I giggled. “I don’t think we’re slow types, vampire.”
His grin was all imp. “You’re right, but I’m in the mood for long and slow.”
“Shut up and fuck me, please.”
He threw his head back and laughed. Then he slid down my body, the heated glide of his full lips everywhere at once and tormenting me into a squirming frenzy. When he reached the apex of my legs, he groaned as the tips of his hair caressed the sensitive flesh on my inner thighs.
I nearly shot off the bed as he chuckled then struck without warning. He sank his fangs into my thigh. The beelike sting sent a wave of pleasure straight to my clit.Odd that a sting elicits such a euphoric sensation.It wasn’t the time to analyze why but to give in to the vampire who was stealing my soul, minute by minute and day by day.
I lifted my hips, ready to touch myself, when he withdrew his fangs and snarled. “Impatient.”
I snarled back. “Fast, not slow.”
“You’re glistening.” A rippling growl escaped him as he lowered his head. When the tip of his tongue touched my clit, I bucked up from the bed.
He grasped my hips, feasting on me like an animal who hadn’t eaten in days. He dove into a rhythm that made me wriggle, sweat, and moan his name over and over again. I fisted my hands in the sheets and clutched for control. I wanted the swirling feeling to last, but I was on the precipice of having the best orgasm ever.
I took in steady breaths. Then boom—Sam bit, sinking his fangs in once again, this time into my other thigh as he worked my clit to a heated frenzy with the stroke of his finger.
Like quicksilver, my release blindsided me, and I screamed his name so loudly that if the room hadn’t been soundproof, the whole building would’ve heard me. I wasn’t done coming down off that mountainous high when he jammed his cock inside my dripping wet channel and roared like the animal he was.
My heart sputtered. My belly swirled, and in that moment, I knew I was in the right place with the right man. Predator or not, Sam was mine, and I dared my family to fuck with us again.
I tangled my fingers in his silky strands, guiding him to one breast then the other. His fangs grazed along the peaks of my nipples, never hurting me, treating my tits as if they were his precious gems. He didn’t linger long, making his way up my chest to nip at my chin. I closed my eyes, relishing in his tender touch as he rocked and I rolled, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our breathing was in sync. Our hearts beat as one, and just when I thought he would kiss me, he pressed his lips on my nose, my cheeks, everywhere but my mouth.
My body hummed, and my clit sang, my limbs languid.
I could sense he was on the verge of exploding.
I opened my eyes, looked up, and lost my breath. His eyes were a luminous silver with dots of green bleeding through. He was a beautiful specimen, hand carved out of stone by the gods themselves. I was mesmerized as I watched him watch me.
“I’m yours, Sam.”
As if those were the magic words, he fucked me hard and fast. Sweat slicked our bodies, our breathing labored. Then a flash of pain pinched his features before a guttural sound tore from his lips along with my name.
Tugging his hair, I squeezed my pussy around his cock. “Kiss me, vampire.”
He didn’t bat an eye and obeyed as if he’d been programmed to do so. Our tongues fought for dominance as he rode out his orgasm, his dick pulsing inside me. A galaxy of emotions overwhelmed me, and I was close to shedding a tear for some fucked-up reason.
I shook off whatever was going on inside my heart and flattened my hands on his scruffy jaw. “Sam?”
He rolled off me and pulled me to him—nose to nose. “What is it?” His tone was lazy and low.
“I need—”
His phone blared, jarring me out of my lustful stupor and severing that intimate connection that strung us together.
“Fuck.” He climbed out of bed to cross the room.
So much for telling him how I feel.
“Yeah.” His tone was caustic as he answered the phone. “Now? Are you kidding? Copy that.” He flung the phone onto the bed, scowling.
“You’re leaving?”
He shoved his hands through his hair. “You are too. A snowstorm is brewing, and if we don’t leave within the next three hours, we probably won’t make the meeting with your uncle.”
“So? Postpone it.” I didn’t care if we met Jack or not.
