Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Not stopping there, Xavier scoops me up and brings me into his lap so I’m straddling him. Every inch of him is pressing against the tight confines of his pants, and I desperately claw at the buttons of his dress shirt, needing to strip him bare and have him—all of him.
Feeling the same urgency, he stands up, keeping me in his arms. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He starts walking forward. I don’t know nor care where he’s going. All I care about is feeling him push that big dick inside of me.
Peeling my face off his for just a second, I see we’re in front of a mausoleum. Xavier holds me close to his chest and kicks the door in. It swings open, coming to a creaking stop. He brings me inside, and I blink a few times, eyes adjusting to the dark. Moonlight streams through an arched window, casting the shadow of a large cross on the middle of the floor. Xavier tears a large religious tapestry from the wall and folds it in half, laying it on the floor.
He lays me down and moves over top, going between my legs. I finish unbuttoning his shirt and yank it off him, then go right for his pants. In a mad scramble, I get his belt undone. He sits me up and takes my dress off and then hastily takes off his pants, pausing to look over my naked body. There’s just enough light in here to illuminate the look on his face, and it almost does me in.
Fangs showing, he is a beautiful and intimidating man. He might say he’s a monster instead of a man, and maybe he’s right. Maybe vampires are monsters. Dark magic flows through their veins, moving their blood instead of a heart. But if he’s a monster, then so am I, because the same darkness is in my blood.
I widen my legs, welcoming him between, positioning him to push inside me. He brings himself down on his elbows, mouth going to my neck. My lips part and I gasp, nails pressing into the flesh on his back. His fangs go to my neck, and all it will take is one movement to have him inside me—both his cock and his fangs.
And I know once we cross that line, there’s no going back.
CHAPTER 41
I arch my back, driven by lust. He pushes inside me and bites down, fangs penetrating my skin.
I cry out, overcome by how good it feels to have his cock inside me and by the weird sensation of bleeding into his mouth. He thrusts in and slowly pulls out until only the tip of his cock is left inside me. He waits a second and then pushes all the way in again, hitting a spot inside me that feels so fucking good.
He takes his mouth off my neck and lifts his head, looking into my eyes. I slit my eyes open and see the moonlight hitting his face, and my blood shines as a bead of it rolls down his chin. A soft moan escapes my lips, and Xavier puts his mouth back to my neck, sucking more blood. His tongue circles the little wounds, and it feels amazing in the weirdest way.
His cock fills every inch of me, and I’m still so wound up, still so sensitive from before, I know it won’t take me long to come. I’ve never had sex with anyone who makes me feel so safe, who so overtly worships me and would do anything to keep me safe.
Who kills for me.
The emotion only adds to it, and I’m gripping Xavier’s body tightly, legs fastened around him as he continues fucking me, rocking me back and forth, his cock hitting at just the right angle.
“I’m so close,” I pant and he takes his mouth off me and puts his fingers over the bite wounds. He sits up, moving so fast I hardly know what’s happening. He switches positions so he’s knelt down, legs folded under him as if he’s about to stand up.
I sink down deeper onto his cock, gripping his shoulders as I ride him. His hand goes from my neck to my sides, crushing my breasts against his firm chest. A coil tightens inside me and I hold my breath, feeling it get tighter and tighter until I come, loudly crying out in pleasure from the release.
Xavier stands, keeping me against him, and pushes me up against the wall. There’s a statue of a saint next to me, but I don’t fucking care. Xavier widens his stance, holding onto my thighs as he fucks me hard and fast. My head falls back, hair tangling with the golden embossed letters of the names of the deceased who have been laid to rest right behind us.