When Darkness Comes (Guardians of Eternity #1)(61)

"You don't know how many nights you tormented me, lover." The pants were swiftly jerked off her legs, and his attention turned to her shirt. "Watching you, smelling your scent, feeling your heat. It was truly enough to drive a vampire mad."

A flush touched her cheeks as he removed her shirt and regarded her with a slumberous gaze. Bloody hell but she was a delectable morsel.

Spread upon the gold and black cover wearing nothing more than her lacy bra and thong, she would have made the most discerning vampire pant with need.

His lingering weakness was washed aside by a tidal wave of sheer blinding need.

Holding his gaze, Abby slowly smiled. "Good."

Dante lifted his brows as he planted his hands on each side of her head and pressed his lower body against her.

"Good?"

Her hands skimmed up his arms and over his chest where she began tugging at the buttons of his shirt.

"You tormented me enough," she explained.

His head lowered to nuzzle at the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Why didn't you come to my bed?"

His shirt was roughly tugged off his body. "Do you think that I jump into bed with every vampire I meet?" she demanded.

The demon flared within him. "I think that any jumping of vampires you do from now on had better be with me."

He leaned down to nip at her ear and was rewarded by a sharp shudder of longing that raced through Abby's body.

His own body was already hard and aching as he kissed a path down her neck and struggled to rid himself of his remaining clothes. Then, using his fully extended fangs, he tugged aside the bra.

Abby caught her breath as his teeth grazed her delicate skin, and Dante choked back a groan.

"Bloody hell but I wish I could taste you," he muttered as he sought her hardened nipple with his tongue.

Her fingers tunneled into his hair as she arched upward. 'Taste? You mean suck my blood?"

"There is nothing more intimate than the mingling of blood," he whispered. "And nothing more erotic."

"This seems plenty erotic," she moaned. "I'm not sure I could bear any more."

Dante licked the underside of her breast as his hands slid over her smooth skin. Her heat seeped into his body, into his dead heart.

'You'd be surprised, lover," he assured her as he settled more firmly between her legs. "We haven't even begun to explore the possibilities."

Her legs encircled his hips with blatant invitation. 'You mean like whipping cream?"

"Whipping cream, strawberries… chains."

"Chains? In your dreams, bud. I—" With a soft laugh, Dante surged into her damp heat. Pure sensation rippled through him as her fingernails sank into his shoulders and she gasped with pleasure. "Oh yes."

"Oh yes," he breathed as he lowered his head to kiss her with tender need.

Buried deep inside her, Dante paused to savor the feel of being so intimately bound together. It wouldn't matter if they had an eternity to explore each other, he would never tire of this woman. Never have enough of her sweet heat

He would never be close enough.

Opening her eyes at his hesitation, Abby regarded him with a searching gaze.

"Dante? Is something wrong?"

His lips touched her forehead. "Everything is perfect, my love," he whispered, his hips thrusting deeper before slowly pulling out to thrust again. 'You are perfect."

Her legs tightened about his waist, her beautiful face flushed. "Hardly perfect."

"Never argue with a vampire. We are always right." A growl was wrenched from his throat as she lifted her hips and his c**k sank to the heart of her. Bloody hell. He needed more. He needed to have her connected to him in a manner that would bind her forever. "Abby."

She was panting as he steadily pumped himself into her. "Dante… can't this conversation wait? It's a little difficult to think right now."

He traced her lips with his tongue. "I want to give you something."

Her fingernails bit deeper, sending a thrill of pleasure through him. "What?"

"A gift."

She moaned. "Now?"

"Now."

"But—"

It was obvious she was swiftly climbing to a climax, and Dante slowed his pace.

"I want to give you my blood."

Her eyes widened, the hint of distaste revealing that she had no idea just what an honor he had just offered her.

"I… um… That's very nice, but I have to be honest and tell you that drinking blood rates pretty high on my ick meter."

He smiled gently. "Abby, a vampire does not easily offer his blood to another. It is a rare symbol of trust since it gives power to the one who ingests it."

'Tower? Do you really think I need any more? I don't seem to be able to control what I have."

"Power over me."

She stilled beneath him. "How?"

He brushed his lips over her cheeks and gently nipped at her swollen lips.

"You will be a part of me. You will feel my emotions, know my heart, and sense me wherever I may be." He pulled back to peer deeply into her eyes. "Even if I am hidden deep within the ground to heal."

It took her a long moment to realize the extent of his faith in her.