I shuddered against him and realized he was right.
I was his.
And the rest of my life was ruined.
14
Icollapsed against Daniel, the epiphany taking the last of my strength.
Oh, my God, what had I done?
He was going to make me forget all about him. This amazing vampire who had been treating me like a complete gentleman before he fucked me like a god, was going to erase all memory of him from my mind when Bernie returned.
I didn’t want to forget.
Hell, I was ready to change my mind about leaving.
Oh, my God! I was that girl in the book that was ready to toss the rest of her life for some magic dick! What was wrong with me?
My body was nearly limp as Daniel pulled out of my body, causing me to shudder one last time, and lifted me into his arms.
I didn’t have the energy to resist as he carried me into his bedroom and laid me on the bed.
Without a word, he went back into the bathroom, and I heard water running. A few moments later, he returned with a washcloth in his hands and used it to clean between my legs. I tried to move, to reach for it, but he stilled my hands.
Neither of us spoke. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned sans washcloth.
He moved me over and pulled the comforter and sheet down so he could slide both of us beneath it.
It wasn’t physically possible, but my heart felt like it rolled in my chest when he pulled me on top of him, arranging my limbs so I was basically draped over his body.
I sighed into the side of his throat as his hands stroked down my back.
“Having regrets?” he asked.
“No.” My answer was little more than a whisper. Then, something occurred to me. “Do you regret it?”
He took a deep breath and released it before he answered. “I probably should but I don’t.”
Okay, I didn’t like that answer.
I lifted my hand and propped my forearms on his chest when he wouldn’t let me pull away.
“You should?” I asked, squinting down at him.
“You don’t have to glare at me.”
I didn’t stop glaring.
A smirk tugged at his mouth. “I should. Or have you forgotten I kidnapped you?” He paused. “To use your words for it.”
I had.
“Well, then you owe me more orgasms,” I retorted. Then, I flinched. “Maybe I should regret it. You seem to bring out the worst in me. I never talk to anyone the way I talk to you.”
The smirk turned into a grin. “I don’t think that’s the worst in you. I think you’re just being completely honest with me.” His hand stroked from my shoulders, down my spine, to the top of my ass. “You know, Bethany talked about you a lot. Even though she didn’t want you to come to visit her here.”
I looked down at him. “She did?”
