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I shivered, beyond horny, needing his hand back down there.

“I’d like some more, please,” he whispered.

I licked my lips. “Take whatever you want.”

You’re an idiot.

Whatever. I was an idiot in desperate need of an orgasm.

The vampire dropped to his knees, making short work of my jeans and boxers, yanking them down to my ankles, my aching dick happy to be free.

“So beautiful,” he spoke at my boner.

I giggled and he devoured me with zero ceremony, wrapping his lips around me, taking every inch of me down to my balls.

“Fuck…” I gasped.

His hands slid up my legs, resting on my bare thighs as he rocked back and forth. I curled my fingers into his silky black hair, relishing every second, cocooned in pleasure.

My mind emptied of all thoughts, the space reserved only for him. He was my everything in this moment, the commander of my desires, a storm I relished being lost in.

This wasn’t just any blow job, it was a Silvanus blow job. His mouth was a heavenly vice, his tongue and lips and the little bit of teeth divine tools. He knew what to do to me, a complete master of working a body into unbridled ecstasy.

“Fuck… Silvanus… Fuck…”

He moaned around me, upping his head game, digging his fingers into my flesh.

I tugged on his hair, my head thrown back, my balls tightening.

“Fuck… Yes… Yes…”

More swimming in those stars, electricity racing everywhere, inside and out. Going to that opulent place of yumminess, past the point of no return.

Just where I wanted to be.

I slapped my hand over my mouth, crying into my palm as I came inside him, firing jet after jet of liquid heat down his throat. And he drank deeply, using his hand to stroke every remaining drop from me until I gave out, sliding to the ground.

The debilitating effects of the afterglow rendered me a lump of gooey happiness distracted from reality.

He loomed above me, something like regret on his face.

Oof. That killed off the post-BJ joy. “What…what’s wrong?”

Erm, did I need to ask? He regretted crossing this line again.

I guess I did too, since I felt the regret creeping in.

Strength returning, I hiked up my boxers and jeans, but stayed on the ground. “I’m sorry.”

He crouched before me. “What for?”

“My part in this.” I pointed at my crotch.

“I started it.” It was his turn to take my hands into his. “You’re irresistible.”

Do it again. “Let’s not use words like that. Especially when I want to return the favor.”

Shit. Why did I have to let my mouth open and say things?