Page 48 of Protected by the Vampire

He slid his hands to my hips, fingers digging in. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

I gripped the back of his hair in answer and used it to tug him closer so I could slide my tongue out and lick at his bottom lip. His fangs descended, and I dragged my tongue over one.

His groan was low and full of need. He pulled back and dropped his gaze, focusing on my hard cock, which made my stomach react.

The desire and want were clear in his eyes as he said, “I want to bite you.”

My brows shot up. “Down there? You ain’t gonna bite my dick off, right?”

His mirth slipped out in a loud chuckle. “Now, pet, why would I take the part of you that fucks me so perfectly?”

I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yeah, okay, then.”

“I believe you shall love it.”

I shifted under his guidance, a shiver rolling over me from the way his hands glided over my skin—anywhere he could touch—until he pressed his palms down on my shoulders.

“Move up the bed, pet. Let me worship this divine body.”

“Christ, Soren,” I breathed, my cock aching.

A quiet hum left him in response, low and approving. It sent heat pooling low in my stomach, and my fingers tightened on the sheets.

I looked down my body and watched him kneel on the mattress between my spread legs.

He brushed his hands over my ankles, then higher. My body goddamn spiraled with need.

He was going too slow, though.

I had to have his mouth on me.

“Babe, love you, but need your mouth on my cock.”

He smirked, full fangs showing, and I fucking loved seeing them.

Yet, it was still a bit terrifying to have those sharp teeth near my junk.

Soren’s low laugh had my gaze moving from his hands that were running over me everywhere but my dick, to his face. His long, wet hair pooled around his shoulders, making him seem angelic and devious at the same time.

“Relax, pet. I promise you’ll still have your perfect cock when I’m done.”

Nodding, I released the tension and sat up so I could take his mouth in a hot tangle of tongues. His fangs scratched at my lips but never broke through my skin.

“Got to have your mouth on my dick, baby,” I told him again, gripping his throat.

A soft snarl left him, and he gnashed his teeth at me before planting a kiss on my lips and pushing my upper body back down.

“Let me work now, pet. No touching or you’ll distract me.”

“Soren,” I begged.

“Patience, my love,” he murmured.

A mild, frustrated growl escaped me, but then I had his lips on me again, even when they weren’t surrounding my cock. Instead, he’d kissed my chest, licked over a nipple, and sank his fangs into my flesh, dragging a low groan from me.

I tipped my head back, my body aching, chasing the feeling, chasing him. My cock throbbed as his bite took me higher in ecstasy and had me practically vibrating with the need to come.

But he quickly withdrew and licked over it. I let out a sound of disappointment, which made him chuckle.