Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
I’m not his blood. I wasn’t even part of his plan. Yet I became his wife, and he takes family seriously. He is my husband and we are family—a true family. Maybe it’s crazy, but at that moment I know he will never betray me. I’ve never had a true ride or die, or in this case a ride or murder anyone who hurts you and knowing that he would kill for me—literally kill for me—fills me with such an overwhelming desire.
It’s wrong, and I know that. But I don’t care. And, more than anything, I’m so fucking tired of trying to do what’s right. I’ve lived my whole life scrambling for the approval of others and look what it’s gotten me.
He steps in, pressing his hips against me. I lean back, thankful for his vampire strength to easily hold me. Drawing his fangs, he kisses me again and I feel his cock start to harden against me. Heat floods my body and there are too many layers of fabric between the two of us and of fucking course, Xavier is wearing another dark suit, looking like the devil in disguise. I fumble with the buttons on the suit jacket as I kiss him, almost forgetting how to use my fingers as my mind focuses on one thing.
I get the last button undone and he straightens up, taking his jacket off. He tosses it on a cross-shaped tombstone next to us and then looks at me, fangs illuminated by the foggy red glow from the crystal.
“Wren,” he growls, tone rough with need. Tingles of desire weave their way through my body hearing him say my name like that.
“I want you,” I pant back in response, missing his lips against mine already. My hands travel down his firm chest and hover over the buckle of his belt.
“As I want you.” His hands go to my thighs and I hook my hands on his firm shoulders, leaning back as much as I can. The air is still around us, with sounds of the night filling the otherwise silent graveyard. He steps in, this time purposely pressing his hardness against me. My lips part when I feel it, shuttering as my body begs to be touched.
“Have me,” I practically beg.
“I will,” he says and his tone dips thick with heat. “Not just your body but your blood.”
All I can do is bob my head up and down, eyes closing when he kisses me again. This time it’s rough, tongue pushing into my mouth with fervor. He slips his hands beneath me, effortlessly picking me up. He steps back, kissing me as he turns, pressing my back against a tall, marble tombstone. It’s cool against my skin, sending a shock to my system. I buck my hips, pressing into the marble behind me. His cock rubs against me and it feels so fucking good already. It wouldn’t take much for me to come right now, and with everything that just went down, I need the release.
In a blur, Xavier moves us to a stone bench that sits under the outstretched arms of a weeping angel statue. Her sad eyes seem to follow us, but I don’t care. Hell, every single body in the entire graveyard could start to claw their way out of their graves right now and I would hardly notice.
He lays me down lengthwise and spreads my legs so one is on either side of the bench. Then he grabs my ankles and scoots me down so my butt is on the edge. I gasp when he reaches under my dress, pulling off my panties and tossing them on the ground next to us. Dropping to his knees, he puts my legs on his shoulders and dives between my thighs, mouth going right to me.
“Holy shit,” I pant as his tongue lashes out over my clit. He flips his tongue up and down and then moves it in circles, stroking and rubbing me until I’m getting right on the brink of coming.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, bringing a hand up. I rake my fingers through his hair and keep a grip on him, prepared not to let him stop eating me out until I’ve come.
He replies with a guttural growl and lets his fangs scrape over the skin on my inner thigh as he turns his head. It stings a bit, but the pain only enhances the pleasure. His tongue runs over the welts left behind by his fangs and then he’s back to working magic on me, kissing and sucking and moving with skill and speed only a vampire can possess.
Able to sense that I’m about ready to come, he slides a hand underneath, lifting me up and bringing me closer to his mouth. My pussy contracts as pleasure floods through me, and I ball my fingers into a fist, pulling on his hair. Moving his head side to side, his tongue hits in the exact right spot. My body is on overdrive, movements jerky as my system sucks in a breath, holding it until I climax. I moan as the orgasm ripples through me, forgetting we’re outside where anyone could see or hear us.