Demon Moon

laugh she looked away from him, turning her cheek against the pillow. “Are you the best?”
    “I’m exponentially greater than that.”
    As he’d hoped, she raised her head. Her warm, liquid brown gaze met his; her lips trembled. She blinked quickly, her eyes glistening. “You remember me saying that?”
    “Yes. And you’ve enthralled me again, my sweet Savitri.” He lowered his mouth, watched her face as he licked through her moist heat. Soft, slippery. Cinnamon and peach, the psychic scent of her arousal and the flavor that might have been from Heaven or Hell or Chaos, but that he would always associate with Savi.
    Her thighs clenched beside his shoulders. She whimpered from between her teeth. She was tight around his fingers. Hot. He slid them deep. Closed his lips over her clitoris, stroked his tongue, firm, rough.
    “It’s too much,” she whispered brokenly.
    His fangs scraped alongside her sex as he dragged his tongue down to his fingers; she keened softly. No pain, no blood, only her surprise.
    Her head tilted back, her teeth digging into her lower lip. Her small breasts rose and fell with each panting breath.
    He stopped.
    She looked at him. Released her lip. “I didn’t bite—”
    Colin did, gently. Soothed it with a lick. She cried out and her hips rocked, a hard involuntary thrust. Again. Her moisture slicked his palm, his mouth. His cock ached with need; his tongue didn’t care.
    Only for her. Always for her, everything for her, from this moment.
    “Oh, god. Ohmygod.” She averted her face, her hands twisting on the sheets.
    Perhaps a little for him. He ceased all movement, waited.
    With a frustrated laugh, she glanced back at him. He curled his fingers, angling up to rub against sensitive inner muscle. Her lids lowered. He stopped, hid his grin. She looked at him, then away so quickly he was caught in the midst of another lick.
    “You ass!” she gasped, but she was laughing, and she held his gaze now, only glancing away from his eyes to refocus on the whole of his face, his mouth, the slide of his tongue. Then her laughter broke and ebbed into desperate cries as he pulled her closer, her thigh over his shoulder, and he tasted, fed from her, but hungered for more.
    Her pleas took on a sharp edge; he bit but still drew no blood. He didn’t need it, only the shuddering release that rolled through her, his name from her lips.
    And this, too: he rose up, slid deep before the orgasm eased from her. Her sheath surrounded him, tiny contractions fluttering over his length.
    Her lips parted beneath his. “I want to see you.”
    “I’m not yet done.” A soft, drugging kiss. Another, taking her lips and body in the same unhurried rhythm, until she was moaning low in her throat and the sound filled his mouth, a dulcet echo of the flavor on his tongue.
    Slower now. An immortal man could take his pleasure quickly, knowing there would always be time for more. But a dying man lingered, uncertain of another opportunity.
    And if not death, this exquisite slow fall into oblivion, then love.
    Longer. Watching as ecstasy coiled beneath her skin, watching as she watched him. Her rapid breathing matched his, paced the pounding of his heart. But outwardly he moved leisurely, each languorous thrust pushing him toward rapture.
    Pulling her along with him.
    Her feet rubbed flat against the sheets, her legs trembled. Her fingers clawed at his back, urged him faster, harder. “Colin. Please.”
    “Not yet. Don’t run.”
    Tears gathered in her eyes, but she didn’t look away. “It’s too much.”
    He froze, a dark ache gnawing within him. Too much . He remembered that…here, in this bed, but by the fountain as well. “Don’t cry. Am I hurting you?”
    “No.” It sounded like a sob. Her back arched, her head tilted as if in invitation. She still watched him, sidelong, like an indirect look into the sun. “I thought it was the enthrallment. Caelum. But it’s you.”
    His throat closed, but he regained his measured pace. A great and terrible beauty. She hadn’t looked at him in Caelum, never for very long. Did it remind her of what he’d done now ?
    “Are you frightened?” How could he bear it if she was?
    “No,” she breathed. Her hips rose to meet his again, her feet halted their frantic movements. “Overcome.”
    He laughed with relief, buried his face in her neck. Of course she wasn’t afraid. “Oh, Savi. I am, too.”
    Turning, carrying her with him, he leaned back against the pillows,