A Vampire for Christmas(82)

Have I hurt you?” he asked, worry evident in the deep furrow marring his brow.

She offered him a smile, reached up and brushed back the errant lock of ebony hair that had spilled forward when he gazed down at her. “No, my love. It’s just that I’d forgotten how wonderful it feels to have you touch me.”

Sweet Lord,” burst from his lips, and he swept into action. Bending, he lifted her into his arms and strode the short distance to his bed, where he gently laid her on the silken comforter, mindful of her earlier injuries.

Before she could do a thing, he had slipped between her legs as they draped over the edge of the bed. His erection was poised at her center, creating a pool of heat and wetness. She waited for his entry, but he smiled and cupped her breasts again.

I can feel your need. Down there,” he said, his voice a low tone that vibrated through her body. That made her shudder as he moved his erection along her swollen lips, but didn’t enter.

Damien,” she said, half plea, half question.

I want to pleasure you,” he replied and bent, trailing a line of kisses along the edge of her mouth and jaw until he was at the shell of her ear.

Only you,” he whispered before kissing her just behind the ear.

He continued tweaking the sensitive tips of her breasts. Each little pinch and tug sent a burst of need between her legs.

Then he began a slow descent down the edge of her collarbone. Butterfly-light kisses, which had her grasping his shoulders and urging him closer, until he finally closed his mouth on the peak of her breast.

Angelina arched off the bed at the heat of that kiss. She threaded her hands through the silk of his hair and held him to her, lost in the sensations he was creating with his mouth and hands.

Damien nearly came at the way she cried out his name, but held back, wanting her to experience every pleasure, every bit of joy he was capable of giving her. Over and over he suckled her breasts, licking and tugging at the sweet caramel tips. Alternating his hands and mouth from one breast to the other until she was shaking beneath him and bumping her hips upward in a plea for more.

He chuckled then and raised his head, smiling at her abandon. “If all Angels are as tempting as you, why would any fool choose the Devil?”

She returned his smile, but it had a bittersweet tinge, as did her words. “Because the Devil fools those who think desire means anything without love.”

As he had been fooled, but no longer, Damien realized. From the vision of that Christmas Past in Cuba to the one of a very painful Christmas Present, he had come to appreciate the difference. Which was why he would not waste the opportunity to let her know his heart this Christmas Eve.

I love you, Angelina. Whatever happens tomorrow, please remember that,” he said. He knew that no matter what he did, she would leave him again. Because of that, he wanted this to be as special as possible between them.

She must have seen his distress. She stroked her hand over his hair and said, “If I could stay with you forever, I would.”

I know, my love.” He dropped a kiss directly over her heart. Then he laid a line of kisses down her center until he was poised at the first hint of lush ebony curls.

He eased his hands to the juncture of thigh and hip, stroking the smooth skin there. About to shift and urge her legs open, she made that movement on her own, parting her thighs wide.

Her nether lips were flush with the rush of passion and he stroked the back of one hand along that sensitive cleft. She raised herself against him and murmured a plea.

Make love to me, Damien.”

He smiled. “In time, Angelina. I would not rush this for all the world.”

Tenderly, he caressed her again, teasing his fingers around where she most wanted him to touch. He moved his other hand down so that he could part her curls and expose the swollen and responsive nub at her center. He bent then, placing his lips there in a provocative kiss.

She moaned and lifted her hips. Dragged her fingers into the thick locks of his hair to urge him on.

He licked and sucked at the nub until she was almost writhing on the bed, her body shaking. The aroma of her desire sharp in his nose. The taste of her passion alive on his lips as he moved downward, continuing to caress that sensitive tip with his fingers while he sought to bring her yet more pleasure.

He kissed and laved her lips until he could slip his tongue into her center, mimicking the way he would shortly love her.

A climax slammed through her then and he nearly came himself as her body quaked beneath his mouth.

She uttered his name in a long, heartfelt cry and he could wait no longer.