Page 93 of No One’s Daughter

My orgasm was building like a wave, impossible to stop, huge and all consuming.

“Come for me, Ailsa,” he gritted out, my name on his lips sounding like a prayer. “Give me everything you have.”

Fuck.

That did it.

I let go and surrendered.

My orgasm ripped through me without warning—violent, exquisite, endless. My body convulsed around his thick cock and a scream caught in my throat, coming out as a shattered cry. My vision swam as pleasure drowned me entirely.

At the exact same moment, he buried himself deep and I felt his cock twitch as he spilled himself inside me with a low, rough grunt.

For a moment, neither of us moved. Our ragged breathing and thundering hearts the only sound.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice soft, rough-edged against my hair as his body relaxed against mine. “So fucking beautiful.”

I wasn’t sure how to take that. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had called me beautiful, and coming from him made it all the more jarring.

Did he really mean that?

He pulled out and I had expected him to leave, but instead he rolled onto his back and pulled me close so I was tucked in under his chin.

Awareness suddenly crept back in, and the reality of what we’d just done settled over me.

We’d fucked.

It was never supposed to have gone this far.

But, why was it that, here in his arms—naked and vulnerable—I felt the safest I’d been since this whole thing had started. And maybe long before.

Neither of us said a word, like we were both aware that once we did the spell would be broken.

And we had both needed this more than either of us cared to admit.

So we lay there in silence, chests still heaving from the exertion, sweat cooling in each other’s embrace.

I didn’t know what this meant for us.

There was no us beyond captor and captive… right?

No, there couldn’t be. This was a one-time thing.

It meant nothing.

So why was I still in his arms, listening to the rhythmic soft thud of his heart beneath my head.

​I searched his face for some semblance of regret or hate, but all I found was him with his eyes closed. It wasn’t until then that I realised I'd never seen him as relaxed as this, this peaceful. Unguarded. Not some scary, deadly vampire.

Just a beautiful sleeping man.

How had I let this happen?

I really didn’t hate him at all.

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Davien