Gaslight (Crossbreed #4)(114)

I moaned, gripping his hair tightly. My head spun. How could this feel so good? When Christian slipped his fingers inside me, I cried out.

“Not yet,” he murmured, licking the wound to seal it.

His body rubbed against mine as he dragged himself up to my neck and sucked on the skin above my artery. His cock rested between my legs and pressed against my opening, demanding entrance. When he raised his head and looked down at me, my stomach did a somersault.

“I can’t make love, Raven. I don’t know how. Not the way you deserve.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Then fuck me.”

His eyes closed. “You asked me not to treat you like the other women. This should be different.”

“Did you drink from them?”

“Sometimes.”

“Did they drink from you?”

He shook his head. “No. Never.”

I kissed his bottom lip. “Then give me your vein.”

Christian grew harder. “You shouldn’t say such things.”

I had no firsthand experience sharing sexual light with another Mage, but others said there was nothing like it. If my suspicions were correct, then blood sharing between Vampires had the same effect.

It suddenly dawned on me why Christian bent those women over a table. It was to keep from hurting them—a way to reduce physical contact and stay in control. Temple’s blood still coursed through my veins, enough to handle wherever this was leading. I didn’t want Christian to hold back or refrain from touching me.

I gripped the back of his head and pulled him to my mouth. The moment my fangs pierced his whiskery neck, he thrust himself inside me.

The flavor of passion swelled on my tongue, and a rush came over me. Christian was my drug, and I wanted more. He rocked his hips so fast that the table slammed against the wall.

“Jaysus,” he whispered.

Beneath the dark, sweet, exotic flavors, fire burned in his blood.

When I moaned loudly, pulling in another swallow, he whispered, “Fecking hell, you’re killing me.”

But I wasn’t.

Not even close.

I was wrecking him. All his fears of what this could mean were letters on my tongue, spelling out secrets. Blood knowledge wasn’t something I’d learned much about, but the deeper I drank, the clearer it became that this wasn’t just about sex for Christian. His body might have been fucking me, but his thoughts were tender and reverent. They were lush rose petals melting away the frost around my heart.

I retracted my fangs and sealed the bite.

His thrusts slowed to a near stop, and I felt every inch of him as he buried himself to the hilt. He never once stripped his gaze from mine, and a strange feeling came over me. I wasn’t sure if it had to do with the blood sharing, but our thoughts and our bodies became one.

Christian knew my desires, and I knew his.

Filled with his strength, I sat up, lacing my fingers behind his neck. He put his hands on my hips, and his touch meant everything.

“I need more of you,” he demanded.

The change in position brought me closer to release. Christian lifted me off the table, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Still inside me, he used his Vampire strength to grip my thighs and lift me up and down.

So much power—I could hardly wrap my head around it. My ankles uncrossed, and I found I didn’t need to hold on to him that tightly. I was boneless in his arms as he moved my body in rhythm with incredible speed, pounding into me and drawing out my pleasure. I moaned.

Loudly.

The look of titillation in his eyes suggested that he’d never done this position with anyone else.

My lips parted, and I moaned again. Every sound I made incited him to move even faster, his eyes wild. I’d never had anyone move my body this way, and it was incredible.

“You can put me down,” I struggled to say.

He slowed down. “Do you think it tires me? I could do this all night, Precious.”

“Not if you come.”

“I’ve got self-control. Have you?”

I leaned in and stroked my tongue across his artery. He went rigid, and the next thing I knew, we were on the bearskin rug.

“Do that again, and I will,” he promised, hovering over me like a predator.

Though I liked the wolfish way he looked down at me, I didn’t want to be beneath him. I pushed him onto my right side and threw my right leg over his hip. Instead of turning my back to him, I angled my torso so I was still flat on my back. It took Christian less than a second to adjust to our new position, and when he slid back in, we were perfectly aligned. He tortured me with shallow pumps, watching my face as I yearned for more.

Christian’s hand circled my breasts and then traveled down to my thigh.

He gazed down at me, the rich timbre of his voice giving me chills. “Raven Black, you have the most bewitching eyes.”

And just like that, without him even realizing it, Christian was making love to me.

I touched his face, wondering how it was possible to feel this way about Christian Poe. Sex didn’t explain the ache in my heart at the thought of him with anyone else. It didn’t explain the butterflies in my stomach or the need to learn about his past and find out why there was so much pain and loneliness.

He placed a tender kiss in the palm of my hand, and I closed it into a fist, wishing I could keep that kiss forever.