“See?” I said at last, when I couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m fine.”
“Actually, you are not.” He sounded regretful—maybe even upset. “I have marked you, Addison and for that I must ask your forgiveness.”
“It’s all right,” I said uneasily. “Just…let me go home and we’ll call it even.”
“I cannot even consider letting you go home like this. I must heal you.”
“No, you don’t have to. Really, you don—”
The words died on my lips when I felt a soft, hot kiss pressed to the stinging skin of the tender undercurve of my right buttock.
“Corbin?” I whispered. I was almost unable to speak at all, I was feeling so short of breath. “Corbin, please don’t.”
“Why not?” He kissed me again, this time in a different spot. “Why should I not heal you?” His voice had dropped to a soft, sensual growl I could feel vibrating through my entire body as he continued to kiss me.
“Be-because,” I stuttered, trying to think of a good reason. But my brain seemed to have taken a vacation and left my body in charge. I could feel the warm, sexual tingling that always seemed to accompany his healing touch circulating through me. But this time he was healing a much more intimate area and I couldn’t help reacting to him.
“I never meant to hurt you,” Corbin murmured as he continued the slow, soft, hot kisses that were driving me crazy. “Never meant to mark your delicate body—you have to believe that, Addison.”
“I…I believe it,” I assured him, shifting uneasily. God, was this ever going to end? Earlier when he had kissed my thigh and panties before biting me I had thought I might melt with lust. Now I knew I was going to. I could feel my pussy getting embarrassingly wet again and my nipples felt tight and sensitive.
Finally, when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, Corbin stopped.
“Very good,” he murmured and I bit my lip as he stroked my ass gently with one large, warm hand as though admiring his handiwork. “For the outside, at least.”
My heart started jack-hammering in my chest. “What do you mean…the outside?” I asked.
“Exactly what I said—the outside of your buttocks are healed. “Now I need to look at the inside—your inner thighs. Get up on your hands and knees for me.”
“You didn’t hit me there,” I protested. “I feel fine now—better than fine. You should just let me go home.”
“Not until I’m sure every bit of you is healed.” He sounded like he was frowning. “Now are you going to get on your hands and knees for me, Addison, or do I have to put you into the position myself?”
“Corbin—” I started to protest but he was already moving me, pulling me up onto my hands and knees, getting me into position like a life-sized doll. Only dolls don’t swear at you.
“Such language,” he said mildly when I let loose. “Come now, Addison, there’s no need to be so upset. This won’t take long.”
I hoped he was right. I was in the position he wanted but I made sure to keep my thighs together as I waited for him to look at me. I was ashamed to admit that I didn’t want him to see how his healing had affected me. Didn’t want him to know that I was wet and hot and achy for him. But Corbin clearly had other ideas. His big, warm hands stroked over my bare ass and down the backs of my thighs.
“Open for me,” he murmured.
“No.” I kept my legs stubbornly closed.
“Addison…” There was a warning note in his deep voice. “I will not let you go home until I see all of you. Open for me now.”
“And if I do…you’ll let me go home?” I wished my voice wasn’t quite so breathy.
“As soon as I heal you, yes.” His hand stroked over my sensitive skin again. “Come, darling, you know I won’t hurt you.”
“Fine. But I don’t…don’t need any healing.” Finally I parted my thighs though I was biting my lip with embarrassment as I did so.
“I will be the judge of that,” Corbin murmured. Then I felt him lean closer to me again, felt his breath warm and intimate against my exposed pussy. I waited for him to touch me some more or to say something but he was silent.
“Corbin?” I asked at last. “I’m, uh, feeling kind of exposed here. Can I please just go?”
“Not until I heal you. Here…and here.” I felt his long fingers brush over my outer pussy lips and had to bite back a moan.
“No, ab-absolutely not.” I said, stumbling over the words. “I can’t let you, um, kiss me there.”
“Of course you can. But I think it will be easier to reach you if you’re on your back.”
Before I could protest, he had flipped me over again and pulled me to the edge of the bed so that my calves were hanging over the side.
“Corbin!” I exclaimed, but he was already kneeling between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me wide. “Stop this—I’m not hurt there!”
“Yes, you are. Look.” One long finger traced my outer pussy lips again, which did look a little puffy and red. Could his hand have landed there while I was struggling? Even if it did, this is not a good place to let him put his mouth.
I looked at Corbin. His fangs were out but there was also a look of contrition in his eyes.
“So soft and sweet,” he murmured, nuzzling his slightly scratchy cheek against my inner thigh. “So delicate. I have to heal you, Addison. Please.”
“Well…” I bit my lip. “All right but just…just heal me and then let me go.”
“We shall see.” Leaning forward, he placed a hot, open mouthed kiss on the right side of my pussy. I clenched my hands in the green and gold bedspread and tried not to jump as the sexual tingle of his healing magic went to work on me. Corbin kissed the left side too, taking his time, being extremely thorough. Then he went back to the right side and then the left…
“Corbin…” I muttered through clenched teeth. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. My pussy felt hot and wet and swollen and my clit was throbbing with need, yet he was only kissing my outer lips. God, I was going crazy.
