“Please, Dante. Fuck me harder.”
So much for me being in control. I can’t say no to her pleading eyes. Not when it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. This acceptance of every part of me.
I lean in once again, kissing her fiercely as I piston my hips and fuck her hard and deep.
Somehow, I keep my fingers circling her clit and she wraps her leg around me, pulling me impossibly closer. I’m so deep inside her and she’s deep inside me. It’s that connection between the two of us, the unexplainable thing that meant I didn’t kick her out of my office that first day. That stopped me from sending her away time and time again.
Our eyes meet, and she moans helplessly.
“Oh fuck, Dante. Dante, I’m gonna come my fucking brains out.”
I can feel the moment she pulses around me, growing impossibly tighter and pleasure courses through me. My balls tighten and I come harder than I can ever remember in all the years I’ve been on this earth. Black spots dance in front of my eyes, but I blink them away, mesmerized by the sight of Silver with her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her eyes lock onto mine.
There’s a moment, just before I pull my cock from inside Silver’s tight pussy. She smiles up at me; her face flushed and my chest feels fit to burst with feeling. I press a kiss to her forehead, her lips, her cheek before resting my forehead against hers.
I’ve never felt so content, so whole, in all of my life.
12
Silver
I’m walking on air when I leave Dante’s place. My entire body buzzes like I’m supercharged.
Now, maybe having my brains screwed by my favorite vamp was moving too fast. I practically threw myself at Dante and begged for us to share each other’s blood. Something I hadn’t ever imagined being into. But fuck, it was easily one of the hottest experiences in my life. And after getting dangerously close to losing Roscoe, after losing Fabian in a different way, and spending months hurting, I’m not willing to hold back any longer.
Dante didn’t seem to mind, either. I actually think he’s a lot shyer than I realized and he’s got some weird hesitation about us being together.
Not anymore, though.
Or... I hope not, anyway. Maybe I should have talked things out with him, but it’s the middle of the day. He should have been sleeping hours ago and even after an earth-shattering orgasm, he was most of the way asleep when I stepped out.
I’ll text him so he doesn’t assume I just took advantage of him and fucked off.
My head is down and I’m one of those assholes texting while walking, which is my first mistake. My second is that I let mypost-orgasm euphoria cloud my brain. I forget just how unsafe it is for me to be strutting around Arcanum right now.
Right now, though, it’s not anyone from Nexus attacking me for being a bunch of things they’re afraid of.
It’s not the vamps either, dragging me away to fix whatever new mess they’ve made. Instead, it’s a pair of men in dark uniform. A uniform that’s familiar enough to bring up bile in my throat.
The city judiciary.
The last time I saw them this close up, I was behind bars and they were making sick jokes about a twelve-year-old being scheduled for execution.
The fuckerslaughed. Funny how if you narrow someone down enough, you can see them as sub-human, a monster. Then it doesn’t matter that they’re a child or that no one actually got hurt and they didn’t act maliciously.
