Page 88 of Vameer

Marked with the evidence of pain, there is no denying that the vampire before me is a warrior.

He’s—

Lust pebbles my skin.

He’s hard.

And…

I press my lips together.

He’s wearing basketball shorts like they’re painted-on boxer briefs. And there is nowhere for Vameer to hide the giant dick trying to escape the fraying fabric.

Our heartbeat is fast. Racing. But mine tries to go even faster.

He steps closer. “I will control myself.”

“I won’t,” I breathe the confession.

Vameer smirks as he grabs the hem of my shirt.

I lift my arms, and he pulls it off.

The shirt is tossed aside, and Vameer’s purr fills the room.

I’m wearing nothing beneath.

“Perfection.” Big hands gently grip my sides. “My Rune.” His words send a shiver across my skin.

His hands move down.

When his fingers hook into the band of my shorts, I press my hands to his bare chest.

He stops moving. “Do you want me to slow down?”

I shake my head, my center already dripping with readiness.

“Let me hear your voice.” He pulls my shorts down an inch. “I have waited centuries.”

His fingers hook into the top of my panties, and he pulls them, and my shorts, down another inch.

I swallow. “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before.”

Vameer closes his eyes.

He looks still. But I feel a rumble in the floor as the room flares with the sharp scent of ozone.

And I swear I can feel possession in our beating hearts.

“That was my first kiss,” I confess quietly.

He opens his eyes. “I will be your only.”

I nod.

And he rips the material from my body.

I gasp as he lifts me, then drops me onto the bed.