Free The Seeking Kiss by Eden Bradley

drunk her blood in the Seeking Kiss. She understood it would always be like this.
    She drank and drank. Soon she became more aware of the voices around them, more acutely aware of the lights in the room, of the scents of Hex and Aleron. Of the scents of those around them. She could pick out by scent alone who among the crowd was new, who was ancient, by some level of earthiness that was sweet and sharp in her nostrils.
    Her own body was different, coming alive as though for the first time. She felt her own strength, and had a few moments of fear when she realized it would take some time to learn to control it.
    She was so distracted by these new ideas she didn’t notice for several moments that Hex was swooning.
    “Enough, Nissa,” Aleron told her. “Even from another vampire you can only take so much.”
    “Oh!” She released Hex’s arm, and he fell back against the pillows. Aleron let her go, and she leaned over Hex, concerned. But he was smiling up at her. He reached out to stroke her hair, and she shivered all over. She was full of desire once more.
    “Hex, I need you now .”
    “Yes…”
    Aleron stroked a hand over her shoulder, leaned in and kissed her cheek, then kissed Hex’s lips.
    “I leave you two to each other.”
    Then he was gone and it was just the two of them as Aleron disappeared into the crowd of watching vampires.
    Hex reached for her, pulling her down, until she was lying on his body, skin to skin, every pore alive with desire. His thigh came up between hers.
    “Ah, so wet for me, Nissa.”
    “Always,” she told him with a smile.
    He took her shoulders and rolled over, until he was on top of her, his beautiful body pressed close to hers.
    “Spread for me, Nissa. Let me take you.”
    Her legs opened for him, and he kissed her neck, biting her here and there, every sharp prick of his teeth drawing desire from her body, lighting her up inside. And everything was sharp, crystal clear, as though lit with electricity, with the light of the sun. With love.
    He wrapped his hands around her knees and drew them up high, so that she was wide open to him.
    “Come into me, Hex. I need you.”
    “And I need you. I love you, Nissa.”
    His cock was at the entrance to her sex, pushing softly for a moment against her pussy lips, swollen with need. Then he slid inside, his beautiful cock impaling her, as pleasure drove into her like a sweet-edged knife.
    He began to move in that primal rhythm, pounding into her hard and fast, and she was breathless with sensation. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist, his rigid flesh driving ever harder into her. And as he leaned in and latched onto her neck, drinking from her once more, she lifted her head and bit into the soft flesh of his shoulder, pulling his blood into her mouth.
    Pleasure rose, hot and impossibly sharp, flowing into her veins along with his blood. And he drove into her body even harder, his hips pistoning, hammering into her. Her body spiraled, that first edge of climax hovering—pleasure and smooth skin, soft lips and hot tongue, and the blood beneath it all like some sort of divine nectar.
    She moaned into his shoulder, her mouth releasing him as he released her to rise up on his hands. He gazed into her face, his twisted in beautiful agony.
    “Love you, my Nissa. My Nissa.”
    “Yes, Hex. I am yours. And you are mine.”
    He pumped into her, his cock hard and solid, pleasure pushing deep into her womb, his hands claiming her, holding her shoulders down on the bed.
    Her hips arced to meet his thrusts. And as they moved together, truly together in a way she’d never felt before, her climax rose, crested. And when she shattered, she heard the moans and sighs of all who watched them, their energy feeding her, their pleasure joining hers, Hex’s pleasure twining with her body as he came inside her. And she came apart, falling, blinded by pleasure. By love. By Hex. Her Hex.
    “Love you, my Nissa. Forever and ever.”
    “Yes, Hex. I love you.