Enraptured (35 page)

“I love it!” she cried.

“And you haven’t seen the tub yet.”

Paige followed him through the first room
that she could only describe as the sitting room. It had an
assortment of deep red sofas arranged on a gleaming, oak hardwood
floor. Ian kept hold of her hand as he flicked on the light switch
in the bedroom. She hadn’t known they could make beds as big as the
one facing her right now. Ian would fit comfortably on it;
five
Ian’s could sleep comfortably on it.

She was still reeling at the massive bed
when Ian turned on the light to the bathroom across the way. She
wondered if it was possible for a human’s,
no
a vampire’s
jaw to become unhinged because she was certain hers almost hit the
floor. The bathtub across from her could be considered a small pool
or an oversized Jacuzzi.

“Tired?” he asked as he ran his hands over
the marble of the tub. What those hands could do… Every bit of
exhaustion she’d been feeling fled at the prospect of crawling into
that tub with him. A smile curved his mouth as he turned the water
on before gliding across the room toward her.

The feel of his hands on her hips seared
through her clothes to heat her flesh. “Not really,” she managed to
get out.

She loved his smile, she decided as he bent
his head and kissed her tenderly. His hands slid down over her
ribcage to grab hold of the bottom of her shirt. Her heart rate
escalated, her pulse pounded in her ears. He hadn’t undressed her
yet, and she felt as turned on as the lights over them. Lifting her
arms, she reveled in the sensation of her clothes sliding over her
hypersensitive skin.

The irresistible urge to scream built in her
throat as he trailed a single finger down her chest, over the
center of her bra and further over her stomach. The simple touch of
his finger caused her to become wet as a growing pressure began to
build within her. She reached for him, needing him inside of her
already, needing the release only his body could give her.

He grabbed hold of her hand before she could
touch him and pressed a kiss against her palm. Shaking his head,
his eyes glimmered with amusement as he used his massive body to
push her back a step. Waves of heat from the water filling the tub
curled up her back, steam drifted up around them.

He stretched around her to turn the water
off. She pressed her chest more firmly against his; her breath
catching in her throat as the enticing scent of him filled her
nose. The pulse of his blood flowing through him beat against her
ears. His vein, only inches away from her lips, caused her mouth to
water.

“Which hunger do you plan to fulfill first?”
he murmured as his head turned toward hers. His azure eyes filled
her vision. The musky scent of sex oozing from his pores made the
answer to his question very easy to decide.

Her fingers wrapped around his biceps; she
held onto him as his hands skimmed over her ribcage. The steam
against her back had nothing on the heat of his body as his fingers
unclasped her bra. Her breasts heaved; her nipples puckered as the
cool air brushed over her exposed flesh.

Slowly, he bent his head and ran his tongue
over her collarbone before he began to move steadily lower. A moan
escaped her when he took her taut nipple into his mouth and
leisurely ran his tongue over it. Her hands wrapped around his
head; she held him against her as her hips thrust forward.

A rumble of pleasure escaped him when she
rubbed invitingly against his groin. The friction of their bodies
caused his hardened dick to strain against his jeans. Seizing hold
of her hips, he walked her backward toward the marble vanity across
the way. Steam from the bath had fogged the mirror, but not enough
that he couldn’t see their reflection in the glass.

With her back pressed against the vanity, he
undid the button of her jeans and slid them down her slender thighs
and muscular calves. He tugged her jeans and panties over her feet
before wrapping his hands around her calves. A gasp escaped her
when he began to leisurely kiss his way back up her leg. Nipping at
her flesh, he ran his tongue over the small drops of blood forming
on her creamy skin, sealing the bites as soon as he made them. Her
breath came in rapid pants; her hands wrapped around the edge of
the marble as her head tipped back and a moan escaped her.

Pushing her legs further apart, he kissed
his way up her slender thigh before pressing his mouth against her
center. Her body jerked; her astonishment drifted through the bond
connecting them. A growl of possession escaped him when he realized
she’d never been tasted before. He’d have her unable to stand and
begging for the more by the time he was done with her.

