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)
After a few minutes, he pulls me up, bends me over, and reaches around, stroking me with his fingers to make sure I’m warmed up enough before pushing inside me. I cling to the bar in the shower as he fucks me, and we come at nearly the same time again.
Once out of the shower, I climb into bed still wrapped in my towel. Xavier gets in next to me, large body curling around mine. He pulls the fluffy comforter over us, and I’m asleep in just minutes.
“Morning,” I say groggily, blinking my eyes a few times. The room is dark, making me think it’s still night. I have to remind myself it’s light tight. There’s a nightlight in the bathroom, giving off just enough light so I can see.
“Good morning.” Xavier is sitting up in bed next to me, holding a book with one hand. It must be nice to see in the dark like that.
“What time is it?”
“It’s almost one PM.”
“I can’t believe I slept so long.”
“You needed the rest.”
I stretch and sit up. The damp towel isn’t in bed anymore, and there’s a shopping bag on the desk on the wall opposite us. Getting out of bed to pee, I stop and peer inside the bag.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d need, so I had a few things delivered,” Xavier says.
A smile comes to my face and I turn, looking at him and feeling so fucking much. “Thank you.” I grab the bag and go into the bathroom. There are lounge clothes, toiletries, a hair brush, and clean socks in the bag. After going pee, I brush my teeth, brush the tangles out of my hair and braid it, and then put on the most comfortable set of matching sweats.
“Are you hungry?” Xavier asks as I get back into bed, grabbing a water bottle from the dresser. I chug half of it before I answer.
“Yes. Starving.”
“We can order room service.”
“That sounds amazing.” I tuck myself back in and scan the QR code to order food. We have sex while we wait for the food and it’s just as amazing as last night. The rumors about vampire-sex being better than human-sex are true. I want to text Mabel and gossip with her about this, which is weird because I’ve never had a girlfriend to say such things to before. It’s been a world of firsts since I got sold like cattle to the Malus family, and it’s crazy how things have turned out.
Xavier and I decide on a show to watch while I stuff my face, and then I fall asleep again after we binge three episodes. We have sex again when I wake up, and this time it’s slow and gentle, lasting nearly an hour of just laying in bed, making each other feel good.
We end up finishing the first season of the show. I ordered dinner, and am content to be snuggled in Xavier’s arms, doing something so mundane like this for a change. I’m dozing off when his phone rings. He sits up just enough to silence the call, and then we both end up falling asleep. I don’t know how much sleep vampires need, but it has to be significantly less than humans.
His phone ring again wakes us both up, and he frowns when he sees the name on the screen.
“Theo,” Xavier answers, annoyance clear in his tone. He keeps his hand on me, slowly moving his fingers toward my core. His demeanor changes as he listens to whatever Theo is saying and the energy shift sends a chill through me. We both sit up at the same time.
“What do you mean, she’s missing?” Xavier asks and my blood goes cold. My heart thumps in my chest as I wait, desperate for information. Every second that passes feels like forever. Finally, Xavier ends the call.
“What’s wrong?” I rush out.
“Mabel,” he says, brows pinching together. “She went out last night and never came home.”
CHAPTER 43
I’ve never been inside a vampire-safe car before. It’s one that has blacked out windows so no sunlight can get through. It’s odd and feels suffocating for some reason, though part of that could be my anxiety. The sun is just now setting and by the time the plane touches down in Charlotte, the sun will be down enough for vampires to roam.
Xavier’s been on the phone, and I know we both feel helpless. We’re almost to the airport and then we’re an hour and a half ride away. It’s really not that long, but it feels like forever, similar to the ride here. But there is more urgency now. I’m on the edge of my seat, waiting for Xavier to get off the phone so I can bombard him with questions.
I’m assuming he’s been talking to Theo or Ezekiel because he’s been talking in Spanish this whole time, so low and fast I can only make out a few words. He finally puts the phone down when we get to the airport. We’ll disembark in a light-tight area and board our private jet safely.