The Darkest Song (The Eternal Darkness Duet #1)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

I dreamed of Julian that night. Of his dark eyes and his sexy mouth. I was lying on the bed and he was kneeling over me. His fingers were inside of me, teasing me, and I arched my hips off the bed, crying his name as I came apart.

A loud bang woke me, and I shot up in bed. My bedroom door was still shaking from being flung against the wall, and Julian stood in the doorway, his fangs descended. I shrieked and scuttled back against the headboard.

His eyes swept the room before landing on me.

“You screamed.” He stepped into the room and started walking towards the bed. His fingers were curled, and I saw claws at their tips.

“No.” I shook my head quickly.

He stopped walking and inhaled deeply. His lips parted. He knew.

“ You screamed my name,” he said softly, coming to stand at the edge of the bed.

“I had a nightmare,” I lied. “I was scared.”

He inhaled again, and a wicked smile spread across his face. “You don’t smell scared.”

I squeezed my thighs together, and his eyes fell to my lap. He grabbed the edge of the sheet and slowly pulled it off of me. He stood there, looking down at my body, and his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. I felt my own breath quicken in response, and I shifted on the bed, fighting the urge to spread my legs for him.

His hands fisted at his sides. “Tell me to stay,” he said, his voice rough.

My heart was pounding. I wanted him to stay. “Leave.”

For a moment I thought he’d refuse. He stared at me, the muscle in his jaw ticking. Then he turned to go.

“ Stay. ” My voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it. His body tensed and he slowly turned back around. I knew then I was in trouble.

In one smooth motion, he grabbed my hips and pulled me away from the headboard so that I was laying across the bed. He climbed up over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head, and lowered his mouth to mine. He parted my lips with his tongue, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down against me, needing to feel his body. I arched against him, and he cupped my breast with his hand, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple.

He broke our kiss and sat back long enough to pull my camisole over my head, then he lowered his mouth to my breast. He took my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and I moaned, grabbing his head to hold him close. He pulled back, and I whimpered in protest, but he was only moving to my other breast. He nipped at my nipple with his teeth and I cried out. I felt dizzy with lust.

“I want you now,” I panted, reaching for his shorts.

“Mmmm,” he growled against my nipple. “So impatient.” He sat up once more to pull my underwear off, and I took advantage of his upright position to yank his shorts down. My eyes widened at the sight of his erection, then flew to his. His lips slowly curved. He knew what he was packing.

He tossed my underwear over his shoulder and leaned back down, pushing me back against the mattress once more. He kissed me again and began to move against me, sliding his length against my wetness. And god I was wet. I bent my knees, lifting them, wanting him inside of me. I could feel his lips move against mine, and I knew he was smiling.

“Not yet,” he murmured against my mouth. He kissed his way down my neck, and I turned my head to the side, hoping he would bite me. He growled again. “So tempting.” He moved lower, teasing my nipples for a moment before continuing down my body.

Fuck yes. I closed my eyes, ready for what I knew was coming. He kissed his way down my stomach, stopping to lick my navel.

“Julian,” I breathed, wanting more.

“I love hearing my name on your lips,” he whispered against my skin. “I want you to say it when I make you come.” He lowered his head further and wrapped his powerful hands around my thighs. He inhaled deeply and when he exhaled I could feel his breath on my clit. Then I felt his tongue.

I moaned loudly at his first touch. I was so aroused I felt like I was already about to come. He ran his tongue down my center, then back up, circling my clit.

“Fuck,” I breathed, fisting my hands in his hair, holding him where I wanted him.

He dipped lower and pushed his tongue inside of me, groaning as he did, and I gasped and arched off the bed. He gripped my thighs tighter, holding me in place, and swirled his tongue around my clit. Small circles that drove me insane.

“Don’t stop!” I gasped. I was breathing so hard I could barely speak. He lifted his head, and I cried out in protest.

“I want to be inside of you when I make you come for the first time.” He moved up, positioning himself, and looked into my eyes as he slowly slid into me.

“Fuuuuck.” I moaned, feeling him stretch me.

His lips curved. He knew what he was doing to me. He moved slowly, sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in, making me gasp with every thrust. It was a lot to take, but I wanted more.

“Faster,” I breathed, digging my finger into his hips. “Faster.”

He obeyed, quickening his pace until I could take no more.

I cried his name when I came, my body tightening around his cock. I felt his teeth pierce my neck, and I cried out again. Stars exploded behind my eyelids as my senses spun out of control. I could hear my blood rushing through his veins. Everywhere our bodies touched, my nerve endings were vibrating with pleasure, and my pussy continued to clench around him from an orgasm that seemed to have no end. Just when I thought I could take no more he stiffened and moaned against my neck.

He retracted his fangs and licked the wounds on my neck. I lay beneath him, panting, feeling dazed. He kissed my mouth and I could taste my blood. Slowly he slid out of me, his movement making me quiver again. I looked up at him, not knowing what to say. What was there I possibly could say?

He looked at me with an intensity that took my breath away. “You belong to me,” he whispered harshly.

“Yes.” In that moment I did belong to him. And he belonged to me.