Grabbing hold of her ass, he pulled her more
firmly against his mouth. His tongue delved in to savor the wetness
and her delicious heat. She tasted of sex, and him, a heady
combination he found impossible to resist. He plunged his tongue
deeper into her as his thumb rubbed over her clitoris. Her legs
began to shake and her breath coming in rapid pants as small cries
escaped her. Her hands entangled in his hair; her thighs pressed
against his head.

Her ecstasy beat against him as he stroked
her higher and higher. He nipped at her and his fangs piercing her
flesh for a brief moment before his tongue licked away the blood
and closed the wound. This pain and pleasure sensation had her
squirming against him; her hands tugged at his hair as he pushed
her toward the brink of impending orgasm.

With one more nip, he swirled his tongue
over her before pulling away. Her displeasure beat against his
mind; he couldn’t hide his amusement from her or his desperate need
to be buried within her. To feel her muscles contracting around
him, draining him and calming him in a way only she could.

A small groan of disappointment escaped her.
Before reality could crash fully over her, he spun her around. Her
eyes flew open to meet his in the clouded mirror. His gaze held
hers as he undid his jeans and swiftly pulled them off. Paige’s
mind spun; her body quaked with its need for release. She was still
trying to get control of her body when he nudged her legs further
apart and stepped in between them. His cock pressed against her,
but he didn’t plunge into her, didn’t ease her torment as he
continued to rub and tease her.

Paige groaned; she pushed more demandingly
against him, but he still didn’t give her what she so desperately
craved. His eyes met and held hers in the glass. Deliberately, he
finally slid into her inch by thick, filling inch. A moan escaped
her and her hand pressed against the mirror as she braced herself.
Her hand wiped away the steam; leaving a streak behind on the
surface. She shuddered when he sank deep within her, stretching and
filling her completely.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing
against her back as the massive size of him covered her. His heated
breath tickled her neck; his fangs grazed over her flesh as he
taunted her further, but didn’t bite deep. She tried to close her
eyes, to lose herself to the rhythm of their bodies, but his gaze
wouldn’t let her look away.

“What do you want, Paige?” His tongue ran
over her ear as he asked the question.

She had no idea how to answer that or what
answer he sought from her. “I… I don’t know.”

Her fingers curled into the glass and marble
when he thrust forward, and went still within her. “Do you want me
to make you cum?” His husky tone and thrilling words made her body
tighten. He dipped one hand between her thighs to rub tantalizingly
against her clit while the other hand clasped her breast. “To make
you scream and beg for more?”

“Yes.” The word came out as more of a
whimper, but what he was doing with his hands should be
illegal.

“Or would you prefer if I tasted you?”

A cry escaped her as his fangs brushed her
neck, but still didn’t pierce her flesh. The pressure building
within her made her long to scream. She found she couldn’t make any
sound as he withdrew from her and drove slowly into her again.
“Tell me what you want or I’ll keep you panting for more all
night,” he whispered against her neck.

“All of it,” she moaned as his fingers
continued their magic, and her knees began to tremble.

Ian relished in dragging this out and
listening to her pants and moans, but he could feel his own control
coming to a breaking point as her muscles compressed around him
when he drove into her again. He rubbed her pert nipple between his
fingers. This time when he ran his fangs over her flesh again, he
left a trail of blood behind that he licked away with his tongue.
Her eyes dilated as she watched him; her heart rate
accelerated.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he
murmured.

“Yes!” she cried.

An arrogant smile curved his mouth before he
thrust into her once more. “Tell me what it feels like to have me
inside of you. Describe it to me.”

She could barely process a thought, never
mind understand his question. “What it feels like?” she
whimpered.

His breath tickled her flesh; his lips
rested against her ear. “What it feels like to have me inside of
you.”

