Page 175 of Blood of the Fairest

"Me too," I murmur.

Kissing her beauty spot again, I pull out of her. We both groan at the feeling. My heart is still racing as I lay beside her, bewildered by all that pleasure.

Verena arches a playful brow at me, reaching out to trace my jaw. "So, Mr. Shakespeare. How was your first hookup?"

Hookup?

I can't help the laugh that escapes me at the preposterous implication that this was anything fleeting.

Normally, I would tell Verena how incredibly wrong she is if she thinks she'll ever get rid of me now.

But I feel lighter than I ever have, so I just turn my head to see her better.

Her warm touch leaves my jaw to trace my cheekbone and nose, and my eyes shut as I smile.

"I've never felt that alive before."

"Glad to hear it," she laughs. "After all, I aim to please."

A contented sigh escapes me as Verena's warm touch traces over my lips, nose, jaw, brows, and everywhere else. I want this moment to stretch into eternity.

It's hell, knowing I will fade so soon with the full moon.

"Have you gone to search for your body by yourself?" she wonders out loud.

"That would be a waste of time better spent admiring you, considering I have no idea what I look like."

The sudden absence of her divine touch makes me frown. I open my eyes and start to protest, but she's already sitting up with a scoff, taking my hand.

"What? Come on, Beetle Juice."

Verena leads me from the bed toward the gilded mirror. I know what we'll find, but I still follow because I very much enjoy the view walking behind her naked body.

If she ever offers me a strip show again, I'm taking it. I don't care how torturous it will be to have no release—Verena's bare beauty is too addictive to turn down ever again.

When we stop in front of the mirror, she blinks. Her image in the glass is just as tantalizing as her presence, but no one else is reflected in the mirror with her.

"You have no reflection."

"None," I agree, wrapping my arms around her and kissing down her jaw and neck.

"Huh. And here I thought I was the vampire," she says in the tone of a joke.

All I have to do is stop kissing her shoulder to sigh heavily, and she laughs.

"I know. For the millionth time, you have no idea what I'm talking about. Just accept my otherworldly magnificence and move on, Pretty Boy."

My cock is already stiff again, pressing against the hot crease of her ass. It's such an erotic sight that I groan and rest my forehead against her shoulder, angling my hips forward to watch my stiffness slide forward and back over her backside.

I'm ready for another round, as she calls it, but Verena tips her head, seeming momentarily distracted.

"My bite mark is gone."

"Bite mark?"

"On my lip. That's so weird. How did⁠—"

She's interrupted by a knock at the door. I go still, abruptly wondering if some guard overheard Verena's delicious cries earlier and is here, hoping to glimpse her lingering, flushed glow from the fucking.