Oh, Isabella. How much I wanted your soul to live forever. With me.
Her mouth opened up a little more, caressing my lips with her own. Our mouths intertwined as our tongues writhed rhythmically against each other. She moaned softly, her breasts pushing against me, beckoning me to touch them.
It was pure lust for her. She didn’t have the time to feel anything else for me, while I…
Two hundred and fifty years, Isabella. I’d fallen for you two hundred and fifty years ago.
Had she known how many times I’d waited for her to come back only to have her for a few years before she’d die again, she would have felt me, felt safe with me, known how much she meant to me.
And hopefully, loved me.
She paused for breath, her eyes half-opened with arousal as they met mine. “See? I didn’t have a panic attack. It’s just my heart that’s about to stop from that kiss.”
I took a deep breath, the smell of her wetness filling my nostrils, sending a nagging pulse in my cock. “I understand you just need to feel pleasure, have a good time to erase this heavy day. And I’m more than delighted to provide that for you. The truth is I need this probably more than you do. But before I take this any further, I want you to know, whatever you’re thinking or suspecting, I would never hurt you, Isabella. I would do anything I possibly could to keep you safe and happy.”
Not waiting for a reply, I kissed her harder, my cock aching to be freed. I could not wait to be inside her again, feel her tightness around me, make good love to her and show her how much she meant to me.
Now that the time had arrived, I couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer. I pushed her jacket off her shoulders, careful not to rip it off. Then I pulled her blouse up over her head and threw it to the side.
I savored the sight of her breasts in that bra before I undid it and let them hang bare in front of me.
She gasped. “Can you turn off the lights?”
Perplexed for a second of the sudden request, I almost snorted. Why would any woman that beautiful ask not to be seen? Then I saw it.
The scars. On her abdomen, chest and arms. Some were faded, some barely healed.
She sheltered her body with her arms. “Please?”
“No.” I held her tense body so hard before she’d think my pause had anything to do with her body. It was my rage that I was attempting to control, the bloody images of my needed vengeance over that piece of shit that hurt the woman I loved. If I lost it now, I’d lose her, too. I just couldn’t let that happen, not after she was finally in my arms.
“You’re beautiful. Perfect just the way you are.” I looked at her so she could see I meant every word. “You don’t ever have to hide anything from me. Do you hear me?”
She eased in my embrace. I savored her lips one more time, unable to keep my hands to myself. I filled one hand with her breast, stoking it slowly, rotating my thumb over her nipple, carefully observing how it was affecting her. Her moans of passion grew, and her hands were tugging at my t-shirt. I shrugged off my jacket and slipped the t-shirt over my head for her.
“Wow.” Her fingertips glided up my abdomen, feeling the contours of the muscles and reaching my chest, tracing my tattoo.
The talsam that allowed me to walk in the sun. Courtesy of the devil himself when I and the shifters had made the deal with him. The agreement that brought Rena back to life. I got to not turn into ash under the sun, and they got to shift on demand.
“You got a very nice...tattoo.” The softness of her touch was too much to bear. I moaned quietly, my need for her mounting painfully.
“You’re so hot, Professor,” she murmured.
The way she saidProfessordrove me crazy every time. I wanted to take this slow, but she was making it impossible. With a hiss, I yanked her up in my arms, her breasts bouncing in my face. Then I placed her on the counter, lifting up her skirt in the same move.
A quivering gasp escaped her, but then she smiled. “So strong, too.”
My hands slid up the sides of her thighs. “And you are so extremely sexy…and naughty…Professor.”
She bit her lip, the smell of her arousal more intense. “You like it when I call you that?”
“I do.” I ripped off her panties swiftly, and she gasped again. I spread her legs with my hand, the other wet with her juices from drenched lace. “So much.”
My gaze fell between her thighs, at the trickling trail her desire for me had left. Between that and the panties in my hand, I didn’t know how much willpower I had left. I needed my cock inside her pussy and my teeth in her veins.
A groan ripped from my throat, and I went on my knees, burying my face inside her. A delicious shiver engulfed me as my tongue took that first taste. It wasn’t any different from Rena’s. Same old sweetness that blurred my sanity and turned me into a hungry predator.
My mind and body began to surrender to the pleasure. I pushed my tongue into her slit, into the wetness and slurped the mind blowing nectar. She gushed heavier, and I was at the mercy of her immaculate scent. I inhaled sharply, over and over again, growing harder as I smelled and ate her pussy, lapping the juices into my mouth.
