Page 21 of Night Fall
“I do not deserve you, Mya. That will never change, but I will spend my entire life trying to be worthy of you.”
They met in the middle, lips brushing against one another in a kiss that was both passionate and caring, wild and gentle. It was everything, and in it Mya found a sense of completion.
Erik kissed her head. “We should head back now. You need to eat.”
Mya snuggled closer to him. “I have been drinking extra blood over the last few days, I am fine.”
He made a humming noise and she rose from his chest. “Do you need to feed?” she asked.
“No, I still have a week and a half before I will need to.”
An idea sparked in her head. She blushed, and although her skin did not pinken, Erik noticed her shyness and touched her cheek. “What are you thinking of?”
Her eyes flickered to his and she bit her lip softly before saying, “Would you like to?”
“What?”
“Feed. From me?” Mya gathered her hair, brushing it to the side to show him her neck.
It was a magnificent thing to see the way she affected him. He had spent so much time hiding it before, but his body was open to her now. His chest rumbled from the shuddered breath he took, and his eyes grew dark. Erik traced her cheek, then slid the backs of his fingers over the side of her exposed neck, making her shiver.
“What an enticing offer. So tempting. So delicious.”
His voice grew breathless, and it caused her to pant as if he was stealing the breath from her very body. He kissed her neck, and a bolt of electricity shot straight down to her core. He did it again, trailing his lips over her skin. Each touch unleashed another tendril of desire in her.
“I want to bite you, fagr skjaldmær min. I cannot get the taste of you out of my head.”
He hummed along her skin and the vibration made her moan. “But I will not bite you here.”
“Why?” she asked, her voice husky and wanton.
“Because if I bite you here”—he nibbled her neck, and she jerked forward in surprise as another moan left her lips—“then I will spend the next two days thrusting into you like a possessed man. I will fill you with so much of my seed that you will never be able to rid yourself of me.”
Her eyes fluttered closed at the picture of how he would feel inside her. Her hips rocked against his once more and she rubbed herself along his growing erection.
Erik smiled. “You would like that, I see.”
Unable to speak, she bit her lip and nodded.
He chuckled. “I will bite you here, instead.” He touched the space between her neck and shoulder. “That way I will let you leave this bed, but only after I give you pleasure.”
Mya wrapped her arms around him, and Erik drew her close. He grabbed hold of her hips and rolled them once, twice, then widened his legs, forcing her to widen her own and sink down onto his erection. He lifted his hips, and they ground against one another.
Erik captured her lips, her moan, kissing her and taking her over completely, fanning the flames between them as he owned her with his teeth and tongue. She was breathless, shameless, whimpering when he pulled away, surrendering herself to him when he coaxed her mouth open, grinding on him, moving with him, begging for more.
Then he kissed her chin and dragged his lips and tongue down her neck to lave at her clavicle, making the hairs on her body stand on end as every nerve came alive at his touch. Still, he moved her hips, and her core grew wetter. She knew he could smell her desire—she could smell it herself—and she pulsed against him, her entrance throbbing. Mya wished he would slide inside of her, do anything to temper the delirious ache.
“I know,” he whispered against her skin.
Mya wondered if she had spoken aloud, or if he knew because he felt it too. He was so hard under her, and at his words he pulled her closer and pushed against the bundle of nerves right above her pulsing lips.
Mya cried out as pleasure snaked through her, making her arch her back. He moved against the same spot, and she moaned again, the sound so lewd and loud.
Erik twitched beneath her. “Beautiful,” he purred. “Such a beautiful sound. Cry for me again, fagr skjaldmær min. Let me hear what I do to you. Tell me how it feels.”
“I—”
He ripped the tunic at her shoulder, and then his teeth pierced her flesh and she screamed his name.
