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)
God, when she says my name like that, I feel like I can fucking fly. Like I can be everything she needs and more.
I flick out my tongue, a tease of a lick through her glistening heat.
The first hit of her honeyed flavor is my undoing. Gone are the doubts, all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this. Everything disappears as my entire focus shifts to her pleasure.
I do it again, quicker this time. Deeper. I lick through her heat, slow and long and hard. Over and over again. Feasting on her flesh the way she’d just feasted on my blood. She tastes like a fucking dream. I’ve never tasted anything as perfect as her.
“Omigod.” Her fingers scrape against my hair, too short for her to grab.
“You like this?” I ask again, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth before plunging inside her with my tongue.
“Yes. Just like that.” She arches into my mouth, desperate for more.
Fuck, it would be so easy to free my cock and sink into her sweet flesh. She’s more than ready for me, edged and dripping from my tongue. I’d glide in so easily.
A vision of me doing just that springs to my mind. I’d claim her. Hard and fast. I’d fuck her until she was ruined for any male stupid enough to try and follow me. I’d lose myself in her, taking ownership of her body, her pleasure, her happiness.
Too much. It would be too much.
I drag my tongue up her center, focusing on her scent, drenched in need and potent with my blood. She’s so damn close for me.
I dare to sneak a glance up her body, and a bead of precome wets the head of my cock at the sight of her. She’s flushed, her eyes on me as I eat at her. Trust. There’s nothing but pure trust in those beautiful eyes. She’s not afraid. Not doing this out of some thrill-seeking need. She wants me.
Fucking hell, how did we get here?
I groan against her, eating at her faster. I fuck her with my mouth the way I’m desperate to with my cock, and as her breaths hitch, I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Saint!” My name is a cry from her lips as her flavor coats my tongue, her orgasm making her thighs tremble on either side of my face.
I cling to those thighs, licking her through the throes of it as she rides that high.
And when her muscles relax, I draw up enough to look down at her.
The way she reaches for me tells me everything about what will happen next—I’ll kiss her. Really kiss her. Unfiltered, unhindered. Then I’ll sink into her with my cock and my fangs and I’ll drink from her and she’ll be mine.
Wait, what? No. That can’t happen.
It can never happen. I care about her too much to spend an eternity being a walking reminder of every trauma she’s ever endured. Not to mention, my eternity is almost up. Killing Samuel, my twin, will almost certainly kill me.
“Are you sustained?” I ask, drawing up on my knees, needing the distance between us before I throw away every caution and reasoning I have for not claiming her entirely.
“What?” Shock flutters over her features.
“Did you get what you needed?”
She tilts her head, her mouth opening and closing a few times. “Yes?”
“Good.” I’m off the bed faster than I can think. If I stay in this room with her scent in my nose and her taste on my tongue, I’m going to break. I’ll lose control and she’ll never forgive me. She may think she wants me. Wants whatever this is between us, but that’s only because she hasn’t gotten to experience a life outside of me since she was turned. “Good,” I repeat, forcing myself out the door.
I hurry through the palace, doing my best to hide that I’m still hard as a fucking rock. Every instinct is roaring at me to go back to her room. To throw away all my concerns and be with her in every way I’ve dreamed about.
No. Can’t. Fucking hell.
I don’t bother knocking on the king’s study door. Zachariah would scold me, but I’m not exactly operating under normal circumstances right now.
A few noble vampires gasp at my interruption, but I barely notice them. They must’ve been having a meeting.
Alek folds his arms over his chest where he sits behind his desk. “What’s going on, Saint?”
“Order me somewhere.” It’s both a demand and a plea. “Anywhere. Any mission. I need to leave the residence.” Maybe if I’m far enough away, Aurora will have to feed from Annika or another vampire and I’ll be gone so there will be no threat of me snapping and killing them. She’ll be sustained, healthy, and I’ll be…
Dead inside. But I’m already halfway there, so what’s a little push?