Free Beloved Forever by Kit Tunstall Page B

take a deep breath had returned with feeding. Her lips moved hesitantly with his, and she groaned as her pussy clenched, aching for his cock to fill it.
    He continued to explore the recesses of her mouth, while his hands settled on her hips and shifted her down a few inches, to align their pelvises. She lay sprawled across him, with her hands on his chest, and their groins pressed together. Emily stroked the expanse of his chest, relishing the contrast of his cool skin against hers, which now burned with an internal fire. He had little hair to impede the progress of her long, unpolished nails along their journey. He hissed when she raked a nail across his nipple.
    His kisses had grown more passionate, and he nipped her tongue.
    Emily stiffened at the small pain, then felt the urge to retaliate. Before she could, his hand cupped her breast through the T-shirt. She moaned and arched when he rubbed a nipple, creating friction with the lace of her bra. She wanted to feel his fingers on her bare flesh.
    Maybe he guessed, or perhaps he read her mind, because he broke the kiss and pushed her far enough away to remove the shirt. His supple fingers easily navigated the front clasp of her bra, and he pushed it open.
    Emily’s back arched when he cupped her bare breast. She had never felt anything like this. She could feel more than him touching her. She could also sense the way she felt to him. She could feel his pleasure and arousal, mingled with hers. It was almost as if they were one being, not two.
    He pulled her closer and sat up so his mouth was level with her breast. He took one in his mouth and flicked his tongue across the tight bud. His fang grazed the soft skin and sank through, making her wince with a combination of pain and pleasure as he licked the wound. He returned his attention to the nipple, carefully keeping his fangs from the delicate peak.
    She could feel him tremble as he suckled—or was she the one trembling? She wasn’t certain, and she didn’t know if she cared to separate their reactions. She wanted this feeling to last forever.
    Forever. The thought caused her passion-heavy eyes to open wide. She couldn’t spend forever with this man. She didn’t even know him, aside from a couple of dreams, and what she had observed and experienced at his hands. He was cold and cruel. The passion they shared was an illusion. Maybe it was a side effect of the drug he had given her and the beginnings of starvation. She firmly squashed the voice in the back of her mind that denied such excuses.
    She pushed against him, desperate to escape his arms. “Let go.”
    Nicholas raised his head, confusion clouding his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m not doing this. Not with you.” She pushed him again, this time succeeding in getting him to drop his arms. Emily rolled off him and scrambled from the bed to stand several feet away. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me—”
    “I’ve given you eternal life.”
    “I’m not a vampire,” she shouted, stamping her foot. The childishness of her reaction would have bothered her under other circumstances.
    He moved faster than she could follow. One moment, he was lying on the bed. The next, he held her arm in a tight grip and dragged her into the bathroom. He stopped before the mirror and flicked on the light. Nicholas grasped her chin and forced her to face straight ahead. “Look at yourself, with blood smeared across your face. Blood from my last meal, Emily.” He shook her so hard her teeth clacked together. “You are a vampire.”
    She struggled to pull away. She wanted to deny the truth of what he said. She deliberately averted her eyes, because she was unable to look at the evidence of what she had done staining her skin. “I’m not. You’ve done something to me. Twisted my mind with drugs or something. Vampires aren’t real.”
    He pushed her onto the floor and held her with one hand while rummaging through the drawer for something.
    Emily felt stronger than