“Nothing?” she gasped. “But… why demand all those cells away from the sun then?”
My grin split my face.
“People believe what they want to believe. In this instance, I gave them something they thought would control me. It makes them feel better, and helps me in the long run for them to think they have that out.” I cleared my throat. “If they ever do try to torture me with it, then they’re in for a rude awakening.”
“So what would happen if I went into the sun right now?” she asked, sitting up in bed.
She was staring at the windows—the ones covered by the shutters—like she was about to fling the things open.
“Nothing, not really. You’ll be lethargic, like you’re sick. If you were to drink some blood, you’d feel a little more like yourself. Mostly, though, you’ll just be tired. Like, not being able to lift your hand off the table, tired,” I explained, tugging the t-shirt—my t-shirt—that she had around her frame.
She came back willingly and rolled, straddling me in the process.
“Why am I not hungry?” she challenged.
I shrugged again. “Another question I’m unsure of.”
Her eyes went to the pulse that thrummed at my neck.
“I could taste you, though,” she said, her smile going wide.
That’s when I saw her fangs had released, and I bared my neck for her.
She moved down to my exposed skin slowly. So slowly that I nearly brought my hand around the back of her head and tugged her in closer. But I didn’t, and I was rewarded for my patience moments later when she laughed, her hot breath tickling along my throat.
“Now that I’m Superwoman,” she murmured, trailing those beautiful lips along my jaw. “Does this make me safe to go and do what I please?”
I placed both of my hands on the exposed skin of her thighs and shook my head.
“You can be killed, darling,” I told her bluntly. “Easier than most, still. Though decapitation or the removal of your heart is the only way to kill you, that doesn’t mean that you can’t be killed. On the contrary. Normally new vampires think they’re indestructible, but they’re anything but. They find out the hard way, unfortunately.”
She moved her lips until they were touching the tip of my Adam’s apple. “Keep talking.”
I growled low in my throat.
“About what?”
Her tongue darted out to run a line down my throat to my collarbone, then trailed the same line back up again with her lips.
My hands convulsed on her thighs, then started to move up and down her legs as I tried really, really hard not to rip the panties that I knew were covering her, off.
“About anything,” she insisted.
I rumbled deep in my throat.
“I like the way your chest vibrates when you talk,” she whispered softly, moving her lips up to my jaw and along the line of my beard. “And the way your rough hands scrape deliciously against the sensitive skin of my thighs.”
I growled some more.
“Are you fond of these panties?” I asked her, moving my hands from the backs of her thighs to the seam along each thigh. “Because I’m about to tear them from your body and use them for something other than their intended use.”
She pulled back and smiled.
“They’re one of my favorite pairs,” she informed me. “But you can take them off of me any way you want to. I can always buy more.”
Riiiip.
“I can buy you ten exactly like them,” I informed her.
It wasn’t a boast, either. I could. I’d send my personal assistant out tomorrow night if I had to.
Chen would fuckin’ love that!
She dropped down and rubbed her breasts along the hard plane of my torso, dragging her distended nipples across the coarse hair on my chest.
The t-shirt saved her from my hands, but only long enough for me to slip them underneath the shirt and run along the length of her back.
She shivered, and I felt her nipples pebble against me.
“What’s different with what you’re feeling?” I asked her, wanting so badly to yank her down by her hair and slam my mouth down on hers.
She pulled back and my hands went to her ass, squeezing lightly as I let my fingers dip between the divide of her cheeks.
Her pupils dilated.
I left them exactly where they were, though, not moving an inch as I waited for her to reply.
“Everything’s more sensitive.” She licked her lips. “I can see you, even though it’s dark. You taste better, too.” She stopped. “And you smell.”
My lips quirked. “Bad?”
She shook her head, and her hair fell even more free of the very loose bun at the top of her head.
I took one of my hands from her ass and yanked the hair tie out, causing her to gasp.
Her hair surrounded us, filling the air with the smell of apples, and clenched her ass cheeks.
The hand still on her ass tightened, and she pushed down, allowing the line of my cock to dig in to the sensitive skin of her now bare pussy.
Her very wet pussy.
“No.” She shook her head, the soft strands of her hair tickling my naked chest. “It’s a good smell. So dark and masculine.” She moaned and dropped her lips once again to explore, this time the large expanse of my chest.
I let go of her completely to grab hold of the headboard above my head, my hands squeezing so tight that I heard something groan in protest.
“Spicy and yummy,” she murmured.
Then her lips were trailing down my breastbone. The moment she got to the line of my nipples, she changed direction and made a beeline for one.
“What about you?” she pushed.
I jerked the moment her mouth closed over the tight bud.
Hell, I hadn’t realized that I was all that sensitive, or at least I hadn’t been for other women. For Acadia, well, anything was possible. Even coming like a boy barely out of his adolescence.
And when she switched to the other nipple while her hand moved down the length of my belly, trailing her fingers along the line of hair that continued straight to the thatch of hair between my legs, I nearly came off the bed.
Just a brush of those sweet fingers along the base of my cock had me slamming my eyes closed and my arms straining to take control.
I couldn’t say why I wasn’t taking control. Maybe it was to give her this opportunity since I so rarely gave it. Or maybe it was due to the fact that I didn’t want her to be overwhelmed with all the new sights, smells, and tastes.
Regardless, what she was giving to me right now was a gift.
A torturous gift, but a gift nonetheless.
She trailed the tips of her fingers along the column, teasing and playing as she continued to work her mouth on my nipples. She sucked, flicked, circled. Hell, she had as much skill, if not more, than me.
The dual sensations of her fingers on my cock, paired with her lips and tongue on my nipples, was enough to drive me to the breaking point.
And then her hand finally closed around my cock, and I lost it.
Or would have had she not scrambled down between my legs, ripping my underwear from my body just like I’d done to her minutes before, and swallowed me.
I came off the bed as my body bowed, my cock trying to tunnel deeper into her mouth at the same time that I struggled to gain control.