That means he’sreallythis good in bed.
Fuuuuuck me.
“Do you want to come again, love?” he softly teases.
“Yes, Sir!” Yep, those two words are already engraved in my brain. The first time I said them sounded so damned perfect that I can’t help doing it now. He absolutely has my trust. He could’ve already had his fangs buried in my flesh and I wouldn’t have stopped him.
Who’d a thunk my perfect guy would be Fangster Hunkadoofalus?
My objections to why this can’t work have mostly dissolved. He’s old and smart—minus the time management snafu earlier—and rich and powerful. There’s got to be a way to make this work.
I can’t imagine not having him in my life. I want to keep making him smile like this. I want to be the reason he wants to stay alive and stay safe.
I want to be his, and I want him to be mine.
I want this to last, so I can get to know him and silence the remaining doubts in my brain for good.
My gaze locks on his. “I can’t share you. Please don’t do this to me and ask me to share you.”
He leans in and kisses me again, which presses his thumb against me and his cock farther inside me, making my clit flutter with pleasure. “Only you. I can buy what I need to feed.”
“I mean…you know… Bad guys, okay. Waste not, want not. Drain them dry, but that’s—”
He silences me with a long, deep kiss and pistons his cock inside me several times, shoving all my cares out of my brain.
Who says he can’t compel me? Maybe not the usual way, but this is a damn good method of shutting down my brain.
Every thrust he takes drags his cock along my G-spot, until I’m coming again, and the feel of my body clamping down on him as the orgasm slams home only makes it that much stronger.
With his arms around me he speeds up, thrusting deep and fast inside me until he explodes, groaning with pleasure as he falls still buried within me after a last, deep stroke. His lips close over mine, tender and gentle this time, his tongue flicking against my teeth, zooming in on my canines, running the tip over them.
That’s when I realize his teeth are a little sharper than they were.
Where that might have terrified me before,…not now.
I force my eyes open to find him looking at me, waiting.
“Do you want to feed from me?” I whisper.
He smiles. “Yes, but I will not do that here and now. Not like this. I want us stretched out in a bed without worrying about the neighbors overhearing you scream my name. There’s plenty of time for that, sweetheart. Doesn’t have to happen now. Doesn’t even have to happen this month or this year.” He nips my bottom lip. “Then again, I’d planned to make love to you for the first time in a bed, too. You have a way of making me discard my best-laid plans.”
He holds me as I unwind my legs from around him, his arms caging me until he’s certain I can support my own weight.
Which is iffy, to be honest.
All I want to do is go to bed and cuddle with him. But if I do that, we’re back to square one in the closet game, because I could probably sleep most of the night, at this point.
“Shower, Sir?” I ask.
His face glows with a radiant joy I never imagined possible for any being to express. Leaning in, he nuzzles noses with me. “Shower, love.”
I take off the necklace holding the ring and leave it on the counter. Once we’re in the shower, he takes the scrubby from me and washes my back. “So why were you crying earlier? Because of what we already discussed, or something else?”
I lean back against him, pulling his arms around me. “Because of the hairs. Because I guess that’s when it hit me how freaking dangerous it was for you here.”
He nuzzles the side of my neck. I can almost imagine what it’ll feel like the first time he feeds from me.
I want that.
