A Vampire for Christmas(84)
Damien could not sleep, either, his mind reliving each and every encounter with Ramirez. Contemplating what it would take to defeat the deadly vampire who was not only physically powerful despite his rotund and small stature, but also a seasoned warrior. Over and over Damien imagined the captain’s moves. How a feint to the left or right could have changed the outcome of their two prior encounters.
During one such imaginary fight he jumped, so powerfully that Angelina turned in his arms to see what was the matter.
Are you all right?” she asked and laid her hand along his cheek.
Damien forced a smile and covered her hand with his. “Just trying to prepare myself for Ramirez.”
You plan to fight him again?” she asked, the tone of her voice flat.
Because he did not want to worry her more, he said, “I will do what I must.”
She nodded and then tracked her thumb across his lips. “How can I help?”
Stay away, he thought, but knew she would not leave him to face Ramirez on his own. There was one thing she could do, however loath as he was to ask it.
As her gaze met his, though, she seemed to understand.
Are you strong enough or do you need to feed?”
I have not fed from anything living in some time,” he admitted and raised his hand to stroke it gently along the delicate slope of her shoulder.
Will it hurt?” she asked, sounding so innocent his heart ached, but if he was to save her from eternal damnation, he needed to be fortified.
Not so much,” he admitted, then quickly added, “I can make it pleasurable, as well.”
The first hint of a smile relieved the seriousness of her features. “Like you did before?”
He chuckled and ran his thumb along the straight line of her collarbone. With each pass he inched his thumb lower until he was caressing the swell of her breasts. They tightened in anticipation, and he lifted his gaze back up to hers.
Better than before,” he promised, moving the final short distance to caress the tight tip of her breast. Dipping his head, he nipped and sucked at the other breast until she threaded her hands through his hair and held him to her.
Inside him came the rush of desire and, as it usually did, the clamor of the vampire to be released. He had restrained the beast when he was with her, but this time he set it free.
The animal within him shook with the joy of liberation, but he reined it in, wanting to make sure he gave Angelina the pleasure that might bring forgetfulness of the beast’s bite.
With the sharp edge of his fangs, he traced the puckered tip of her breasts, earning a surprised gasp from her. More gently, he took the tip into his mouth, suckling her until she was digging her fingers into his shoulders.
The sensation was familiar and yet foreign, Angelina thought. With each gentle pull, she experienced the scrape of his fangs along sensitized skin. At one particularly rough tug that created both pleasure and pain, she cried out and arched her back, bringing herself flush along his body.
He raised his head. His silver-gray gaze had bled out to the neon-blue of the vampire and long canines extended beyond the fullness of his lips. He hesitated a moment, then trailed a line of kisses down her center to the apex of her legs, where he parted her and sucked at her core.
She opened her legs wide, offering herself to him. He continued his sensual kiss at her center while easing one finger and then another into her, preparing her for his possession once more.
Angelina closed her eyes against the pleasure he was bringing her. Surely this was Heaven and anywhere without him—Hell. She threaded her fingers through the silk of his hair and held him close, savoring the sensations he was creating. As one sharp tug at her nether lips had her shaking, she lifted her hips up, asking him for more.
He chuckled and the sound reverberated against her center, dragging a moan from her. “Do not tease me so, Damien,” she pleaded, feeling empty inside without him.
He slowly shifted upward until his body covered hers. It was warm with the heat of the vampire. His eyes blazing with light and those long, wickedly lethal fangs bright in the dim light of early morning.
It seems only fair since you tempt me beyond reason, Angelina,” he said, guiding himself to her center where, with a slight move, he slipped the tip of his erection into her.
She moaned and arched her hips, taking him in a little deeper, but he held back.
Why do you hesitate?” she asked, puzzled by his restraint.
A bittersweet smile tempered the harsh look of his lips with their deadly fangs.
I do not wish for this to end too quickly. For Heaven to slip through my fingers,” he readily admitted.