Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Opening my eyes, I saw that hers were shut. “Look at me.”
She did, and the hunger there punched me right in the gut and made my balls tighten.
I sipped from her mouth as I slowly thrust in and out of her, driving deep each time, wanting her to really feel every inch. Wanting to imprint it all on her memory. Wanting to fucking possess her. “Love knowing your belly is full of my come right now.”
After long minutes, I got to my knees, tossed her legs over my shoulders, and gripped her thighs. I saw the glint of anticipation in her eyes; knew she thought I meant to up my pace. But I didn’t, so that glint rapidly faded. She actually folded her arms and glared at me.
I failed to bite back a smile. “Something wrong?”
“What could possibly be wrong?” She began humming to herself while staring at the ceiling, and I felt one of the ankles over my shoulder start idly twirling.
I knew she thought it pissed me off when she did this shit, but I liked it. Liked that we … played. It was different. Intimate. Something I’d only ever done with her.
I also liked shocking a curse out of her by abruptly ramming my cock deep inside her, taking her off-guard. I did it right then.
Her eyes went wide, and her hands flew out to grip the bedsheet. “Jesus fuck.”
I slowly reared back but then slammed deep again. And again. And again. Dragging the whole thing out, not wanting it to end.
My cock throbbed when one of those little whimpers I loved slipped out of her. “Want me deeper, baby?” At her nod, I curled over her, tilting her hips, and planted one hand either side of her head. The new angle made my cock slide even deeper inside her, and we both groaned.
I resumed taking her slow and hard, doing my best to block out the little voice in my head reminding me that after the sun set, I’d never have this again. Would never again taste or touch her. Never again feel her hands or mouth on me. Never again fill her body with my cock and come. But the voice just kept on whispering, and those whispers got harder and harder to pretend away.
“Fuck,” I bit out. Then I was powering into her, unapologetically brutal. Her brow creased in pleasure/pain, but she arched into every savage lunge, digging her nails into my arms. I was thankful she didn’t ask me to stop, because I wasn’t sure I could.
So many sounds rung through the air—her moans and whimpers, my groans and grunts, flesh smacking wet flesh, the headboard slamming into the wall. There was another sound. A sound that seemed louder than every other, one that called to the predator in me.
The frantic beat of the pulse in her neck.
My eyes dropped to it. My mouth watered. And I found myself circling it with the tip of my tongue.
Maybe it was the delicious stutter in her breath. Maybe it was the way her pulse erratically spiked. Maybe it was just that I quite simply no longer wished to fight myself on this, but I sank my teeth down hard. Her blood flowed into my mouth, her body arched into mine, her hand grabbed at my hair. And I rutted on her like a fucking animal.
She tasted so insanely good. Sweet and rich and addictive. And I knew I’d messed up. I shouldn’t have tasted her, because now I’d always crave her. But that didn’t stop me from drinking deep again and again.
I pulled back for one reason only. I needed something from her. Still roughly pounding into her, I snatched her gaze. “Feed from me.”
Wariness glimmered in those glassy eyes. “You don’t really want that.”
I snarled. “Do it.”
“You already partly broke your rule by taking my blood. You might want to leave it at that.”
“Fucking do it, Paige.”
“You sure?”
“Now. I need it,” I admitted.
She lowered her fangs, watching my reaction closely. She must have been satisfied with whatever she saw, because she reared up and bit into the crook of my neck. The slash of pain and suction of her mouth felt so fucking good and then … I couldn’t even be sure what exactly happened, but my control seriously just vanished.
I didn’t bear in mind the relative differences in our strength. Didn’t even fuck her at human speed. No, I hammered into her at vampiric speed, absolutely lost in her, in the moment, in the feel of her drinking from me.
A part of me was in her now, just as a part of her was in me. That thought alone was enough to make an orgasm whip through me—there was no stopping it, no having the presence of mind to make sure she came as well. The release was too violent, too intense, too blinding. So I was relieved when I heard her scream and felt her explode around my cock.