There’s a light knock on my door, and I take a deep breath. I’m really doing this. I grab the doorknob and pull the door back.
Warin stands there, looking refined as ever as he holds on to the doorframe he rebuilt. He’s wearing dark trousers, a black leather belt, and a dark shirt with three buttons undone at the collar.
His gaze starts at my bare feet, trailing up my legs to where my robe hits mid thigh. He doesn’t stop his perusal there as he leans further in, his eyes finally meeting mine.
“You beckoned me, witch?” he says, his tone sultry.
“Were you busy?”
“Never too busy for you. May I come in?” he asks, though I doubt he needs a second invitation.
I pull the door back and he walks in, glancing around my house.
“You did some redecorating.”
“I didn’t want you to have to worry about the sunrise.”
His fang slightly bites his lip as he shuts my door, approaching me in two easy steps, his hands gripping my hips, fingertips making indents against my flesh. The sigh that leaves me is heady, like my body calls to him, his touch calming some of the madness I’ve felt all day.
“I thought I was rude, manipulative, and scheming?” he says with a grin, his nose dragging along my hair. “You have no fucking idea how much I appreciate this effort. How badly I wantto peel this robe off you and worship your body all night long, but we can’t stay here.”
I slide my hands up his chest and have to repress a moan. I feel obsessed, consumed, and, most of all, undoubtedly horny.
“We’re safe here,” I say, hoping he will take it at surface value and let it go and do just as he promised.
“Let’s go back to my house where I can do everything I want with you,” he says, being all seductive, but I shake my head.
“No. I don’t want to go there, not with the vampire council still there.”
He moves his hands from my hips to my waist.
“You warded the room. It’s soundproof.”
I lick my lips and I’m trying to form the words that don’t make me sound like an absolute lunatic. I already feel like one.
“Your blood is doing a real number on me, vampire. The least you could do is handle the situation,” I say, my hands sliding down to his belt. “I know you’ve been patient. Waiting so long for me, haven’t you?” I tug him by the belt, my breasts are pressed against his chest as I stare up at him. “You’re stronger than me, because I’m not feeling very patient.”
His one hand slides up my back, fisting my hair.
“Do you enjoy torturing me, witch? You’re rather good at it.”
“Aren’t you tired of waiting? Tell me, War, did you watch from my window all the nights I touched myself, wishing it was you?” I ask him, knowing I’m being a menace, that maybe I’ve ripped out a page from his book on scheming.
He tugs on my hair harder, pulling my head back.
“What did you think about when you were making yourself come? When you’d have one hand under your blanket, and the other gripping your breast, sunshine?”
“I didn’t know it then, but I’m pretty sure I was thinking about you,” I whisper.
“Let me take you home,” he says, nearly panting, the evidence of his erection pressing against my stomach. “I need you safe and in my bed.”
“But what if I want you in mine?” I say, shoving him against his chest and hightailing it to my bedroom.
It is a strategic choice. I know how fast he can move, that I don’t stand a chance. He lets me get to the end of the bed, before pressing me down face first on the sheets, his body on top of mine.
He grinds his cock against my ass before leaning down, his teeth dragging against my throat.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. Your heart is racing, your blood calling for me. You’re aching for it so bad you can’t wait, can you, witch?”
