Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
A giggle I can’t stop escapes my lungs. “You know, a couple vampires tonight couldn’t help but talk about you. About your blue-collar background and how unrefined they find you to be.” Cal scowls, and I laugh. “It’ll be our little secret for now, but I think you’re better with words than all of them.”
He grins. “Oh Romy, we’re in good shape, then. Words, I’m afraid, are at the very low end of my abilities.”
I laugh, but it’s cut off sharply as he dives between my legs, sealing his mouth over the lace of my panties and sucking. My sleep shorts left so fast, I didn’t even notice.
As the suction releases, my back contracts, and my panties disappear too, leaving my heated skin to a breeze from the central heat as it kicks on. Cal’s tongue alleviates the shock quickly, licking a path up my center and swirling around my clit.
Air leaving me in a whoosh, my body bucks.
With soft, steady strokes, he works me into a frenzy in every sense of the word. My body, my mind, my hope—all of it soars so far beyond these walls it touches the moon and the stars.
I grip his hair tightly as he urges me on, but he doesn’t complain at all. When I loosen my grip, he renews it by reaching up and squeezing with his hand.
As my other hand wanders, he finds it with his own and rubs mind-numbingly at my wrist. With every stroke he gives—both with his fingers and his tongue—the pound of my own pulse inside my ears grows louder.
It’s then that I understand.
My pleasure.
Then his.
He meant my blood.
“Cal,” I cry, the softness of my voice a pure stroke of necessity. I want to yell and scream and cry from the way he’s making me feel. But with the guard right outside, I know I can’t.
He doesn’t reply—at least not with words. But with actions, his answer is loud and clear.
He wants me to jump, to fly, to free-fall into my pleasure and not look back. It’s a vulnerability and a gift to see him like this—to have this from him. And with a single sweet touch of his palm, lying flat on my stomach as his tongue works its magic, I cascade.
Over the cliff and into the deep pool on the other side. My vision blurs and then blackens as my eyes clench, and my toes curl into his back. His tongue moves slowly as I come down off the high, and then, without delay, his mouth is at my wrist.
There’s no pain as he sinks his teeth in—only a rising sense of renewed pleasure and an overwhelming wave of purpose.
They’re not wrong about how powerful this feels. But I highly doubt it feels this way with the wrong person.
I cannot imagine that anything could feel like this ever, with anyone else at all.
Cal
Romy’s blood sings across my tongue before gliding down my throat with both ease and excitement. As a loyal follower of the law, and a purist in my vampire ideals, this is the first time I’ve tasted the blood of a human before. Knowing it belongs to my fated mate—indescribable.
I imagine this is the magic of sharing a first time with your spouse on your wedding night for a human male—or hell, maybe it’s better.
I guess I’ll never know beyond my own experience, and for that, I’m actually grateful.
This moment. This bond. It’s incomparable, just as destiny intended.
Cutting off the flow with a swipe of my tongue well before Romy would get dizzy or depleted, I crawl up her body until my hips fall between hers. She’s breathing heavily, but her eyes are alight with pleasure.
“All right?” I ask softly, touching my lips to hers with a gentle peck.
“All right?” she repeats with a laugh. “Yeah. It was all right. Freaking hell.”
I laugh, admittedly feeling a little cocky. “That good?”
“World-changing,” she replies, her voice devoid of even an ounce of humor. Leaning down, I take her mouth in another kiss, this one deeper, sweeter, and longer.
“For us both,” I declare as soon as the kiss breaks. “Your pleasure. My pleasure…”
“Our pleasure,” she says, picking up my lead beautifully.
Pants gone in one blink of her eyes, I sink my hard cock inside her in one slow stroke. Her pussy is tight around me like a vise, and she gasps when I push through the final barrier and fill her completely.
But once every inch of my cock is fully seated inside her, I watch in fascination as her eyes fall closed in rapture.
“Cal…” she whispers, her warm breath brushing my skin. “This is…this is…”
“The best thing I’ve ever felt.” I don’t know if it’s her thought or mine or a combination of both. But they are the truest words I’ve spoken in this lifetime.
Romy and I, together, are magic.