At last he looked up and this time the remorse in his eyes had been replaced by lust.
“You’re very wet, Addison,” he murmured, spreading my pussy with his thumbs. The motion exposed my slippery folds, my pink inner pussy glistening with my juices as though to illustrate his point.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “I…I can’t help it.”
“I can’t help it either.” His eyes glowed almost silver in the dim light. “I need to taste you.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You don’t mean my blood, do you?”
“You know I don't. I need to taste your pussy. Need to lick your sweet little cunt until you come for me.”
I was torn between lust and fear. It wasn’t that I’d never had a man go down on me before—it had been one of the favorite activities of the guy I’d been sure I was going to marry in grad school. He wasn’t very good at it, or else, maybe I just wasn’t that into it, but that was beside the point. To let a vampire do it—that was skirting dangerously close to pretty scary territory. Letting Corbin kiss me and heal me was all well and good. Taking things a step further was something else—especially if something happened to trigger his bloodlust as he was tasting me. If Corbin’s control snapped, I was dead meat. I had seen the gory results of vampire/human sex that had started with much less erotic scenarios than the one we were currently enacting, at least to hear witnesses tell it.
Vamps were able to control themselves through the most elaborate glam-sex fantasy and, as long as the sex was purely mental, there was no problem. But once you got the other senses involved—especially scent and taste—things were likely to go south in a hurry. Fuck-lust and bloodlust is a lethal combination—lethal for the human involved, anyway. What Corbin was asking me was tantamount to sticking my hand—or some other very sensitive part of my anatomy—into a lion’s mouth and hoping the lion would rather lick than bite.
Besides, hadn’t I already sworn to myself in this very r
oom that I would never put myself in this position again?
“Corbin, after what almost happened last time…”
“Last time I was thirsty but tonight I have already had your blood. My bloodlust is satiated and well in control.”
I looked at him uncertainly. His eyes were filled with desire, the pupils dilated to a drowning black and his mouth was half parted to show those sharp, deadly fangs. Frankly, he looked hot. Hot and extremely dangerous.
“But I can’t…I’m not able to, uh, finish that way,” I said, still trying to think of an excuse.
“I can make you come, Addison. I need to make you come.” His voice was a soft growl.
“Oh,” I whispered. His words seemed to make my whole body tighten and I felt like I was blushing everywhere. “But—”
Corbin didn’t let me finish. He leaned forward and captured my mouth. The kiss he gave me was gentle but urgent. His fangs scraped lightly against my tongue but never drew blood. Finally he drew back and looked me in the eyes.
“Trust me,” he breathed, so softly I could barely hear him.
It was crazy and wrong but I couldn’t help myself. It had been a very long time since I’d last had sex and the orgasm he’d given me the night before only seemed to whet my appetite for more.
“All right,” I whispered at last, searching his eyes with my own. “Just don’t hurt me.”
“Never.” He laid me back on the bed and propped a pillow under my ass, elevating me and making me feel extremely exposed. Then he positioned himself between my spread thighs and took a long moment just looking at me again.
I understood he was probably trying to calm and center himself but I was beginning to feel embarrassed all over again when he finally leaned down and pressed an almost chaste kiss to the top of my mound. Then he locked his arms around my thighs, holding me open for him, and took a long, slow taste of my pussy.
“God.” I moaned. Despite the pleasure he’d given me with his fingers the night before, it was nothing compared to the feel of his tongue. His mouth was warm and wet and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, unlike a few other guys I’d been with. You know the kind—who only go down if they think they have to or they’re going to get something in return? It wasn’t like that with Corbin. It was as though he was sampling a fine vintage of wine and loving every minute of it. Of course, I was pretty sure he was getting off on my reaction too because his eyes never left mine as he continued those long, slow licks.
“Do you like it when I taste you? Do you like spreading your pussy for my tongue?” Corbin murmured, keeping me pinned with his penetrating gaze. Between the dirty talk, he continued to lick me as though I was his favorite flavor of ice cream. I shivered uncontrollably as a new wave of desire swept through me. His mouth was hot and hungry and his tongue was extremely talented.
“Corbin,” I gasped, “Please.”
“You taste so good, Addison. So sweet. So soft and creamy under my tongue. I can never get enough of you.”
I moaned as he licked me again, this time paying special attention to my clit. The tip of his tongue danced around it and then he sucked it into his mouth for a special session of erotic torture. I was already incredibly sensitive from the way he’d healed earlier and I almost felt like I could tilt over the edge again immediately. But then Corbin stopped, holding me off.
I groaned in frustration and reached down to bury my hands in his thick, blond hair. “Why did you stop? You’re driving me crazy.”
“I am taking things slowly.” His eyes flashed as he looked up at me from his position between my thighs. “It has been a long, long time since I have felt the intensity of desire that you cause in me, my darling.”
I understood that he was holding himself back, trying to be careful. But at the same time his gentle approach to going down on me was driving me out of my mind.
“It’s all right,” I told him breathlessly. “You…you’re not hurting me. I can barely even feel your fangs.”
“Because I am doing my best not to draw blood.” He leaned down and rubbed his cheek against my leg, making me moan again. The dark blond stubble on his jaw scratched the tender skin of my inner thigh in just the right way, sending sparks of excitement through my entire body.
