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The simple touch has me groaning; every stroke of his finger makes the fire in my soul turn into a raging inferno.

“What would I have done without my family?” His rough palms drift down my chest, the calloused fingertips plucking at my nipples.

“Oh, fuck!” I shout, grabbing onto his shoulders when my cock twitches and come shoots across Alaska’s shirt.

He cleans the droplet with his digit, sucking it into his mouth.

“I’m so sensitive.”

“It’s because you’re a vampire now. Everything will be more intense. Everything. Are you sure you want to do this now? Here? We can go home first. You have been through something horrific⁠—”

I cut him off with a hard kiss, my tongue plunging into his mouth. I wrap a hand around his long, thick shaft and stroke him. “I feel better than I ever have,” I mumble against his lips. “I’m going to fuck you right here, so this place has better memories.”

Pressing a hand against his chest, I shove him down on the ground.

A little too hard.

The rock cracks under him, and I hold my breath, worried I might have hurt him when come drools onto my knuckles from his tip.

Oh.

He likes it.

“It’s going to take a lot more to hurt me than that, Honeybee. Do your worst,” he challenges.

I tug off my pants, slick dripping from my hole. If I can’t get him inside me soon, I might die. At least, that’s what it feels like.

The chill in the air doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s because I’m a vampire. Maybe it’s because the space is tight and our bodies are keeping us warm. I don’t care.

All I care about is the man beneath me.

Alaska stays dressed for the most part. The only part I need is standing tall, wide, and proud. My thumb brushes over the precome beading on his slit, and I wipe it free, sucking it into my mouth.

Is this how vampires feel for their mates every day? All I want to do is fuck him.

And fuck him.

And fuck him.

Then drink from him.

And fuck him all over again.

I slide off my pants just enough to ride my mate’s cock. His hand grips my ass, and he bites his bottom lip, his fangs causing red, bloody scratches. They heal right before my eyes.

“I don’t know what I would have done without seeing this body every day.”

I grip his cock while he spreads my cheeks apart. His crown presses against my entrance. I don’t wait. I’m not human anymore. I don’t have to worry about being hurt. I slam down on him, taking him in one full stroke.

We both cry out in unison when he’s at the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” I moan, reaching above my head to grab one of the roots for leverage.

“And you’re so goddamn tight. I’m not going to last very long. Not right now,” he warns. “Not when I came too close to losing you.”

“It will take so much more than death to keep me away from you, Sunshine.” I roll my hips and toss my head back, crying out to the cage that keeps us locked away from the world.

His gigantic hands grip my waist, and that sense of feeling so much smaller than him invades me. I become wetter.