Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
I’d take my time with her too. Lay her on the bed next to us, spread her out and worship every inch of her delicate skin. I wouldn’t bite her until I was deep inside her and she was begging me to. I’d make her come on my tongue first, then my fingers, and only when I was certain she was primed for me would I slide into her heat, pumping into her until she was limp with pleasure—
Aurora jerks back, eyes lust-hazed as she blinks a few times and looks up at me. My blood dribbles from the corner of her mouth, and I swear I might come from the sight.
“Saint,” she says my name with an edge of need to it. “You…you…”
Oh, fuck me. The vision I conjured for her shifted, revealing to her my fantasies where she’s the star.
“I’m sorry—”
Aurora climbs into my lap so fast I can’t track it, and her mouth is on mine even faster. Instinct has my arms encircling her, drawing her flush against me.
Goddamn, she tastes like a dream. Her flavor mixed with my blood is intoxicating. She slips her tongue between my lips, demanding and needy. And fuck me if I don’t open for her. I can’t deny her.
She arches against me, her hands framing my face as she kisses me like she’s starved for me. Like my kiss is bringing her life. I wrap my arms tight around her, relishing the feel of her against me. I take control of the kiss, sliding my fingers into her silken hair, tilting her head back to take her mouth at a better angle.
“Saint.” She says my name like a plea, and I’m helpless against her call.
Nothing has ever felt like this. This is fire, an inferno I want to burn in every single night for the rest of forever. This delicate, beautiful female is my world, my undoing, my everything. Her taste is my newest addiction, her little sighs my favorite sound.
I rub my tongue against hers before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. She trembles atop me, whimpering slightly when I do it again. That sound has my head emptying. There’s nothing else in existence beyond this kiss. Beyond this incredible creature who somehow trusts me enough to get this reckless with me.
Fuck. This is reckless.
I kiss her again, harder and longer, before jerking away.
“Aurora.”
Her breasts graze my chest, her eyes hooded, her fangs still punched out.
“You need more.” I turn my head, gently nudging her mouth toward my neck. “Take what you need from me.”
Her fangs sink into my neck without hesitation. Lightning crackles beneath my skin as she sucks my blood into her mouth. My cock is rock hard and pulsing in time with my heartbeat, her bite the best sensation in the world.
She rocks her hips over me as she sips from my neck, chasing that need. My hands fly to her hips, holding her there but not stopping her. She’s finally giving in to her instincts, and the last thing I want to do is deter her from them. And fuck me, I just want her to keep doing it. She feels so damn good rocking against me. The mere fabric separating us is the only thing stopping me from sinking into her and making her come so many times no one will ever be able to replace me.
“You’re doing so good.” The words wrench out of me, my entire body flexed against the instinct to take control. To slip my hands beneath her clothes and send her flying over the edge. She’s drinking from me with no help from my visions. She’s feeding because she needs to, because she wants to, and I’m the lucky fuck she trusts enough to do it with.
“Saint. You taste so good.” She moans while she drinks, swallowing more of me down.
My head swims and my fingers start to tingle. My little vampire is starved for me.
Not my anything. I need to get that out of my head, but all my instincts are shouting at me, demanding the opposite.
Aurora draws back, tilting her head toward the ceiling with a contented sigh before looking at me. We’re nose to nose as she straddles my lap, and I can’t tell what’s sexier, the feel of her atop me or the blood-tinted lips that are swollen from my kiss.
“Better?” I ask, my voice low and rough.
She nods slowly, her body relaxed, like she has no intention of moving. Her eyes trail to my neck, then my wrist, the wounds on each. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “You can lick these closed, or if you don’t want—”
She immediately laps the wounds, drawing a pleasure strained hiss from me as she draws back to look at me again. “Like that?” she asks.
I blow out a breath, nodding.