“Yes,” she gasped.
He fumbled her jeans down and tore her panties off. He inhaled deeply at the strong scent of her arousal before freeing himself from his pants. She watched him stroke himself once, twice, three times, mesmerized. She wet her lips and he pressed forward to kiss her again.
His hands moved to the backs of her thighs and lifted her clean into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her hands left the cabin wall to fall to his shoulders. She felt his cock hard against her opening. She groaned in anticipation, wiggling her hips to try to tempt him inside.
But he held her hips steady and plunged into her when he was ready. Her head fell back against the wooden wall. She saw stars. Everything about it was wonderful and overwhelmingly perfect. She loved Beckham so much. And the way their bodies connected over and over again. Deep, hard, and unyielding.
An ache was building inside her. Starting in her core and moving out to her fingers and toes. Waves crashing within her.
Her eyes met his. She saw the same desire mirrored on his face. The same devotion and love. Then she turned her head to the side and directed his mouth to her neck.
She heard his sharp intake of breath. Felt the brush of a kiss over the artery. Her blood pumped energetically through her veins with the tempo of his vigorous fucking. Then she felt his fangs pierce her skin.
She gripped his shoulders as ecstasy shattered through her. She cried out in pleasure as her orgasm rushed through her body. Between his fangs in her neck and his cock in her pussy, she was a goner.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.
Beckham came a few thrusts later, roaring with pleasure as he released her neck and tilted his head back.
Her heart was thrumming violently. Her body rushed through with all the adrenaline and vamp venom. She felt alive. Alive and refreshed. Yet somehow exhausted.
And still so madly in love. Not just the love that she felt for Beckham, but the love he felt for her.
Here it was. Deep, undeniable, incredible, masterful love. Impossible and euphoric love. Hopeless, happy, desperate, perfect love.
She felt it all. Took it from him and gave him her own.
“Do you feel that?” he gasped out.
“You love me,” she whispered.
“I love you.” Beckham’s eyes were wide with wonder. As if he couldn’t fathom all the emotions ripping through him. “And you feel…so deeply.”
She grinned. “Yes.”
Beckham kissed her again through his awe. They had time for hypotheses later. Right now, they were feeling the full depth of love for the first time. And neither wanted to move from the moment.
Chapter Fifteen
“You’re saying that you could actually feel Beckham’s emotions?” Washington asked. He rubbed his hands together and looked giddy. “Not just felt an increase in your own emotions but distinguished your emotions from his?”
“Yes,” Reyna said. “It was definitely different.”
“What triggered this?”
A blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks.
“Oh,” Washington said. “I see.”
“Also blood,” Reyna added. “He drank my blood.”
“Good. He needs to. Where is he anyway?”
Reyna waved her hand. “Preparing. Do you have any theories about this? Do you think it’s the blood? Does it mean when he drinks my blood it’s amplified?”
“It’s possible. But of course many things are possible in this scenario.”
“Yeah. I mean, the first time he sensed me was when Penny was having her mayoral banquet. He hadn’t drank my blood in months at that time.”
