They’re not wrong about how powerful this feels. But I highly doubt it feels this way with the wrong person.
I cannot imagine that anything could feel like this ever, with anyone else at all.
Cal
Romy’s blood sings across my tongue before gliding down my throat with both ease and excitement. As a loyal follower of the law, and a purist in my vampire ideals, this is the first time I’ve tasted the blood of a human before. Knowing it belongs to my fated mate—indescribable.
I imagine this is the magic of sharing a first time with your spouse on your wedding night for a human male—or hell, maybe it’s better.
I guess I’ll never know beyond my own experience, and for that, I’m actually grateful.
This moment. This bond. It’s incomparable, just as destiny intended.
Cutting off the flow with a swipe of my tongue well before Romy would get dizzy or depleted, I crawl up her body until my hips fall between hers. She’s breathing heavily, but her eyes are alight with pleasure.
“All right?” I ask softly, touching my lips to hers with a gentle peck.
“All right?” she repeats with a laugh. “Yeah. It was all right. Freaking hell.”
I laugh, admittedly feeling a little cocky. “That good?”
“World-changing,” she replies, her voice devoid of even an ounce of humor. Leaning down, I take her mouth in another kiss, this one deeper, sweeter, and longer.
“For us both,” I declare as soon as the kiss breaks. “Your pleasure. My pleasure…”
“Our pleasure,” she says, picking up my lead beautifully.
Pants gone in one blink of her eyes, I sink my hard cock inside her in one slow stroke. Her pussy is tight around me like a vise, and she gasps when I push through the final barrier and fill her completely.
But once every inch of my cock is fully seated inside her, I watch in fascination as her eyes fall closed in rapture.
“Cal…” she whispers, her warm breath brushing my skin. “This is…this is…”
“The best thing I’ve ever felt.” I don’t know if it’s her thought or mine or a combination of both. But they are the truest words I’ve spoken in this lifetime.
Romy and I, together, are magic.
Kismet. Fate. Destiny.
All of it.
I get the hype. I get the yearn. I get the burn.
This…thisis what life is about.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice the shakiest it’s ever been. It’s nothing of the strength, power, and grit vampires are known for—but its significance is so much more.
This level of openness and consideration for another is far more impressive than a record speed, weight lifted, or ruthlessness will ever be.
“Yes, Cal. Please,” Romy begs. “Give me more. Give me all of you. I need it desperately.”
Moving slowly, I stroke in and out until the needy grasp of her fingernails grows. She scratches at my back and my arms and my chest, and the keen of her wail is growing almost too loud to conceal.
I take her mouth with mine, swallowing it down, and upping my tempo as I do. Each drive of my hard cock makes her breasts bounce against my chest and tiny gasps of air escape from her lungs.
But then she shocks the ever-loving-shit out of me by taking my hand and placing it on her neck, forcing my fingers to feel the pounding pulse near her throat. “Do it again,” she begs. “Drink my blood.”
My cock jumps inside her, the excitement almost too much to contain, but also, this is Romy. My Romy. The last thing I want to do is put her at risk. “Romy, no. I can’t.”
