Free Phoenix Dead (New Adult Dark Romance) (The Vampire Years) by Ann Vremont

head, I twisted my hands free from his grip. “I can't tell you.”
    “You can.”
    When I refused to say anything, he pushed me onto my back and put his hands over my eyes. “What do you see right now, Lee?”
    His heart was racing. I could hear his pulse pounding, feel the spike in this body temperature.
    A lie formed effortlessly in my mind, shaming me with its speed. I was no better than Elliot or Sandy. Shame couldn't stop me. The need was too great.
    “I see teeth,” I answered at last. “Mouths opening, teeth breaking my skin...I want...”
    He drew back, tensing. “Lee, please don't ask me to...I can't hurt you.”
    “Not me.” My whole body flushed. I ran my hands down over his chest and stomach. I pressed my thumbs against the jut of his hips bones, my palms flat against his hips.
    His breathing changed, slowing and deepening. “Lee?”
    I let my fingers answer. I traced them gently across his skin until I came to his cock. Despite his concern, he was already hardening, lengthening beneath my touch.
    I stretched up until my lips were against his ear. “Could you put another one on?”
    He covered my hands with his - his hands on mine, my hands on his cock. I squeezed, gently.
    “Please, Danny.”
    He got up, stumbling and banging his way to the dresser. I watched him fumble with the condom in the dark and then make his way back, arms in front of him. I reached out to him as he approached the bed and guided him onto his back.
    Straddling Danny, I wrapped my hands around his shaft, stroking him until he was rock hard again. It made me wet, feeling him grow in my hand, sensing the other changes in his body as his excitement mushroomed.
    When I was wet enough, I rose up, one palm planted against his chest, the other hand around his erection, holding it in place as I slowly lowered myself onto him.
    He moaned, calling my name. I leaned forward, pushing my breasts hard against his chest. I drew my legs up, pressed them against his sides. Holding him tight within me, I licked a line up his throat.
    I rolled my hips, flexing inside. He arched, exposing his neck and I lowered my mouth to it, kissing him first and then pinching the flesh between my lips. He jerked, and then wrapped his hands around my calves. I ran my lips over his throat, licking the salty flesh while I searched for the pulse of his neck vein.
    He was breathing hard, like a runner - heavy in, heavy out as I teased his cock with subtle rolls and squeezes, tightening and relaxing against him.
    “Fuck, Lee.”
    Yes, fuck. Fuck me. Feed me. I wanted to whisper those words to him, my breath hot against his cheek. I wanted him to know he was giving me life. I couldn't tell him. Not yet. He would only think I was crazy.
    Maybe I was. But I couldn't fight it. Finding where the vein was close to the surface, I pressed my lips to it and gently sucked the flesh into my mouth.
    Holding him like that, I could feel every beat of his heart - in my mouth and in my cunt. I groaned, wanting to bite down, to feel the first jet of warm blood squirt into my mouth.
    Danny wrapped his arms around me, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other hard against the small of my back, keeping my thrusts short.
    I squeezed back, holding him hard in me, my cunt rippling over his shaft.
    “God...Lee.”
    He was close. I could feel it in the pulse beneath my lips, feel it in the tightening of his stomach muscles against mine. He dug his fingers into me, locking me in place.
    I sank my teeth into him.
    Danny froze.
    His mouth against my ear, I felt his lips part, heard him exhale. Blood coated my tongue. I swallowed and my body ignited with a new level of awareness. I could feel the fine hairs on his skin, smell a dozen different scents - the sheets, his hair, his skin, the sharp copper of his blood, the mix of salt and semen from the first time we'd fucked.
    I could feel him coming inside me, feel the jerk of his cock, the pulse of cum. I sucked harder, drawing more of him