Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Kismet. Fate. Destiny.
All of it.
I get the hype. I get the yearn. I get the burn.
This…this is what life is about.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice the shakiest it’s ever been. It’s nothing of the strength, power, and grit vampires are known for—but its significance is so much more.
This level of openness and consideration for another is far more impressive than a record speed, weight lifted, or ruthlessness will ever be.
“Yes, Cal. Please,” Romy begs. “Give me more. Give me all of you. I need it desperately.”
Moving slowly, I stroke in and out until the needy grasp of her fingernails grows. She scratches at my back and my arms and my chest, and the keen of her wail is growing almost too loud to conceal.
I take her mouth with mine, swallowing it down, and upping my tempo as I do. Each drive of my hard cock makes her breasts bounce against my chest and tiny gasps of air escape from her lungs.
But then she shocks the ever-loving-shit out of me by taking my hand and placing it on her neck, forcing my fingers to feel the pounding pulse near her throat. “Do it again,” she begs. “Drink my blood.”
My cock jumps inside her, the excitement almost too much to contain, but also, this is Romy. My Romy. The last thing I want to do is put her at risk. “Romy, no. I can’t.”
“Please,” she pleads, grabbing at my shoulders and pulling me even closer to her. “Just a little bit. I need to know what it feels like to have you feed off me while you’re inside me.”
I shut my eyes. “Romy.”
But she places both of her hands to my cheeks and forces me to meet her desperate gaze. “I need it, Cal. I need it more than I need anything right now.”
I want to deny her, but I can’t fucking deny her.
Mouth to her neck, I rub my lips against her neck, and let my nose inhale the undeniably addictive scent of her blood. Her pulse thrums beneath my tongue, and I can only hold back for a good three seconds before I sink my teeth into her skin.
Her blood floods my mouth, the delicious taste of it hitting my tongue and sending a flood of pleasure through my veins.
She moans and her breaths come out in erratic pants, and I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard in my entire fucking life.
I drive myself deeper and deeper, and she responds by wrapping her legs around my hips and moving her body in rhythm with mine. Her lips are parted and her eyes are hooded, and she’s so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.
I feed and fuck and make love to her all at the same time.
I taste her blood and fill her with my cock, and I release my teeth from her skin when I can tell we’re both on the precipice.
She shakes and moans, and as the pressure of pleasure’s explosion builds in my spine, so does her grip on my shoulders.
Physically, I could go all night and never tire. But emotionally, I need the completion more than she needs her next breath.
I need to fill her with my come. Every cell inside my body wants to breed her, wants to fill her belly with my baby, wants to make her mine in every fucking way I can.
As she crashes over the edge again, cascading into pleasure and climax and relief, I drive my cock as far as I can go and come deep inside her, marking her, claiming her, making her mine forever.
And the bond between us seals like a closing door.
Here, like this, as one with her, I am complete.
“Romy.”
“Yes?”
“I love you,” I tell her, even though those words don’t even come close to what I feel for her. “Body, mind, soul, fucking everything. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers back.
“And thank you.”
She quirks an eyebrow.
“For the greatest gift I’ve ever been given in my life.”
She giggles lightly before shrugging. Her joke is soft and loving as she says, “You’re welcome.”
I gently tuck her hair behind her ear, touch my lips to hers, but then freeze.
My head snaps toward the door, every instinct in me shifting in an instant. There are extra footsteps in the hall, and I fear the perfect cocoon we’ve been living in has just fallen from the fucking tree.
“Fuck. Someone’s coming,” I say so quickly, it’s harsh. My hands tighten on her body, unwilling to let go.
I don’t move right away. Every part of me is screaming to stay, to damn the consequences and keep her exactly where she belongs. With me.
But I have to. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I have to go.”
She nods fervently, even as her fingers clutch at me for a half second longer.