He shook himself, cursed the hungry, unfocused look he knew he wore. "Only if you keep your fucking mind games out of it. I gave that shit up when I left you." It was a lie, but only a little one. None of the other vampires he'd fucked had been able to come close to the kind of explosive, blinding pleasure Ella could bring with a thought. With a bite.
"Fuck me first." The words held a world of pleasure, of promise. She twisted between him and the wall and raised her hands above her head again. This time, the blue silk slipped off one breast, revealing pale flesh and one dark nipple he knew would feel like heaven on his tongue. "I've been wet since I laid eyes on you. If I take blood now, I'll make us both come the second I taste you."
Blake trembled as he lowered his lips to hers, meaning to invade her mouth, to conquer with teeth and tongue. Somewhere between the thought and the action, the lines between his brain and his body crossed again, just like they always did when he touched Ella. As a result, he kissed her gently, with every bit of the need that had built in him over the last two years.
His hands slid into her hair as his tongue parted her lips and snagged on one of her fangs. He tasted blood just as she did, and she went rigid, shuddered. Her heart rate, normally sluggish, sped up almost to match his own, and he knew she hadn't been lying. Just that tiny bit of his blood, his essence, had nearly cost her the control she valued so much.
He wanted to howl.
He nearly ripped her pants in his haste to get them open and push them down enough to get his hand inside. He reached under expensive lace and found her hot and slick inside the leather. A whispered curse escaped him, hissing out against her lips as he stroked her pussy, fingers slipping easily over her wet folds.
She made the most delicious noises as he centered his touches on her clit. Tiny whimpers, muffled against his lips and lost in his mouth, and each one shot straight to his cock. He knew her noises, knew the fake ones and the artistic exaggeration and all of the ways she tried to play him.
And he knew the noises she made when she was about to come.
"Fuck." Blake reared back and lifted her, pinning her up against the wall with his hip under her leg. The change in position put her bared breasts within easy reach, and he rolled his tongue around the tip of one with a needy growl. When she gasped and arched, he caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, then pulled his hand away.
"Blake!" It was a curse and a demand, rolled into one. Her fingers stabbed into his hair and curled around the strands. She tugged his lips back to hers and kissed him as she rocked against his thigh. "God, I missed this," she whispered against his lips, an admission that was too raw to be anything but real. "Why can't anyone else kiss like you?"
He dragged his mouth from hers. "Because no one else has loved you like I did." It wasn't an admonition or a confession, just a statement of fact.
He stepped away from the wall, bringing her with him, and looked around. A table sat against the wall by an ice machine, and Blake laughed low in his throat. "Damn leather pants. I can work around that."
"You always could work around damn near anything." She nuzzled his neck and dragged her tongue along his skin. Having her mouth there, teasing the pulse in his throat, was almost too much.
He dropped her on the table and straightened, staring down at her as he tugged on her pants. "If I put my mind to it." The leather slid down her supple thighs to tangle around her ankles, held there by the boots he hadn't removed. "Bend your—"
He looked up into her eyes and realized too late that he was back to asking, back to following her lead, so he pressed her knees down toward the table. He gave her time to resist, but she didn't. He knew she wouldn't.
Her breathing hitched again when he tore the silk underwear from her hip and pushed them aside, exposing her cunt. He swiped his thumb over her then licked away the wetness that slicked his skin. "Want to run yet?"
"Maybe..." She wiggled a little on the table, tested his grip, and laughed when he kept her pinned in place. "Depends. What's gonna get me fucked the fastest?"
"Nothing." He leaned over and reached into the ice machine, pulled out a small piece of ice. Ella wanted fast because she wanted to get him off and get him gone. That wasn't part of his plans, so he touched the cube to her neck, her nipples. "I want to feel you come under my tongue," he told her before popping the cube in his mouth to melt.
A noise escaped her, something that could have been surprise or excitement or maybe just a hint of nervousness. He had the upper hand, and she knew it. Maybe hated it a little, but not as much as she hated the fact that she wanted everything he would do to her.
With the pants tangled around her ankles it was easy to hold her in place, to keep her from pushing her knees together. He had her trapped, on display, every glorious inch of her, and the thrill of triumph raced through him when she pushed her hips up a little in a silent plea.
Blake bent over her, his thumbs rubbing circles into the soft skin of her inner thighs, closer and closer to her cunt until he reached it and parted her. When he lowered his mouth and slipped his tongue inside, she bucked off the table with a hoarse curse. He grasped her hips and held them still.
God, he'd missed the taste of her, how she felt like silk on his tongue. He wanted to devour her, to make her scream his name. To make her forget everything but him and the way he could make her feel. Her flesh was hot under his ice-cooled mouth, and he fought for control. He wanted to climb up her body, to sink his cock into her. He'd fuck her until they were both crazy from it, and just when he'd pushed her to the edge, she'd bite into him, send him reeling—
No. He groaned and pushed what was left of the ice into her with the tip of his tongue. She tried to wiggle away, but he followed the ice with two fingers and flicked his tongue over her clit. He needed to make her come first, so she'd have enough control to drink from him without using her magic to cloud his mind. He didn't want it to feel good when she bit him; he wanted the pain. He needed it, because he'd all but forgotten why he'd ever left her in the first place.
His tongue dragged over her clit again, and this time she hissed his name and thrust her fingers into his hair. He hadn't bothered to get it cut recently, and she wrapped the locks around her hand. She held his mouth against her body as if afraid he'd pull away, and the thought made him want to laugh.
He eased a third finger into her, stretching the tight channel the way she liked, filling her as he worked her with his tongue. Her legs trembled under him, and Blake knew she was close. In that moment, he'd never wanted anything as badly as he wanted her shuddering under him, her cunt convulsing on his hand.
He lifted his head and bit out a curse as he curled his fingers inside her, searching. "Fuck. Goddamn, Ella, come—"
"I can't—I haven't—" She sucked in a breath when he found her G-spot, her whole body going rigid. Her hips bucked up against his hand and every mask fell away. "Please, please, God, baby, help me—"
He growled and bit her thigh, thrusting his fingers harder. "Come," he commanded. "I won't tell you again."
The order pushed her over the edge, driving her hips up against his hand again as her cunt clenched around his fingers. She had always been quiet when she came, but she made up for it with her abandoned expression. He drank in the sight of her slack jaw and parted lips, the way she squeezed her eyes shut and arched her head back until the smooth column of her throat formed a vulnerable line he had to taste.
He eased his hand away and licked a path up her body as he pulled her upright. He closed his teeth on her neck, fighting the rush of possessive pleasure that flooded him. He was so hard it hurt, and he fumbled with his belt and jeans, needing to be inside her more than he needed his next breath. By the time she'd recovered enough to raise her head, he'd already freed his cock. "Now," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Now you're getting fucked."