Total pages in book: 401
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
His fingers curled into my hair as I drank deeply, my body trembling with each pull at his vein. He held me close to him as I fed, and the fog in my mind began to dissipate, taking the crimson wisps with it. I released my fangs, moaning as the cramps in my muscles started to subside, replaced by a pleasant thrill. I shifted in his embrace so I straddled him.
“Gods, you have no idea how good it feels to have you in my arms,” he said, his voice thicker. “I don’t know what will come next, but no matter what we face, we’ll do it together.”
His fingers brushed my cheek and smoothed my hair back in a slow, comforting caress as he spoke. His words were confusing at first, but his touch was a gift. And I knew that touch was important because it had been forbidden to me for so long. The sense of being here before surfaced as I drank from him.
Because I had been.
He had done this for me before. Had given me his vein when I was in need. And I knew I’d done the same for him after he went too long without feeding. We would do anything for each other.
“Because there is no way I’m going to lose you now.” His fingers moved on my scalp. “No way at all. I will always bring you back to me.”
His blood was like liquid fire, igniting a new heat and a different kind of instinct. A noise, much like a purr, came from me, and his hips jerked in response. I felt him against me, hard and thick. An intense curling sensation tightened low in my stomach. Gods, the size of him… A rush of damp heat gathered between my thighs.
“Gods,” he groaned, shuddering against me. “What you do to me.” His fingers pressed into my waist. “Will you ever know? Truly?”
I knew I wanted more of him.
Truly.
I moaned, rising so I could feel him straining against where I ached for him, thick and hard against my core. A heaviness settled in my breasts, and my nipples pebbled against his chest. Restlessly, I moved against him, fingers digging into his forearm. He let out a low groan as I rubbed against the hard length of his arousal. His hips flexed, and his hand landed on mine before sweeping down, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake. His fingers pressed into my bottom.
I swallowed hard and started to see something through the fog. Brown walls and the slow, steady rocking of a…ship. I saw myself holding a journal bound in red, and I realized I was seeing one of his memories. He was between my thighs, his eyes heated, and his lips glossy as he grinned up at me, a deep dimple in his right cheek.
“Gods,” he groaned as I continued to move against him. “I believe you know exactly what you do to me.” His hand moved back to my hip. “I can’t believe I am about to say this—” He groaned again, his hand fisting my gown. “But you need to behave yourself.”
Whatever else he said got lost in my desire for him, the need I had. For his blood. His body. To have the hard, thick length I ground against inside me. A deep guttural sound left him as I rocked against him, pressing my core against his length.
I ground against his erection, wishing there were no barriers between us, but I was too impatient. Pleasure coiled tightly inside me. I stopped swallowing, and my movements became almost frantic. The tension building between my thighs ratcheted up to a level that was almost painful. The friction wasn’t enough.
“I’ve got you,” he said, gripping my hip, but he made no move to remove the clothing between us.
I let go of his arm and reached down.
His fingers quickly wrapped around my wrist to stop me. “No.”
A whimper of frustration escaped.
“I want nothing more than to be inside you, to feel your heat when you come.” He pulled my hand as I groaned. “But that’s not going to happen right now,” he said, his voice thin and pained. “We don’t need to do that right now.”
But I needed that right now.
I needed.
“Trust me,” he bit out as he shifted, dragging me down just enough for his hard ridge to press firmly against that sensitive nub of nerves. “Take what you need.”
I cried out against his throat as a wave of shivery pleasure erupted from deep within me.
“There you go.” His hand tightened, digging into the gown, into my flesh, urging me to take what I wanted.
And I did.
He trembled as I moved against him, his cock hitting that spot with each roll of my hips. He was breathing heavily, his entire body tense and hard against mine as a quaking inferno built within me, ready to burst. And when it did, the release was intense and overwhelming, crashing over me in pounding waves of ecstasy as I took what I needed. And kept taking.