The Perfect Mate (Enduring Kiss)

by Black, C. E.

  When he licked my pulse point I couldn’t contain my gasp. Then he struck. When his fangs penetrated my neck there was a small pain almost like a pin prick but then pleasure replaced the pain. It was a tranquil feeling, almost like floating. Then something changed from the normal routine. The soft, relaxing pleasure turned to something more, deeper, sharper than before. My breath started coming faster and faster as a pressure built inside me. I’d never felt anything like this before. I was tingling all over. I wanted it to continue and stop at the same time. The pressure had to go somewhere didn’t it?

  Lucas tightened his hold on me as he drew my blood into his mouth. His fingers in my hair were almost painfully clinched and I moaned my approval. The arm at my waist pressed me against his hard body as close as he could get. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I reached up to hold on to his shoulders. I needed something, but I just didn’t know what. My legs started to shake barely holding me up. It felt so good. Then his hand at my back moved to my buttocks and caressed me, squeezing slightly and I lost it. The pressure erupted and I never wanted it to stop. I screamed out my pleasure gripping, Lucas tightly, digging my nails into his shoulders.

  I fell against Lucas in a boneless heap trembling. I tried to catch my breath while he held me, rubbing my back in soothing circles. I felt him lick my neck, cleaning and healing the wound. I shivered again and his arms tighten around me. Then one hand found the hem of my pajama top. He slid his hand under the shirt to stroke the skin on my back. I closed my eyes and hummed with sated bliss. He moved his hand to my waist and I froze. So did he. He caressed up to my rib cage and I stumbled back looking away. I did not want to see the disgust for my body on his face.

  Then what just happened hit me like a ton of bricks. That was not professional. I didn’t know what that was but embarrassing heat flooded my face as I looked back at the vampire. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye so I stared straight at his chest. That wasn’t much better. All I could think about was the feel of his shoulders under my hands. I wanted to touch him again. I shook the thought away. “I am so sorry Master. I don’t know what happened. I... I….” I was at a loss for words. Then I swayed, feeling light headed as black spots danced in my vision. “Oh,” I said putting a hand to my head.

  Lucas stood and gripped my arm to steady me. “I think I took too much blood, I’m sorry. Lay down and the dizziness should pass shortly.”

  He led me to the bed and helped me lie down, pulling the quilt over me. I closed my eyes not just because of the light headedness, but also in humiliation. Did all that noise come from me? Whatever it was, was so intense I couldn’t help myself. I was suddenly so tired that after only two strokes of his hand in my hair I was falling into a blissful, nightmare free sleep. The last thing I heard was Lucas’s soft voice. “Sleep my love.” At least that’s what I thought he said. Maybe just wishful thinking, I thought before drifting off.

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