“I have a high tolerance for pain,” she whispered, the words almost a hiss. “I always have. My dad said that they were terrified all the time when I was little because whenever I fell orhit my head or anything, I didn’t cry, so they could never tell how bad it was.”
“Okay.”
“So just know that, okay?”
“Okay,” I repeated.
“But this is fucking miserable,” she griped, her voice strained. “My stomach has been in knots for hours. The heat is like living in a sauna with no way to escape. I’ve been turned on since we came into my room, and my downstairs is starting to ache—and not in a good way. It fucking hurts.”
“Ah, baby,” I murmured the second I realized that she wasn’t just annoyed that I’d kept my hands to myself.
“I can take it,” she grumbled. “But don’t expect me to frigging like it.”
I smiled into the dark as I reached for her.
“Come here,” I whispered, tugging her toward me by the bend in her knee. I didn’t stop pulling until her heat was pressed against my bare thigh, the scrap of fabric between us hiding very little.
Her hips gave an involuntary jerk as we made contact.
“Don’t fucking tease me, Daniel,” she warned.
“Danny,” I corrected as I leaned in. “I go by Danny.”
“And you thought now was the time to correct me?”
Rosemary’s last word was caught in my mouth as I pressed it against hers, running my tongue along the inside of her bottom lip. After that, she didn’t bother talking. We kissed like the world was ending, like we couldn’t get enough. Desperate. Wet.
She gasped quietly as she came up for air, and I used the moment to press my mouth against her neck, my teeth throbbing as I kept them behind my lips.
I wasn’t joking when I said that I refused to complete the bond with her father across the hall. That ritual was sacred, and we wouldn’t have an audience, even by chance.
Running my lips down her throat, I pressed my thigh harder against the wet patch of fabric between her legs. She ground down against it and reached up to grip my hair in her fists.
I had to keep my head. I knew that. But we both deserved a little bit more.
Shoving her T-shirt up, I nuzzled between her breasts before pinching her nipple between my lips. It was small and hard, and my cock jerked as I sucked that little nub before opening my mouth wider to pull in as much as I could get. Gods, she was perfect.
Rosemary gasped as one of my fangs nicked her.
It was an accident. I was trying to be careful and hadn’t meant to break the skin, but the moment I got the taste of her blood, my heart thumped so hard it felt like it was going to break out of my chest. My cock was leaking. My balls were pulled up tight against my body.
If I didn’t stop, I was going to go too far.
Pulling back, I tongued her nipple as I reached down between us. My fingers slid through her folds easily as I found her clitoris and pinched it between my fingers.
It was then that I realized Rosemary wasn’t being quiet. Not even trying. Her moans and mewls were ringing through the room like a beautiful symphony.
I loved it.
I also knew that if she had any idea of the noise she was making, she’d be mortified.
Pulling my hand away, I threw back the blankets.
“What? No,” she complained, her hands tightening in my hair. “No, don’t stop.”
“Shhh,” I whispered back, tugging her hands away. “Roll over.”
It said something about how close she’d been that she rolled onto her belly without a word of protest. Looking at her shirttucked up around her neck and the tiny pair of panties she was wearing, I nearly lost all sense of resolve.
