“Do you want what belongs to you, sunshine?” he asks, his thumb rubbing over the tip.
I bite my lip and curl my finger at him, beckoning him to the bed.
He’s on me in an instant, his cool body against my warm one, his length pressed against my entrance as he kisses me with a reverent dominance.
Chapter 30
Part of me thinks I’m dreaming. That maybe the Slayer really staked me in the chest and I’ve died and am somehow now living the life of my dreams.
But when Ember bites my bottom lip, I know that somehow this is reality. That her plush, warm body is beneath mine.
That despite everything I am, everything I’ve done, she wants me. Maybe it’s the sharing of blood that has her that way, and maybe I’m considering keeping her on a steady diet of my blood, so she never changes her mind. Or maybe she’s my second chance.
“I don’t fucking deserve you,” I tell her, kissing down her throat.
I’m endlessly greedy, wanting to sink my teeth into her, but I can’t. Not with how much I took earlier. I’ll have to give her the grimoire with the blood replenishing potion as soon as possible.
“I don’t care,” she rasps out, tugging on my hair and digging her nails into my back.
I love that she’s rough with me. The small bite of pain makes me feel alive.
With the utmost reverence, I swipe my thumb over her full bottom lip before kissing her mouth and sliding my hand between us, gripping the base of my cock.
Her pussy is warm, wet, and eager as I rub the head against her clit before sliding it down her entrance.
I push into her slowly, watching as her pupils dilate and her lips part on a moan. Her hand is clasped around the side of my neck as we lock gazes, and I can’t help the whimper that falls out of me when I’m completely inside of her.
“Don’t stop,” she says, her heels digging into my ass.
“Oh, Ember. I’m just getting started,” I tell her, grabbing her thigh and thrusting in and out of her.
It takes an effort to not move too fast, to not piston in and out of her with my vampire speed.
She’s so wet that every time I pull out, the base of my cock is glistening and our flesh slaps together. She moans, writhes, bosses me around, and begs. Every second inside of her is the best moment of my life, but I know I won’t last much longer.
“I need to feel your pussy gripping me. I need to feel you come. I’ve waited so long to know what it feels like to have you gushing on my cock, witch.”
Her head falls back, the beautiful column of her throat exposed as she shouts and I can’t fucking help myself, all sense of self-control lost as I lean forward and sink my teeth into her throat, tasting her sweet blood as she squeezes around me.
Ember’s nails are digging so hard into my skin. If they could leave marks, they would as she moans and screams my name. I fall completely apart, my dick jerking inside of her tight pussy as I feel the greatest sensation of relief of my life.
I lick her throat, slight guilt hitting my gut, but as she scratches my head and rubs my back, it falls away.
When I pull back to look at her face, she’s heavy lidded, a smile on her face.
I can’t help but to grin back. How many times have I seen her smile, wishing that I was the reason why?
“Okay?” I ask her, pushing her adorable pink hair from her face.
I may or may not glance down at her perfect tits before looking back at her face.
“Okay? That might be better than magic.” She laughs, shaking her head and catching her breath.
Her throat still has two small puncture wounds, little beads of blood pebbling against her pale skin.
“You’ll need to drink more of my blood. I took too much. I lost control of myself.”
“I liked it,” she says, her hands not leaving my body.
