A Midsummer Night's Demon(30)

He stalked toward her, watched her irises darken with yearning. His heated stare raked over her body making goose bumps rise on her flesh. Ky lowered himself next to her on the couch. He could hear her heartbeat increase when he cupped the back of her neck with his large palm. His eyes blazed a trail along her face, over her chocolate eyes and petite nose, down her full lips, to the delicate skin on her neck. He kept his perusal slow to give her the opportunity to deny him.

“Are you sure about this?” Ky’s eyes searched hers.

“Positive,” She pulled her hair to one side of her neck and bent her head to give him access. “Yes. Please. Now,” she begged.

Ky’s response came in the form of a nibble, earning him a giggle when his hair touched against her neck. He intended to savor this special moment. His fangs lengthened from his gums in anticipation. Desire rushed through his veins, hardening his body. His lips brushed her smooth flesh, the stubble of his chin sent a fresh round of goose bumps to pebble her skin.

She trembled under his hand when his tongue darted out to taste her. He became a shadow in her mind, feeling everything she did. Ky felt the sensation of his tongue swirl over her tender flesh. His small touches increased her passion until her body burned white-hot with need that left them both shocked and aroused. Being in her mind, feeling her reaction to his caresses, fed his own passion, increasing his desire for her.

“Is this what you want?” His lips brushed her neck as he spoke.

“Yes, please...Ky.” His name came out a plea which he silenced with a kiss as he eased her back in his arms, his body pushing hers down onto the couch.

Ky feathered a trail of kisses along her jaw, down her neck, coming to rest over the steady beat of her pulse at the base. He ran his tongue along her velvety skin, making tiny circles over her sensitive flesh. A small keening sound escaped her lips as she arched against his mouth.

His fangs grazed her neck, but did not puncture. She moaned and quivered beneath him. Her resolve was solid in her mind, there for him to find. He sensed no fear, only complete trust. Her decision made. And that gave him all the assurance he needed.

He sank his fangs into her neck, and punctured the vein, knowing the small pinpricks would quickly give way to a feeling of sensuality. They sighed in unison as he drew her essence into his mouth. She tasted like pure ambrosia, a delicious nectar that tightened his body painfully.

Lyn laced her fingers in his hair, cradling his head to her neck. Her amazing blood coated his tongue, making his groin throb and ache. It ran down his throat to warm him from the inside out. Fire danced along his skin and he closed his eyes, reveling in the sinuous sensation.

Ky could taste her excitement, it sweetened her blood. With each draw, he could sense he drove her higher and higher. Her heart rate increased, breath quickened. Lyn trembled in his arms seconds before she moaned the pleasure of her climax.

Ky settled between her legs, the firm, unyielding length of him pressing against her core. He flicked his tongue over the puncture wounds to close them before blazing a trail of kisses along her neck. His fingers tangled in her thick hair. Raising his head, he saw the longing in her chocolate eyes. She wanted this, wanted him, and he’d happily oblige her. He let her see the answering desire in his eyes, sending her pulse racing.

His fingers tightened in her hair, to anchor her in place while he took her lips in a fierce kiss. The gentleness was gone, replaced by raw desire. His hunger rose. His inner beast demanded its mate. A rush of heat spread like liquid fire through his body, making his desire beat in his veins.

She writhed beneath his ministrations, while his mouth ate hungrily at hers. He took her response in his authoritative, demanding way. His sure hands reached for the hem of her shirt. Her body melded into his, soft, boneless. A low, vibrating growl slid from the back of his throat, sending a delicious tremor of anticipation through her. His hands lifted her shirt, and stripped it from her body.

Lyn wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles locked behind his back. The vee between her thighs fit tightly over the prominent evidence of his arousal.

Ky’s body stilled. He lifted his head, staring into the depths of her eyes. “Give yourself to me." Instead of a harsh demand, he made his voice soft. “Say you are mine. No one will ever love you more.”

Lyn loved him as deeply as he did her. Ky could see the truth of it in her eyes.

Tears threatened to spill down her checks. “I’m yours, completely yours.”

Her legs fell away from his waist and he knew a minute of confusion until her fingers clasped the waistband of his jeans. Her nimble fingers popped his button from its hole and slid the zipper down with ease. When she pushed his jeans from his hips, his shaft sprang free. Lyn gazed upon him for the first time, her eyes widened.