章節 8: Chapter 8: A Fantasy
Sabrina frowned up at him, her desire and need for him receding. "Is that the truth?"
"Kiss me, Sabrina, kiss me as if I'm a man entitled to this," he said. He took her lips and it was desperate, as if he wanted to lose himself in her.
She reached out and touched his chest with a trembling hand. "You're so beautiful." Every muscle clearly defined. Not an ounce of fat on him. He had dark olive toned skin. She still sometimes pinched herself to make sure it was real, that this man belonged to her. No matter what, she didn't think she could give him up. If he needed blood she'd provide for him or find a synthetic alternative. She pulled his head down and kissed him. "You're mine." She deepened the kiss. "My beautiful man."
He snorted. "Women are beautiful. I'm manly and muscled."
In spite of his humorous words, she thought she saw disappointment in his eyes. She should tell him she loved him. He was her husband. She did love him, but somehow the words just wouldn't come. He'd married her without telling her what he was. What else was he keeping from her?
She smiled and shook her head at his irreverence. Maybe he had a split personality. The one crazy and under the delusion that he was a vampire and then this Mark, passionate and tender and funny. With sadness buried deep beneath the fearsome white light that sometimes burned in his eyes.
After what he did that night, she should push him away. Fight him tooth and nail. Not admire his manly chest.
"Manly chest?" He lifted a brow.
She slapped said manly chest. "Stay out of my mind." She shook her hand. "Ouch."
She may as well have slapped her hands against Table Mountain. It was just one more reminder that he wasn't quite human.
He rubbed her hand between his. "Only flesh and blood."
He kissed her, red wine, bitter chocolate, and decadence, a kiss so potent she melted into the bed, her bones the substance of jelly.
"Tell me your darkest fantasy and I'll make it come true," he said in a deep dramatic voice, sounding like Bela Lugosi.
She giggled, a soft girlish sound and his face softened. Brick wall, think brick wall, she chanted in her head. She didn't want him to see her darkest fantasy.
He threw back his head and laughed. "The classic brick wall. It doesn't work against a vampire."
She pounced on his words. "So you admit it, you're a vampire."
He shrugged. "Just giving you what you expect.
He stilled and smiled a wicked sensual smile, as if he'd discovered something very naughty in her mind. "Why would you try to hide such an innocent fantasy from me?"
"Innocent," she exclaimed, her face on fire just thinking about it.
"Very innocent," he said.
When his eyes twinkled with humor like that, it was hard to believe they sometimes had a backlit glow, or that his teeth could lengthen like a vampire's. Or that she sometimes thought she saw hatred glaring at her. And that he could read her mind.
Still smiling he moved down her body, kissing her breasts, her naval. "When did this particular fantasy come to you?" he asked as he kissed his way over her stomach.
"Stop calling it a fantasy. I saw a picture of a celebrity doing it to his girlfriend." She had to find a way to keep him out of her mind. How did he expect her to have a conversation with him when he did that?
"I like your mind. It's so deliciously naughty."
"It's not, you're just saying that to make me blush."
She felt him smile against her thigh. He moved down until he could reach her toes. Slowly, his gaze fastened on hers, he sucked her toe in his mouth. She whimpered and her body jerked, if she wasn't a puddle of pleasure, she'd be afraid of bouncing off the bed.
"What - " She swallowed, moaned, and struggled to think what she was going to say. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you your fantasy, though next time I think I'll make you tell me." He sucked her big toe into his mouth again. When she thought she would explode, he moved up her body and kissed her calf, her knee, then the inside of her thigh. She should stop him, she knew there was an important reason she shouldn't allow him to linger there, but her mind was a puddle of pleasure. Veins...it had something to do with veins.
He cupped her sex and she panted with sheer lust. Slowly he parted her folds and then inserted a finger, moving in and out, mimicking the motions of sex. Her body didn't want his finger. It wanted more.
"Please, Mark, don't tease me, I need you."
"Not as much as I need you to." There was something almost driven in his voice. Almost self-loathing, but she was too caught up in their lovemaking to focus on it. "I need you to crave me, to feel empty when I'm not inside you."
"I am empty, Mark, please, come inside me. I need you so much."
He inserted another finger, increased his pace, her hips keeping time with the rhythm he set.
She clenched her thighs around his hand. "More, please, Mark, I need more, I need you, not your finger."
"Will you let me suck on your neck?" His voice was pure sin and temptation.
"No, maybe, I don't know. Please be inside me, Mark." She needed him so much, wanted to be close to him, share this special pleasure with him so much, she would've promised him anything.
He clasped her knees, slowly pulled them open and back.
Sabrina moaned when he entered her, his gaze holding hers captive while he pushed deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him.
"Move, Mark, please."
She came at the first stroke. He thrust deep, seeming almost desperate to claim her as his, to make it last.
She felt his teeth scrape her neck and, in that moment, if he'd wanted to suck her dry, she'd have let him. He stiffened against her, groaned, and increased his pace, and, when he came, she peaked again. He fell over her and she loved his heavy weight on top of her, even if it made breathing difficult.
When his breathing slowed, he rolled off her and dragged her close to him. "We can't stay in this house."
She stared up at him, at his glowing eyes and growing incisors and her whole being shrank back from his words.
"This is my home, the only place I ever had a family."
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