Chapter 18

Tony moved his hand to my ass and mimicked my movement while his other hand continued tweaking and tugging my nipple in a way that made my body quake. I needed him inside me! I couldn't take it anymore. The taste of him, the feel of him was more than I could bear.

His knees bent, and he thrust upward. My mouth opened and blood spilled down my chin. My tender clit swelled at the contact of his bruising thrust.

"Do it again!" I begged.

Tony planted his hands on my ass and lifted me.

My legs went around him, and I held on. My eyes focused on the blood running from the holes in his neck, and I couldn't stop myself from planting my lips on his neck again. I lapped at it, the thick liquid coating my tongue until it pooled in my mouth and ran down my throat. "So good …" I muttered. I pushed my hips forward trying to force his thrusts against my clit again and again. I'd never done anything like this. It was as if I was a wild woman—and I didn't care. I'd never been so completely consumed with need, hunger, and sex wrapped into one. I needed to touch him. I dug into his pants and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft.

"Oh fuck …"he growled and spun us, pushing my back against the wall.

I'd never before made sounds like the ones coming from my throat, choking, gurgling growls as I held onto his cock, pulling and grinding against it. Now that he had me braced against the wall, he forced my head away from its death grip on his neck. A growl of disappointment spilled from my lips, but then Tony pushed his hand into the front of my pants.

I didn't need to breathe but I did as I hitched in a ragged breath and allowed my head to roll back to the wall. He palmed my pussy and then thrust two fingers inside of me. I've been finger-fucked before, but it had never felt like this. I cried out as his thick digits worked my pussy as my muscles clenched around them. My hand was still in his pants, and we worked each other rapidly.

"I need to come!" I choked.

He finger-fucked me faster, swiping my clit each time his fingers buried into me.

My grip on his cock tightened and held as my body gave in to the intense buildup.

His mouth opened, and a low growl rumbled from his chest like some wild animal. I felt his sudden swell in my hands, and I knew he was about to come, too. He pumped into my fist rapidly. I looked down at our thrusting hips and moving hands. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, and I could feel my honey releasing and gushing from me just as I felt his hot slick semen all over my hands. His strong grip on me tightened painfully, and my legs locked me in place as we both pumped against each other. The sounds we made were inhuman, primal, and only intensified the pleasure now coursing through me.

I wanted more.

I wanted more blood and more fucking.

I could barely think, and my body couldn't stop spiraling in orgasm. I watched the blood run in slow rivulets down Tony's dark chest, a beautiful contrast of red and ebony. I had tunnel vision, and everything around me began to slowly disappear! My body felt heavy, and I knew why. I forced my eyes to the window. A thin thread of pink could be seen in the night sky. I was still coming … and so was the sun.

Tony staggered as he moved us to the bed, probably sensing the coming dawn as well. He removed his hand from my pants, and the clenching muscles that gripped his fingers spasmed. I felt weak and heavy, and my body protested the loss of him, but only for a second because my tunnel vision closed to a pinpoint. I felt myself falling back as he lowered me to the bed. And then the world was nothing but total blackness.

~*~

I woke up not knowing where I was or what had happened, but my head pounded like a hellafied hangover.

I groaned and froze. I was lying under the covers of an oversized black bed. For a split second I thought the bed was outside sitting on a rooftop, and then I remembered I was looking at a ceiling twinkling with artificial starlight. I was in Tony's bedroom. Last night had been ... wow!

I scrambled to a sitting position and looked down at myself. I was naked from the waist up but was still wearing my pants. I touched my face. No blood there. Someone had cleaned the blood from me and removed my shoes and then draped the comforter over me. I looked around. Tony wasn't in the room.

I felt warm at the memory of last night, and a soft smile spread across my face. What is this? How can I be feeling this man so deeply? I recalled the wild abandon I felt while taking his blood. Drinking blood made me want to … fuck. And I don't mean sex. I wanted to be wild and out of control and to rip and drink. Was this bloodlust? I had done my fair share of dry humping and finger-fucking and mutual masturbation—don't judge me! But dry humping had never been like that before! And if dry humping was like sex, then what would sex be like? I mean the type of sex that is the balls deep kind of fucking that you did when you were truly hot and bothered. I shivered. I was not completely over what had happened, and I was working myself up again.

I flung off the comforter and wondered where Tony was. How could he be up and about so much sooner than me? I climbed out of the bed and pulled on my blouse, slipped on my heels, and ran my hands through my loose hair. I hadn't had to comb my hair since turning into a Vampire. I blew my breath into my cupped hand only to discover that Vampires did have morning breath.

But at least I didn't have to pee.

I used Tony's bathroom to freshen up and headed downstairs to the second level where I heard music. Tony was in his private music room listening to R & B instead of jazz. It wasn't played loudly, but I could hear it clearly. I remembered Tony had mentioned that we were linked to each other and that I wasn't experienced enough to cloak my whereabouts. He had been surprised to learn that I had not detected our link. I tried now.