Embrace the Wild (The Blood Rose Series Book 6) by Caris Roane

he answered quickly. “I want them to stay.”
    She smiled, because she could feel how much he was enjoying the sensation. “You probably should be inside me.”
    He gave her an answering smile. “I could come so easily right now.”
    “I know. Me, too.” She shifted her hips, letting him know that she needed him filling her. The foreplay had lasted two years and she was ready.
    The moment she felt his cock at her entrance, a heavy moan left her throat. The physical connection soared through her, a vibration all its own, and small cries left her mouth at the exquisite feel of what was so hard and began moving inside her.
    He pushed, and her whole body writhed. The vines stroked her hair and her face and she watched one slide across his neck, where she wanted her hand to be. When she moved her hand, the vine gave way and covered hers adding the smallest pressure so that she caressed Malik with the vine aiding her.
    Inelegant yet erotic guttural sounds left his throat. “Never been like this … the vines.”
    “I know. This is new to me as well.”
    “It is?”
    She met his gaze. “Yes. All new. Oh, Malik.”
    Passion rose to a dizzying height as he kissed her hard. Because of the vines, she could feel what they felt like to him, as though the realm itself, which he loved with all his heart, was caressing him. What a strange mystery this had become, this sharing with Malik, full of the heights and depths of all of life experience. She’d never felt more connected to the earth on which she lived, to the frequencies beating deep in her land, to the vines that helped her to protect the colony.
    His tongue penetrated her mouth, and moved in rhythm to his thrusts between her legs. Several vines slid beneath her and she felt them wrapping tenderly around Malik as well.
    He continued to kiss her, their bodies moving in such an exquisite motion and in sync with her heart.
    He drew back slightly and presented his wrist. “Take my blood, Willow. I offer it for the way you’ve laid down your life to protect the innocent.”
    She lifted her hand and the vines gave way just enough to allow for her movements. She pressed his wrist to her small fangs and with the memories given to her by all the wraiths in her maternal family line, she struck quickly, then began to suck.
    The first hit of his blood caused her to clench deep and in response, Malik groaned.
    She held his gaze as the erotic flavor of his blood poured over her tongue. Power moved through her and the vines tightened and released in response. Everything was so sensual and erotic that she could hardly control herself.
    When she began pulling on him low, deep in her well, she forced herself to stop or he would come. They both would. And she knew exactly how and when she wanted to reach the pinnacle. She wanted to be with him in that moment, his fangs having opened her vein, his mouth sucking down what she could feel he needed more than anything else right now.
    She breathed hard, trying to calm down.
    He’d squeezed his eyes shut, doing the same thing.
    Only how to hold on, to make the moment last?

CHAPTER THREE
    Malik had imagined being in bed with Willow for a long time now. But even the best of fantasies hadn’t come close to this erotic reality. He felt lost in her arms, barely able to make two thoughts connect.
    The vines.
    Sweet Goddess, the vines alone had his balls ready to release. The tendrils held him tight to Willow, and moved as he moved. Yet he could feel that with the slightest resistance the vines would shift and give way.
    And Willow’s fangs. The piercing had sent a thrill straight through his cock and he’d almost come … again. He was so ready to let go that every muscle in his body twitched with anticipation.
    He could feel that she was close as well, each of them riding the edge.
    She looked so beautiful suckling at his wrist, her eyes glittering. He wanted her neck. His stomach, always cramping, now screamed for what he’d been desiring for