“Please, Corbin, I trust you,” I whispered, stroking his hair. “Please, I need…I need to come.”
His eyes flashed again, this time with lust. “You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that. And to hear you call my name when you come.”
“I’ll say it again and again if you want,” I told him, my need completely overcoming my fear. “Just, please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he growled softly. “I won’t stop until I feel you coming for me, Addison.” Then he leaned down and pressed his mouth to my open pussy, enveloping me in his heat as he penetrated me with his tongue.
I moaned and arched up to meet him. The feel of his tongue inside me, filling me, fucking me, was incredible but I needed more direct stimulation to reach the peak. Corbin seemed to realize that because he moved back up and sucked my clit into his mouth again. At the same time, two long, strong fingers took the place of his tongue and then he was thrusting deep inside me as he sucked and licked my pussy, making me crazy, making me come for him.
“Corbin,” I gasped, as what felt like a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me. “God, Corbin, yes!”
I felt his growl of lust through my entire body as he pressed even harder against me, his fangs two sharp points bracketing my clit as he lapped and sucked and fingerfucked me over the edge. The pleasure was enormous—intense—and for a long, long moment I lost myself in it completely.
I forgot that what I was doing was dangerous and illegal and that I had told myself I didn’t even like the man who I was doing it with. I even forgot that Corbin was a vampire, someone I could never really have a relationship with—I just wanted to feel close to him, to let the seductive power of the pleasure he gave me erase everything else but the two of us together as he made me come.
But at last the pleasure ebbed and I lay there panting, my hands still buried in his hair. Corbin looked up at me, a little smile on his sensual mouth.
“Delicious,” he murmured. Slowly and deliberately, he licked his lips.
“I’m glad you think so.” I could feel myself blushing. “I didn’t…I’ve never been able to, uh, come like that.”
“It has to be done properly and by one who truly enjoys it.” He kissed my inner thigh. “And it helps that as a vampire, I don’t really have to breathe and my jaw never gets tired.”
“Right.” I gave a little laugh. “You could probably go on all night like this, couldn’t you?”
“Why?” His eyes gleamed. “Would you like me to? Are you ready to come again, Addison?”
I bit my lip, feeling suddenly nervous. “I…I don’t think so. I’m surprised you were able to make me, uh, come that way in the first place.”
“It wasn’t all my doing,” he murmured, giving me a little smile. “You had to trust me enough to lose control.”
I sighed. “Yes, well, you’re certainly good at making me do that. I can’t believe I let you, uh, do that, after what almost happened last night. I promised myself I’d never get into this situation again.”
Corbin got up on the bed with me. I scooted over to make room for him.
“The most difficult promises to keep are the ones we make to ourselves,” he murmured, turning on his side to face me. “Tell me, Addison, are you tempted to break any more promises?”
“What kind of promises?” I shifted uneasily. We were lying face to face in bed now and our conversation felt strangely like pillow talk. And as weird as it was to be having pillow talk with a vampire, it felt oddly right too in a way I couldn’t explain.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Corbin trailed one long finger over my shoulder and down the curve of my waist, making me shiver. “Promises about who you will love, perhaps. Who you will trust with your heart.”
/> “Corbin…” My shoulders got tight and I felt the throbbing behind my eyes that signaled a tension headache coming on. We couldn’t talk about this now—we just couldn’t.
“Addison,” he mocked lightly, returning my frustrated frown with a little half smile. “We do not have to speak of it now if you don’t wish but I want you to think about something: I saw into you when your shields were down. I know that you care for me much more than you want to admit.”
“That’s…not true,” I whispered. “I hardly know you.”
“You know me in ways no other has in centuries,” he murmured seriously. “You know me well enough to trust me.”
“Not true.” I shook my head.
“Oh, yes.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “If you do not trust me, why did you allow me to glamour you? If you do not trust me, why were you able to come so sweetly while I lapped your soft little cunt?”
His hot, dirty words made me blush and squirm. I was desperate to change the subject.
“Speaking of you glamouring me,” I said, looking away. “Who was that girl I saw in your mind? The one with hair like mine holding the baby and crying?”
Corbin looked suddenly serious. “Ah, her.” He sat up swiftly and drew his legs up. He rested one arm on his knees and looked into the fireplace across the room. There was no fire in it tonight, only some glowing embers. I thought he looked sad.
“Yes, ‘her,’” I said, sitting up as well. Now that I had broached the subject, I found I really wanted to hear what he had to say about it.
Corbin sighed and then was silent for a long time. Just as I was about to give up on getting the story out of him, he spoke.
“She was my wife—for a little time, anyway. We were married less than a year before I was born to darkness.”
“Oh?” I frowned. “And how did that happen?”
“I did not volunteer for it, I can tell you that,” Corbin said grimly. “She who made me passed through my part of the world and took a liking to me. She did not care that I had a young, lovely wife I was desperately in love with. She wanted to kill Janet but I wouldn’t let her—well, I begged her not to, anyway. I was only a fledgling, all I could do was beg. Finally she agreed to let Janet live.”