A lump formed in her throat; she didn’t know
how to respond to him. How could she possibly describe this
overwhelming sensation of falling apart and coming together
adequately? She’d never experienced anything like what he made her
feel, but she couldn’t get those words to come out.

“Tell me, Paige,” he commanded. His eyes
became glittering shards of ice in the mirror. “To get what you
want, tell me what it feels like.”

“It feels like you belong,” she finally
managed to gasp out. It wasn’t the sexiest of descriptions, but it
was the truth, and it was all she could think of to say. “Like
you’ve always belonged.”

She saw the snapping within him as red
flashed around his eyes, and his hands stilled on her. A cry
escaped her when he grabbed her hips, spun her around and lifted
her onto the countertop. He slid her ass forward and plunged
himself deeply within her again. A scream of pleasure erupted from
her, but even as her body reacted to the exquisite feel of him
inside of her, his fangs were sinking into her neck. She’d believed
she’d attained her peak before, but she’d been completely wrong. He
was taking her to a whole new level of pleasure and sensation as he
drove relentlessly into her and fed from her with ravenous
abandon.

Her fingers raked at the skin on his back as
she tried to pull him closer to her. The scent of his blood on the
air drove her into a frenzy as she eagerly met each of his
demanding thrusts. She sank her elongated fangs into the thick vein
in his throat. The blood pumping into her mouth and his body
plunging within hers pushed her over the edge. Another cry escaped
her; her legs locked around his waist as the first wave of tremors
shook her. He didn’t relent, didn’t give her time to breathe as he
continued to drive into her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think,
all she could do was feel him and taste him as he filled her.

Withdrawing her fangs from him, her head
fell back and another cry escaped as he released his hold on her
throat. He licked over her flesh, tasting the salt of her sweat and
inhaling the scent of him within her. He’d meant to make it last,
had intended to savor her, but his control was rapidly coming to an
end. Then, with another throaty moan, she came again. The clutch
and pull of her muscles around his dick shattered all of his
control. A shout escaped him as he drove into her once more and
found his release in pulsating waves that left him shaken and
barely able to stand.

Her head fell into the hollow of his throat;
her breath came in rapid pants against his flesh. He continued to
cling to her, keeping himself buried within her as he struggled to
come back to reality. “That’s because I do belong. You’re mine,
Paige.”

Her mouth curved into a contented smile
against his neck. “I’m yours,” she agreed. “And you’re mine.”

“Forever,” he vowed.

Ian wrapped his arms around her. Lifting her
up, he carried her over to the still steaming tub. He placed her
gently into it before sliding in behind her and pulling her against
his chest. “I love you,” she whispered.

He couldn’t help but smile. “I love you
too.”

Paige rubbed at her temples as she stared around the
crowded casino floor. Between the rapid beats of the hearts
surrounding her, the stale stench of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and
the musky scent of lust, she felt as overwhelmed as a kid on their
first day of kindergarten. She didn’t know if she should run away,
curl into a ball, or sink her teeth into the closest person to her.
Ok, maybe not the ones closest to her, a few of them had stringy
hair, sweat stained clothes, and smelled like they’d run a
marathon. She was amazed they got up to use the bathroom. They
definitely weren’t getting up to shower.

On the opposite end of the spectrum were
people dressed in suits and beautiful dresses with their hair
neatly styled. Some of them looked a little hectic, but most of
them were laughing and cheering on their friends. Then there was
the middle of the crowd, people simply content to sit and play
games, socialize with people and laugh and talk in their jeans and
t-shirts. She’d never seen such a vast assortment of people before,
and she knew this was only the tip of the iceberg.

Ian stayed close by her side; his hand in
the hollow of her back as he led her down the narrow pathways
carved through the people and stools lining the slot machines. His
reassuring presence at her side and in her mind helped her to keep
control; she didn’t know if that would last. She took shallow
breaths through her mouth in an attempt to mitigate the aromas
pummeling her.

Ian bent over and whispered in her ear,
“Concentrate on my smell and my heartbeat.”