I pulled my mouth away from him and took in deep breaths. My fingers let go of his shirt and fumbled with the buttons, but I just wasn’t able to get my hands to work right. Antoine smirked and shifted back to unbutton his shirt slowly, his eyes moving over my face, past my swollen lips and down to my puckered nipples. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, no doubt smelling my arousal in the air.
Crap. If he could smell it then the others... My eyes moved to the door, briefly wondering if they could hear me. Oh, God. What was I going to say to them? I mean, I already had confirmation about the sharing, but I'd never asked Antoine about it.
"Stop thinking, Piper," Antoine demanded, his shirt already off his shoulders. My eyes locked onto the muscular form he'd unwrapped for me. Without thinking, my fingers moved up to the sigil tattooed into his skin. I traced the letters and picture, watching as Antoine's breath came in small pants.
Interesting.
My gaze moved from his chest to his eyes, and I chewed on my lower lip before sitting up. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I did as he bid and stopped thinking as I unsnapped my bra and laid bare myself before him.
I could feel Antoine's hot gaze move over my skin, making me squirm beneath him. With a smug smirk, Antoine shifted lower and brushed his fingers against my hip bone without asking, which seemed his go-to, but hey, I already said yes. How we got there didn't really matter that much.
When Antoine's fingers found my soaked folds, I gasped and closed my eyes, no longer able to keep my thoughts straight. While his one hand was busy, he dragged down the rest of my clothing, leaving me naked and aching for him.
As he dragged out each and every moan and small cry of pleasure, I was astutely aware of his movements. How he was able to juggle torturing me while pulling the rest of his clothing off, I had no idea, but I thanked whatever god or demon for it as I came apart on his hand.
Gasping from my release, I looked up at him from beneath heavy lids. Antoine removed his hand and shifted into place so that he cupped the back of my neck and brought me up to meet his kiss. He shifted me into his lap and sank me down onto his long hard length while his mouth took control of my breath. I could do nothing but hold onto for dear life.
Oh, God. I couldn't. It was too much. I couldn't breathe. I needed... I needed...
Antoine released my mouth and reared back before sinking his fangs into my neck. Pain burst from where he bit me, and I squealed, scrambling to get away. Antoine held onto me tightly and tilted his hips so that he hit somewhere inside of me. The intense pleasure had my eyes rolling back in my head, the pain in my neck no more than an itch. To add injury to my already scrambled mind, Antoine somehow got his hand in between us and punched down on my clit, making me break apart at the seams.
While I orgasmed, I felt something happen. Something rushed through me, lighting my body and veins on fire but not so much that it took away from the pleasure I felt. I firmly understood why only lovers did this. It was quite a ride.
Just as I thought I couldn't get enough, Antoine released my neck and bit into his wrist. His bleeding wound was pressed against my mouth, and I parted my lips without question. If I thought I'd tasted blood before, I'd never tasted a vampire's blood like this before. I couldn't describe how it tasted, but it was like drinking down sunshine and power.
It was so heady that Antoine had to pull me away just to get me to stop. I let out a groan of protest, but then my eyes grew heavy. He laid me back on the bed and pulled the cover up over me. A soft hand brushed the hair away from my face, and Antoine’s lips caressed my forehead before darkness overtook me.