‘Let me know if I hurt you,’ he whispers. ‘I’m not small.’
I smirk. ‘You’d need an elephant cock to hurt me. Just saying.’
He huffs a laugh. ‘Good to know.’
In one smooth, deep motion he thrusts inside and I gasp feeling the stretch but he fills me perfectly. Damian grunts against my neck. ‘Fuck Floss, you feel so good taking my cock,’ he says in a throaty voice.
My eyes widen, and I almost combust from that alone. ‘Are you talking dirty to me, Dr Rhodes?’ I growl.
He laughs. ‘Yeah, do you like it?’ But then gasps as I scrape my nails down his back.
‘God yes, it’s as sexy as hell. But don’t ever use that voice on your female patients. They’ll come in your chair.’
He chuckles and lightly traces his tongue over my lips, then kisses me. ‘It’s all for you, pretty girl.’
I shudder as desire sparks along my spine and I wrap my legs around his waist, rolling my hips eagerly to match every stroke. Damian’s terror must’ve taken a back seat to his lust as he’s thrusting and kissing me with abandon, and whispering filthy things in my ear, not caring about my extended fangs that nip dangerously close to his neck. Right, if he likes it risky—
I flip him over as if he were a Ken doll and lift us into the air. His surprised ‘whoa’ turns into a groan as I slide down onto him, but he lets me take control. His complete trust, despite the fact he’s being ridden by moi in mid-air, is impressive and also comforting.
My body hums with pleasure and power as I ride him, grinding down again and again.
Damian’s hands clutch at my hips as he moans incoherently. ‘Oh god. Don’t stop, too good. I’m gonna come—’
‘Me too,’ I gasp, and my back arches as I climax; a sharp crescendo that sends my senses spinning. Then another waves crashes, dragging us fast and furious into the undertow. We groan simultaneously in pleasure.
When I eventually look down, Damian’s gazing at me in post-orgasmic bliss, chest still heaving, starry-eyed.
‘That was … frigging magical.’
‘Pretty amazing,’ I agree. I lean in for a kiss, my body sated with him, my thoughts heavy with bloodlust—but I forget we’re still in mid-air.
We collapse onto the bed in an ungainly heap. The frame gives an ominous crack, then tilts sideways and dumps us against the wall.
‘I think I need to order a new bed,’ Damian says after a shocked pause.
I huff a laugh, brushing hair out of my eyes. ‘Yeah, one that can withstand vampire bonking.’
Chapter 26
Florence | Paris, 1888
I’m trying on a new dress, admiring my muted reflection in the bedroom mirror, when Alexander drops a newspaper onto the dressing table. ‘I thought you might be interested in this.’
The headline screams‘Jack l’Éventreur Frappe à Nouveau!’
Curiously, I pick up the newspaper and scan it. But even after a month in Paris, my French is still hideously poor since I’m not mingling with humans to practise. ‘Bonjour’, ‘au revoir’, and ‘je veux sucer ton sang’ are the extent of my language skills. Alexander, of course, is fluent. That’s why he suggested coming here. He can parley-voo with anyone.
‘What does the headline say?’ I demand.
‘It says, “Jack the Ripper Strikes Again”. Apparently, there’s been a fifth female victim. I can tell you the details if you want, but this one was extremely gory and distasteful, so I don’t advise asking me.’
Alexander removes his shoes and lies on the bed, closinghis eyes. His face wears a sated expression. It’s the look he gets whenever he’s been out prowling the streets of Paris for supper. He never tells me where he goes or what he does. He says it’s best I feed from him for now and don’t ask questions.
I stare at him. ‘But that’s impossible. There must be some mistake. I drained that bastard and ripped him to shreds.’
Alexander shrugs, still with his eyes closed. ‘It’s probably someone copying him because they want the fame. I wouldn’t rattle my crypt over it if I were you.’
I leap onto the wooden chest at the end of the bed and crouch there, growling.
