Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Why?”
“Do you argue about everything?”
“Basically.”
The pull was so strong that I dug my toes into the carpet, forcing myself to stay where I was.
“Because I want to hold you,” he ground out.
“Hold me?”
I watched in fascination as his tongue briefly slid out to wet his bottom lip. The fire under my skin flared. “It’ll help.”
His body was unnaturally still as we stared at each other. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I didn’t move, he would continue to stand there. Comprehension finally hit as I glanced down his body. Whatever I was feeling, he was feeling it too. But he was still leaving it in my hands. I held the power.
As soon as the decision was made, I was moving. Five steps separated us, but they felt like a mile as I launched myself toward him. He didn’t falter as our bodies collided, and I practically climbed him like a tree.
The relief was instantaneous as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I groaned as his hands gripped my ass, holding me in place.
“Fuck me,” he breathed, the tendons in his neck bulging as he tipped his face toward the ceiling.
I was beyond caring about what he was doing or feeling. The relief was so good, the feel of him like the best massage I’d ever had wrapped in the best orgasm. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to burrow under his skin and live there. I didn’t understand how all of it worked or what the hell was wrong with me, but I didn’t care. He was the antidote to everything, and I needed more.
Tightening my thighs around his waist, I let go of his neck and pressed his jaw between my hands, tilting his face toward mine. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as his breath feathered over my face.
He smelled like winter. Peppermint and pine.
I didn’t even know I was crying until he reached up to gently wipe away the tears with his thumbs.
“I need more,” I rasped out as he walked further into the room and sat down on my couch, his arm around my waist.
He swallowed hard and nodded. “I know.”
“This is really embarrassing,” I muttered. I didn’t let go of him, though.
“Most natural thing in the world,” he corrected, his voice tight.
“But I don’t—” I gasped and forgot what I was about to say as his face dipped and his lips ran from my chin to my jaw. “More.”
His fingers burrowed into my hair, and everything in me clenched as he jerked my head back, his mouth running down my throat.
Half of me begged him to keep going, knowing that we weren’t even close to slaking this thing between us, but the other half of me was screaming that a predator’s teeth were at my fucking neck.
“Mine,” he muttered against my throat, a shudder running through his body.
I let out a groan of disappointment as he pulled away, holding our faces just inches apart.
“Better?” he asked quietly.
“It’s not gone,” I replied, my voice as low as his.
He nodded shallowly, his gaze softening. “It’ll never be gone.”
“What?” I whispered. Panic struck like a needle in my chest.
“It’ll get better, Reese. It won’t always be this bad.” He swallowed. “But it won’t ever go away entirely.”
“That’s insane.”
“It’s how we’re made.”
“It’s not how I’m made,” I argued angrily. I couldn’t even imagine spending the rest of my life with my skin crawling and fire in my veins. I could manage it for a while, but eventually, I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.
“It is how you’re made,” he replied, his hands in my hair tightening. “Or you wouldn’t be grinding your pussy into my cock five minutes after you invited me in. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
“You’re a fucking dick,” I said in surprise, jerking against his hands.
I wasn’t sure why I did it. It wasn’t as if I’d let go myself. If it was up to me, he’d stay right where he was forever. Under me. Over me. Around me. Preferably with his mouth shut.
“I’m yours,” he replied easily, his hand gently sliding out of my hair. It drifted down my neck, over my collarbone, to my breast, the tips of his fingers toying with my nipple.
“Whoa,” I gasped, my hips jerking. “It’s worse now.”
Heat poured through me like lava, each point of contact between us the only relief.
“I think it’ll get worse until we fuck,” he replied, pinching my nipple between his fingers.
“You think?”
“It’s never been this bad before,” he muttered, his breath hitching.
“Before?” What did he mean before? Didn’t Vampires only have one mate?
My train of thought broke into a thousand pieces as his hand slid down my belly, jerking my panties to the side. His other hand tightened in my hair, forcing me to lean up.