She grabbed his T-shirt and he heard a loud rip. The fabric parted from hem to neck. He laughed at her impatience, pulled away the remnants and tossed the torn garment aside.
She was wearing a bra, but he had that off in a blink, amazed he could move so fast and efficiently when he was trembling inside. He covered her breasts with his hands, weighing the small, firm mounds. The tips puckered, stabbing his palms. He growled, shocked by how possessive he felt.
Evie placed her hands on his chest and kneaded the hard muscles. Her hands were small and warm and quickly found his flat nipples, teasing them.
Lust swamped him, greater than the bloodlust he’d felt earlier. He caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror and saw the red-tinged eyes staring back at him.
He shook himself, desperate to regain control. It wasn’t easy with Evie’s head tilted back, exposing her long, slender neck. Her hair tumbled down her back and her skin was as pale as cream. Her lips were moist from his kisses, her eyes half-closed.
Craig’s hands shook as he undid the zipper of her black jeans. And if he had any doubts about if Evie wanted this as badly as he did, they disappeared when she helped him strip her jeans and panties off. It only took seconds and he had her sitting totally naked on the marble countertop in front of him.
He moaned as the sweet scent of her arousal tickled his nostrils. He licked his lips and his tongue touched a sharp fang. Craig went to his knees and pulled her butt to the edge of the counter. He pushed her thighs wider and pulled her legs over his shoulders.
Perfect.
He could see her pink pussy, swollen with need, liquid with arousal.
He leaned inward and stroked his tongue over her slick folds. Evie gasped, tightening her thighs around his head.
He growled with pleasure and dipped his tongue inside her hot, molten core, pushing it as far as it would go.
“Craig.” His name was a plea, a promise as it fell from her lips. His cock was as hard as steel, but not nearly as cold. He was burning up inside, like he had a fever, but one only she could cure.
One of his fangs accidentally pierced her delicate flesh. She cried out and he jerked back, horrified by what he’d done. A single drop of blood welled up.
He looked up, but she guided his head back to her.
Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the sweet scent of her blood mingling with that of her musky arousal. He touched the tip of his tongue to the single droplet.
Ambrosia.
Lust rolled through him like a runaway freight train. Unstoppable. He captured her clit between his lips and sucked, careful not to cut her again. She arched her back and cried out his name.
He loved the sound of it falling from her lips.
She caught his head between her hands and pulled him closer. He felt her convulsing against him. Knew he had to get inside, to feel the warm walls of her pussy closing around his cock.
He stood, ripped open the front of his jeans and pushed them down until his dick popped free. Grabbing her into his arms, he pressed her back against the bathroom door and fitted the head of his cock against her opening. Praying for control, he pushed his way inside.
Evie was surprised she was still breathing. Surely her orgasm must have killed her. She’d never felt anything like it in her life. It made all her other sexual experiences pale in comparison.
When Craig’s fang had accidentally cut her in such a sensitive spot, instead of being appalled or afraid, she’d been filled with a need for him to taste her blood, to take it and her. Rather than fighting it, she’d given in to the urge, pulling him to her. When his tongue had lapped up her blood, she’d almost come.
When he’d sucked her clit, she’d orgasmed so strongly she’d splintered into a million pieces.
Now her back was against the door and he was pushing his way inside her.
She couldn’t remember moving at all.
Craig was fast and strong, even stronger than she was. She didn’t have to worry about hurting him like she would with a human male. She could be herself and not be afraid.
His cock was thick and he stretched the walls of her pussy, demanding she accept him. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips and arched against him.
“Fuck, Evie.” His vocabulary had shrunk dramatically in the past few minutes, giving her a sense of feminine power. He forged inward and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He was long and thick and she’d never felt so full before. It was almost overwhelming, but she wanted all of him.
They were both panting hard by the time he was seated to the hilt. He rested his forehead against the door next to her, his lungs expanding and contracting. She gasped for breath and just hung on. Both of them simply clung to one another. She had no idea how much time passed.
Then Craig began to move.
Slowly at first, he circled his hips, withdrawing the slightest bit before pushing his way back inside her. She moaned when his pelvic bone brushed her clit and angled her hips so it would happen again.
Craig laughed and the lighthearted sound pleased her. Before long, his thrusts were harder and faster. He powered his way in and out of her, his cock stimulating and stretching her inner channel with every penetration.
She skimmed her hands over his broad shoulders, across his strong back, down his muscular arms. She licked and nipped at his neck, careful not to break the skin.
Craig swore under his breath, his movements growing faster and more frantic. Heat built in her core and she knew she was close once again.
“Bite me,” he ordered.
Her fangs ached and she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting his blood.
Yet fear stopped her. What if she took too much? What if she hurt him?
“Do it,” he commanded as his hips pounded against her.
He tilted his head to one side, exposing the thick column of his neck, and she was lost. Her fangs dropped down and she sank them into his skin.
Blood spurted into her mouth, sweet and savory. The taste of him flooded her senses, rocking her to her very soul. He groaned and fucked her even harder.
Then he angled his head and sank his fangs into her neck. She screamed his name and came fast and furious, lost in the maelstrom that engulfed them both.
The first thing she became aware of was the smell of blood. Her eyes flew open and horror filled her as blood dripped slowly from the bite she’d made in Craig’s neck. She leaned forward and licked the wound, stopping the bleeding.
Thankfully, her saliva contained some kind of antibodies that did that. Might not be sanitary but it worked.
“I’m so sorry.” Shame filled her and she tried to get away.
Craig tightened his hold on her and nuzzled her neck. “I’m not. That was amazing.” He lifted his head and kissed her lips, hard and fast. “Are you okay?
Was I too rough?”
Evie realized he was as unsure as she was, still trying to understand his own strength and this new world they both occupied.
A heavy thud pounded on the bathroom door. “Everything okay in there?” Damek’s concerned voice was like a bucket of cold water. She tried to get out of Craig’s arms, but he wasn’t having any of it and the more she squirmed the harder his cock grew.
She looked at him, eyes wide. Craig shrugged and whispered. “What can I say? You have that effect on me.” In a louder voice, he called, “We’re fine. Be out after we get a shower.”
Damek muttered something under his breath in a language Evie didn’t recognize, but she expected he was swearing. They both waited, breath held until they were sure Damek had left.
Then Craig looked at her and he started to laugh.
It left her spellbound. He looked so young, so carefree. He slowly slid out of her and they both groaned. Still holding her in his arms, he carried her to the shower and set her on her feet next to it.