I shook my head and shrugged away. “I don’t do vampires.” I walked backward, and with each step, the pain in my gut increased. I felt like I was losing part of my soul.
What the fuck is happening?
A tear slid down my cheek out of nowhere.
Sam stood godlike as he watched me, his features tightening as lines dented his forehead. I didn’t have any powers, but at that moment, I swore I did. I swore I felt his sadness and pain as I got farther and farther away from him.
At that moment, I came to the realization that I had to get rid of the feeling like I was going to die if I didn’t have his arms around me.
He sensed my indecision. I knew he did. How? I wasn’t sure.
His long legs ate up the space between us, his gaze glued to mine. His fangs still present. His silver eyes were brighter than before.
I should be scared, but I wasn’t. I gave in and went with what I felt, and I felt him. I wanted him. We could figure out our issues another time. But right now, I had to have him.
He scooped me up in his arms, and at lightning speed, he was climbing the stairs to the fourth floor.
25
LAYLA
My arms were locked around his neck, my mind empty, my heart racing as fast as his was as he carried me through his apartment in hurried strides. Before I could take in my surroundings, we were in a dark room that smelled like him: musky, soapy, and clean.
He kicked the door shut and growled. “Last chance to run.”
My chest heaved, and I shuddered as I tamped down the nerves that were doing a number on my stomach. Excitement, trepidation, elation, and desperation were mingling together. “I’m not running.” My voice didn’t sound like my own.
He lifted my hands up above my head and pinned my wrists to the cold steel door. “After tonight, you’re mine. And if you run, I’ll catch you.” His tone was husky, deep, and commanding as he glued his gaze to mine. “Say it, Layla. You’re mine.”
Any other time, I would kick a man in the balls who thought he could own me. But I couldn’t. Not with Sam. I wanted to be his. Maybe it was the lust. Maybe it was some magical spell he had over me. It didn’t matter. What did, though, was sating the need I had for him to kiss me, fuck me, and do whatever the hell he pleased. I felt what he felt. I felt his desire like it was my own. I felt his heart beating in time with mine.
I swallowed the knots clogging my throat as I searched his eyes. Something far more than lust swirled in them, and I sucked in air.
“You feel what I feel, don’t you?” he asked in such a soft and loving tone.
I nodded slowly, afraid to admit that whatever was happening to us or between wasn’t just a one-time thing, and that freaked me the fuck out. But I would dwell on that later. He needed to stop talking. “Sam.” His name fell from my lips on a whimper. “I’m dying here. I want you as badly as you want me. So shut up and do something, or I’ll tear you to shreds.”
He chuckled as he let me go and took a step back. “Do as you please, baby doll.”
My eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness as a muted light spilled in from the window beside his bed, casting an ominous shadow over the room.
He ripped off his shirt, held out his arms, and stood there like a god as he waited for me to move, to do anything but stare. I prayed I could get my legs in gear without faltering, but as I took in the dips and valleys on his upper torso, sweat began to bead on my neck.
He tore off his sweatpants, and his cock sprang free—hard, thick, long—and like in my dream, I hungered to taste him.
I pushed off the door, stepped toward him, slowly at first to be sure I wouldn’t collapse. He watched me watch him. He grabbed his erection and stroked it once, his eyes hooded, his fangs free.
I moaned as I reached him, replacing his hand with mine.
He groaned his approval.
His skin was velvety and felt like pure silk as I squeezed his shaft. He moaned, pushing his fingers through my hair.
I wasted no time in dropping to my knees and sucking him into my mouth. He roared as he thrust his hips forward. I sucked once, pumping him hard and steady as I licked the tip of his cock—but he wasn’t having any of the light teases.
He lifted me to my feet and ripped off my shirt, literally tearing the fabric from me before helping me undress until I was completely naked. It was his turn to take in the view. Slow and sensual, he hiked his gaze down my naked body, lingering on my tits, which were heavy and needy.
I rolled a swollen nipple between my fingers as I played with my clit.
