Heat floods through me, and I buck my hips, unable to wait much longer, even though we just got started.
“Do you…do you still want me to put on that uniform?” I run my fingers through his hair, urging his mouth to my core again. Lucas moves his head back and straightens up, towering over me. Fuck, he makes me feel so small and innocent beneath him. With a devilish smirk on his face, he extends a hand and helps me to my feet.
“I want you to take everything off while I watch.”
He steps back, giving me room as he looks at me with an insatiable hunger in his eyes. My heart is hammering in my chest. Lucas can hear it, wanting my blood almost as much as he wants my body. It’s empowering knowing the effect I have on him. I can bring this otherwise-stoic vampire to his knees despite feeling inexperienced before him.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he groans as I look him right in the eye and pull my shirt over my head. I let it drop to the ground in front of the desk and reach around, unhooking my bra. I let the straps fall down one by one, using magic to hold it up in order to further tease Lucas. The way he’s always been able to control himself impressed me from day one, when it comes to resisting my blood as well as taking his time with sex.
I’m a selfish lover and get impatient, needing him now and not thinking I can withstand another second without his lips on mine, his hands around my waist, and his cock thrusting in and out of me. Hooking my thumbs into the sides of my underwear, I slip them down inch my inch until I get to my thighs, which is about as far as I can easily bend over right now anyway. I turn around once they fall, putting a hand on the desk for balance when I step out of them.
Moving with vampire speed, Lucas comes up behind me. He wraps one arm around me, and the other goes between my legs. Lips parting, I rest my head back against Lucas, whose deft fingers are working their magic already, stroking my clit in such a way I could come in a matter of minutes, standing here while my knees threaten to buckle.
He brushes my hair back and kisses my neck, fangs still out. It hurts every time he bites me, but I’ve come to enjoy the rush of pain and the sensation of my blood being sucked out of my body. He slowly moves his mouth down, finding the spot to bite where I won’t bleed out. It would be easy to hit the wrong spot and even easier to nick an artery without meaning to. I’ve never once worried about Lucas hurting me or drinking too much of my blood. Even before I knew I was a Nephilim with accelerated healing abilities, it wasn’t a fear. I’ve trusted Lucas pretty much from the start, even though never trust a vampire had been drilled into my head.
I’m on the brink of an orgasm when he bites down hard, fangs puncturing my skin. He waits a few seconds, letting the blood pool on the surface before he licks it off and then puts his mouth back to me, sucking hard.
“Don’t stop,” I groan, widening my legs. How Lucas is able to feed and pleasure me at the same time is beyond me. Lucas sucks harder and moves his fingers faster. I grip the desk, feeling everything inside me tighten up. My lips part and my breath hitches as the orgasm rolls through me. Lucas slips two fingers inside me right as my pussy spasms, hitting me in the perfect spot to send another wave of pleasure through me.
This time, my knees really do buckle, and Lucas takes his mouth off me so he can hold me up, stroking me and drawing out my pleasure. Blood rolls down my neck, dripping over my collarbone and onto my breasts. Lucas holds me against him, giving me time to recover.
Then he turns me around and licks the blood from my breast, tongue flicking my nipple. I suck in a breath and hook my arm around his shoulder, still needing to hold onto him for support. Slowly, he works his way up to my neck and drinks from the puncture wounds once more, taking in another mouthful of blood. He licks the wounds and puts his fingers over them, needing to apply pressure to help my blood start to clot.
He moves his mouth to mine, smearing a bit of blood on my lips, and kisses me with fury. He picks me up, able to hold me with ease, and lays me down on the rug next to the fireplace. There’s no fire going today, but the smell of burning logs clings to the old stone.