Heartbitten (A New Adult Vampire Romance Novel) (19 page)

His hands moved over her back, kneading, caressing. Every muscle in her melted under the pressure and the stream of the hot water. God, it felt so good.

He moved his fingers to her front, cupping her breasts. His fingers were slick and soapy, sliding over her nipples. She gasped as he pinched one slightly, the way he’d done before.

A monster. No. Not a monster. Something different. Something strange, yes, but not monstrous. Nothing that felt this good could be monstrous.

“Relax,” Robb said. “Relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“How will you know?” she murmured, a slow smile on her lips.

“I can feel your pulse,” Robb said. “Also, I have no doubt you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.” He chuckled.

“Don’t stop,” she said. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. His chest pressed against her back, hard and unyielding. He was beginning to stir, and it scared her just a little to think of how big he was.

Then his hands were moving down, down, between her thighs. Touching her
there
.

A cry escaped her lips. Hot water ran down her chest, streams of it, but all she could feel was the touch of his fingertips sliding in slow hot circles around her down there.

His lips moved and touched her ear, then just below, on her neck. She could feel the tension in his grasp, the restraint, how he was holding back. The ache inside of her was close to bursting.

“You can bite me,” she whispered. As soon as she said it, it scared her. “Just a little.”

Robb paused, his lips still soft against her skin.

“We don’t have to—”

“I want to see how it feels. Please.” She leaned her head to one side, opening herself up to his touch. “Just a little.”

“Just a little, then,” he said. His fingers moved and slipped into her, continuing to stroke her slick, vulnerable skin. Her hips began to move forward and back slightly with the rhythm of his hand. He nuzzled her neck and the hard edge of his teeth dragged across the surface of her skin, testing her. She moaned, her hips pressing back against him. He was beginning to grow hard. She wished she would do it already. Oh, lord, she wanted to know what it was like, now that she knew what it was. She was on a roller coaster that was climbing slowly, oh so slowly, to the top, and she felt the dizzying sensation of being about to drop down into the empty air.

“Now?” he asked, so softly that the dripping water on the tile was louder, and so was his heartbeat. She nodded, gasping a yes that she wasn’t sure he would hear.

He heard.

His teeth bit down and her world exploded in brightness. One of his arms was wrapped around her chest and she held onto it for dear life. Everything was spinning and dizzy and then she found herself swept away into hot bright sensation. Her fingers clutched his arm.

Robb leaned back and lifted her up slightly from the ground. Then she was rocking on his hand, her toes
dragging lightly on the shower tile, almost all of her weight concentrated in that one spot that radiated desire through her body. Rocking in a rhythm, back and forth, back and forth. The pressure was indescribably delicious and she couldn’t keep herself from groaning. Oh, the ache. Oh, the wonderful ache of desire!

He was hard against her back and she pressed backwards against him, wanting him so badly. He slid over the crease just below her lower back.

“Not yet,” Robb said. “Not just yet. We’ll get to that soon. Not tonight.”

“More,” she gasped. “Please. Oh god, Robb, I need it, please, oh please—”

He bit down harder and she felt the ground fall away from her feet. Steam billowed around them, and she was in a cloud and then she closed her eyes. Everything went red and dark and wonderful and she rocked into his hand and he met her and there was only the pressure of him and his fingers inside of her and against her and oh god, oh god,
oh god
—

Something inside of her shattered in ecstasy and she was shaking, shaking and crying against him for something she’d never knew existed. He held her tight against his chest and she shuddered and shuddered again in ecstasy. She could barely hear his sigh but then he joined her and she felt his hot seed explode against her back, his hard length shivering and his voice
moaning her name in her ear. The moan sent her shuddering again in another wave of climax, again and again until she was breathless and panting.

He set her back on her feet but she could not stand by herself. He turned her and she held onto his arms gratefully as he helped her regain her balance. He had her pressed against his chest and he kissed the top of her head and held her until she found her senses again.

“What did I tell you?” Robb said, his voice teasing, admonishing. “You’ll swoon if you stand so close to me.”

“Then let’s go lie down,” Liz said, a smile twisting on her face as she tugged Robb out of the shower. “And we’ll see if it happens again.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Robb lay in bed, watching the sun come up. In the dimness of the morning he could still see Liz, her curves silhouetted against the lights of London. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him, resting his lips on her skin.

Her pulse beat tenderly against his body. Her blood ran hot and sweet just under her skin. Against his own chest he felt her lungs expand and contract, her breaths entering and leaving in turn. All of her body working unconsciously to keep her alive.

Alive. He was holding a precious gift, he knew. There was something so fragile about the girl he held in his arms, so perfect and beautiful and fragile that he nearly wept with the agony of it. He would lose her. She would go, as all the others had gone, leaving him to survive alone. He pressed his forehead against her back and choked back a sob.

Liz stirred in her sleep and then took his arm, pulling it back around her to nestle against.

"You 'wake?" she murmured sleepily.

"Just thinking," Robb said.

"About what?"

"About everything. About you. You and me."

"Go back to sleep," Liz said, turning and planting a soft but firm kiss on his lips, then rolling back over. Her back was warm against his chest. "We can talk about it over breakfast."

"We're having breakfast together?" Robb asked.

"Yes," Liz said. "You're making me chocolate chip pancakes."

"That's right," Robb said, grinning as he buried his face into the dark waves of her hair. "I almost forgot."

"You didn't forget the chocolate chips, did you? Tell me you didn't forget them."

"Ma'am, I would never." Robb kissed the back of Liz's head.

A minute passed.

Robb kissed the nape of Liz's neck, nuzzling her until she wriggled again, the soft line of her thighs that led down to her waist. These lines he traced with the palm of his hand, feeling the weight of the body behind them. The curve of her backside pressed firmly against his aroused groin.

"I love your head," he whispered. "Your beautiful, intelligent, chocolate-chip loving head."

"Go to sleep," Liz said. "I'm dreaming."

"About what?" Robb whispered in her ear. Liz turned and looked at Robb. Her dark eyes were framed with black lashes, and they blinked once, slowly.

Liz leaned to press her nose against his and when she spoke, her eyes were already halfway shut.

"About...pancakes."

Then she was asleep again on his arm, and he needed his arm to make pancakes. She was too beautiful to wake. He had to wake her. He lay there next to her for a long while, enjoying the sun's slow crawl across the bed, before getting up to start breakfast.

The End

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