He wrapped his arms around her so he was supporting her weight—she was only balancing on the edge of the sink—and drove deeper.

Her head dropped back, her hair falling down, whispering against his arms.

“Drink,” she breathed.

“Pussycat, no. Had you yesterday. Too soon,” he forced out, wanting her blood, wanting it surging into his mouth every time he drove his cock home, but knowing he couldn’t have it.

She lifted her head again, her eyes attempting focus but failing.

She was gone.

It was magnificent.

“Draw from me,” she ordered, but her voice was vague.

“Can’t, baby.”

Her pussy gripped his dick so tight it was a miracle he didn’t come instantly.

“Draw,” she begged on a whimper.

Fuck.

He was powerless not to. She wanted it. He wanted it. And her cunt was demanding it.

He slid a hand up her back, tangled it in her hair, tugged, getting her throat, and he went in. Licking her, preparing her, her pussy rippled against his cock. Then he bared his fangs and tore through.

She cried out, her fingers driving up and fisting in his hair, her wet drenching both of them as she came hard.

He drove harder, her blood flooding his mouth with each thrust into her slick tightness, fucking, fucking ecstasy.

Abel felt it moving over him. He swept her wounds with his tongue, buried his face in her neck, his cock in her cunt, and groaned rough against her skin when he shot deep inside her.

When he came down, she was stroking his hair with one hand, had the other one stroking his lower spine, and had wrapped her calves around his ass.

“Don’t do that again.”

Her hands stopped moving and her body stiffened.

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes. “Love your blood, Lilah. But don’t do that again.”

“Abel—”

“You got me wrapped around your finger and it goes without saying, my dick is buried inside you, your cunt takes control. Give you anything to take you there. But it’s not safe for me to draw from you too often.”

She gripped his neck again and assured, “I’m not woozy from yesterday or anything.”

He shook his head and pulled her closer in hopes of driving his point home. “Askin’ you this ’cause it’s important to me. I get you like it; you come the instant I tear through. You can want it. I’m fuckin’ beside myself that you do. You can have it. But you gotta help me take care of you.”

She held his gaze before she nodded.

He relaxed.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Heat of the moment, bao bei,” he replied gently. “Just need to be aware in future moments.”

She grinned at him.

He grinned back, his eyes dropped to her mouth, then he put his lips there. He kissed her deep and wet and she kissed him back the same way.