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)
“Saint.”
Scratch that, her saying my name like that is what makes life worth living.
She takes another mouthful, her hips rocking over me. She gasps as my hard cock scrapes against the too-thin barrier of her pajama shorts. Then she does it again. Drinking and rocking over me, chasing the two pleasures with abandon.
Fuck, she’s perfect. I love watching her let go, watching her submit to the demands of her body, her instincts. It’s beautiful and intoxicating at the same time. My fingers slip under the tiny tank top she’s wearing, brushing the bare skin of her back. I’d give anything to peel these thin layers from her body and slowly make her sigh my name for an entirely different reason.
“Yes, please,” she says, drawing back to look at me.
I blink, my head spinning both from her bite and the blood loss. “Shit. I didn’t mean to send that fantasy to you.” I slipped up. Again. I’ve spent too much time in her mind, connected to her in ways I’ve never been connected to another being. It’s too easy to share things with her like this.
“I’m happy you did.” Her eyes are lust-hazed and needy, her lips stained red with my blood. “I want you to do those things you were thinking about.”
My body locks up like a statue.
“Please,” she begs. “I need you.”
“You need someone gentle,” I argue, despite knowing I’ll be whatever she needs me to be.
“I need you, Saint. Just you. Please. I ache. Your blood, your scent, your kiss. It’s all I can think about.”
Fuck me. She has me at her absolute mercy.
“You need to lick me.” I tilt my head to the side, exposing the still-open bite.
The most adorable blush brushes her cheeks at my demand.
I smirk. “You’re asking me to peel your clothes off and make you come, but me telling you to lick me makes you blush?”
She parts her lips, flustered.
“Lick me, Aurora.” I demand. “You need to seal the wounds closed if you want me to take this one step further.”
She immediately licks the bite holes, her tongue lapping over me in one long tease that sends lightning down my spine.
I move faster than she can follow, pressing her back onto the soft mattress, me on my knees above her. Not an ounce of fear comes off her as I run my hands over her skin, relishing every single place we connect. Instead, she arches into my slow exploration, gasping as I graze my hand over her breasts, back and forth until her nipples are peaked beneath the fabric.
“You like that?” I ask, needing her words of consent and confirmation before I continue.
“I like you touching me,” she says. “In any way. All ways.”
I’m harder than granite, my cock begging me to sink inside her heat and forget every rule I’ve put in place when it comes to her. I can’t give in. For her, I have to keep my control.
But she’s aching not only for my blood, but for a release. I can give her that. I can take the edge off for her so she’s not in pain. That’s all it has to be.
Slowly, I hike up her tank top, and she takes over halfway, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Her breasts are bare, and I groan at the sight before I bend down and take one of her nipples into my mouth. I suck on it until it’s rosy and pert for me, situating my thigh between her legs to give her something to grind against while I move to her other breast.
She arches against me, gasping as I take my time kissing her breasts, down her ribs, over her hips, until I hook my fingers in the band of her shorts. I look up her body, gauging her reaction.
Aurora lifts her perfect ass off the bed, nodding at me.
I smirk up at her, dragging those shorts down her legs and letting them drop to join her top.
“Fuck, Aurora,” I groan, my eyes drinking in every glorious inch of her. She’s completely bare beneath me, looking up at me like I alone hold the ability to make her dreams come true.
And if this is all the time I’m granted with her, I’m certainly going to fucking try.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I say, bending down to glide my hands along her creamy thighs. I turn my head, dragging my lips over the inside of her thigh, then do the same with the other. “You haunt my dreams. My every thought.”
“Saint,” she whimpers. When I drag my fangs so lightly over her skin, she shivers. “Please.”
I smile against her thigh, then kiss my way lower, until I’m just a breath above the smallest strip of curls. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” she immediately answers. “Saint.”