71. Jasmine

71

JASMINE

O nce Ell-rom had regained control, Jasmine flicked her tongue out and lapped at the head, once, twice, three times.

He groaned, and his grip on his erection tightened.

Good. That would help him last longer. If he let her, she could do that for him, keep him on the edge for much longer than he would normally last, but perhaps that was better saved for after he had learned his own body's responses.

If Ell-rom were fully recovered, he could climax and be ready for more in minutes, but he was operating on pure adrenaline fueled by lust, and the moment he ejaculated, she had no doubt he would collapse. Hopefully, she would manage to get him in bed before that.

When he threaded his fingers into her hair, she took the tip into her mouth, and he emitted an anguished groan and threw his head back.

He wasn't going to last even if he strangled his manhood with that grip.

Perhaps she should just let him finish and deal with his embarrassment and disappointment over coming too quickly later.

Sucking him deeper into her mouth was all it took for him to lose control, and as he started coming, his body jerked, and he yelled her name.

As she swallowed every last drop, memories of her time with Edgar suddenly intruded on the haze of satisfaction, and she realized that she had forgotten a very important part of an immortal male's physiology. Ell-rom was going to bite her, and when he did, she was going to black out, and if he also fainted from exhaustion and the drop in adrenaline or testosterone, she was going to drown.

He would survive even if submerged in water because his body would enter stasis, but she wouldn't.

His fingers were still threaded in her hair, holding her to him, but then he lowered his hands and cupped her face, gazing down at her with glowing, hazy and unfocused eyes, and fangs that were fully elongated and ready to strike.

Jasmine lurched back, and he let go of her face, but as she tried to scramble out of the tub, he shot out a hand and clamped it on her shoulder with a bruising force.

"Let go!" She gripped his wrist and pulled. "You are hurting me!"

Shaking his head as if to clear the haze, Ell-rom released her, but she had no doubt that by tomorrow, there would be purple bruises where his fingers had been.

He was freakishly strong despite still looking starved.

"I'm sorry." He looked at her with pleading eyes. "Let me lick where I hurt you to heal what I have done."

"Not here." She jumped out of the tub, nearly slipping on the wet floor. "When we are in bed."

If he managed to stay awake and had the energy to bite her, Jasmine had no problem with him doing that while they were both in bed.

She grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself, and then unfurled another one and held it out for him.

When he didn't move, she lowered the towel and frowned. "Do you need help standing up?"

He shook his head and didn't look at her.

"Then what's the matter?"

"I'm ashamed." He put a hand over his heart as if ready to make a vow to atone for a sin he hadn't committed.

"Oh, sweetheart." She sat on the edge of the tub and cupped his cheek. "Don't worry about it. Once you kiss my booboo, it will go away."

He moved his head to avoid her touch. "That's not the only thing I'm ashamed of. I finished in your mouth. I scared you. You were trying to get away from me, and I tried to stop you."

She reached for his chin with a hooked finger and turned his head so he was forced to look at her. "I wanted you to finish in my mouth. It was as satisfying for me as it was for you when I finished all over your face. The reason I tried to get away was that I expected you to bite me. You were so exhausted that I thought you would faint, and since I always black out after a venom bite, I could drown in the tub water, and you wouldn't be present to save me."

"So, you really enjoyed this?"

"Yes, very much so." She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "And if you still want to bite me when we are in bed, I would love it."

He let out a shuddering breath. "We both need to wash away the suds." When she hesitated, he smiled to show her that his fangs had almost fully retreated. "I won't bite you. I promise."