As he drove his fingers in and out, angling to catch the sensitive rim, her hips started to rock. He sustained a steady rhythm. Is this how you like it?
Her voice entered his mind. I can hardly breathe. Suck harder. She panted between gasping moans.
He obliged her, and the sensation of her breasts against his tongue and her stiff nipple had his cock twitching. Her hands were all over him, one of them rubbing up and down the arm that pistoned his fingers and the other across his back. She kept digging her nails into his muscles, and he loved it.
Brann, go faster. Just a little.
He increased his speed and sucked in strong pulls on her breast. He felt her go very still and quiet, which he knew meant she was close.
He sped up a bit more, then her body rolled and she cried out in a long anguished sound. “Oh, God!”
He kept up the movement of his hand and the pulls on her breast, savoring each cry and moan, then the shuddering of her breath as she began coming down.
He slowly came to a stop and released her breast then eased his fingers from her body. He loved how her sex held onto him as though not wanting to let him go.
He was blocking the flow of water in the small space, so he moved to the side to let the warm stream beat down on her. He caressed her abdomen and fondled her bottom. She turned her face into the water and let it run over her. She used the soap and took off the last bit of make-up.
When she shifted back to him, he supported her with his arm around her shoulder and leaned her back a little so he could look at her. A memory resurfaced of doing something similar. But mostly of looking at the freckles on her face and enjoying the sight of them. He took his time now, as he knew he had in the dreamglide memory, to kiss each of the prominent ones. “I love your freckles. You’re so beautiful, yet somehow they anchor everything about you.”
Had he also said something like that in the dreamglide? He wasn’t sure. As he drew back from kissing a freckle on her left cheek. He met her gaze. “Have I said that before?”
“In a different way. I don’t think you used the word anchor, more like earthy or something.”
“I love that we’re doing this.”
She angled her head to expose her throat. “There’s something I’m desperate for you to do again. I mentioned it earlier, you know, that I had something else in mind during shower time.”
The slope of her neck was a strong, clear invitation and lit up his vampire needs. He licked a line from the base of her neck all the way to her jawline. You want me to bite you?
I do. So bad. You have no idea.
Have we done this in the dreamglide?
She moaned. A lot, and you said it was very close to tasting my blood, though it wasn’t completely real. But it’s amazing when I know that I’m feeding you.
He kept kissing her neck and tonguing the area above her vein where he wanted to strike. So how do you want it? Because I can take your blood from more than one place.
Her body arched once more. For such a contained woman, she really let loose when it came to sex.
She was breathing hard. I’m feeling greedy right now. I want to feel your fangs on my neck then anywhere else you want to use them. Maybe you should pick.
He couldn’t help but smile. This is going to be a tough decision, because I want to do it all.
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Juliet waited as he made up his mind. She’d already come once, but Brann was an amazing lover. He knew how to take her to the pinnacle, ease her back, then ride her to the top all over again.
He continued to lick her throat, then slowly descended down her right arm, licking and kissing the entire way.
He sank to his knees, not a small feat in such a narrow tub. The water beat on his back. She wanted to leap on him and bite his neck. That’s when she realized her own mouth pulsed oddly as though she had fangs, though she didn’t. She was definitely sharing all his vampire qualities.
When he reached her wrist, she gasped. She thought they’d done everything together, but apparently, his conscious mind had a few tricks left.
He took both her forearm and her hand in his grip, then turned her wrist, so that he could easily reach the collection of veins at the base of her palm. He began to lick in slow wet swipes.
Yes. Even her telepathic voice sounded hungry to her own ears.
He licked a few more times. She kept her gaze fixed on his bobbing head. He paused, drew his head back, then struck. She cried out and her sex clenched hard. When he began to drink, she leaned her head against the shower tile and closed her eyes. Her whole body trembled with pleasure.