Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Xavier’s body is cold to the touch, but his lips are soft and warm, probably from my own body heat. Any resolve I had crumbles at my feet, and I want nothing more than to relent to Xavier and get swept up and lost in bliss.
“Wren,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine. I grind my hips against him, straddling him on the bench. His suit jacket falls from my shoulders and onto the ground, but we both ignore it.
Until Xavier, no one has ever held me like this. It goes beyond his vampire strength. Yes, it’s effortless for him to hold me in his lap, but it’s more than that. Part of it doesn’t make sense, and I think that makes it all the more alluring to me.
I’m a witch. He’s a vampire. I was nothing more than a business arrangement to him. Marrying me was a solution to an annoying problem he got stuck with, and now look at where we are.
Marie said the universe unfolds as it should. Was this all part of the plan? I never would have crossed paths with the Malus vampires any other way. My heart swells in my chest as I further melt against him, hands sliding from his neck down his chest, not stopping until I’m awkwardly fumbling with his belt. I lean back and he holds me, keeping me from tipping out of his arms as I undo it, pulling the leather from the buckle.
We’re in the park—in public—but that thought is lost on me. It’s late, and it’s quiet, and right now, I don’t care about anything other than getting as close to Xavier as I possibly can. Heart hammering, I look up at Xavier for a beat before locking back down, pulling the belt completely free from the loops. I drop it on the ground next to his suit jacket and grab the hem of his shirt, untucking it.
Unable to wait any longer, Xavier stands with me in his arms. My legs fasten around him and he advances, kissing me in a fury and sliding his hands down my body. He squeezes my ass and pulls me closer to him. His hard cock presses against me, and I arch my back to push myself closer against him.
The energy ball grows brighter as my desire deepens, and then explodes, raining tiny bits of energy around us. Xavier draws his fangs, moving his mouth to my neck. Unable to resist him any longer, I start undoing the buttons on his shirt.
Moving with vampire speed, Xavier gathers up our stuff and speeds across the park, going into a white tent that’s in the process of being set up for an art festival happening this week. It’s covered on all four sides, and locked boxes of merchandise line one side. Xavier sets me down in the middle of the tent and grabs a drop cloth that’s covering a statue. He folds it and spreads it on the grass, and then flattens his suit jacket over top, giving us more cushion.
Enveloping me in his arms again, he kisses my neck as he unties the sweatshirt that’s still around my waist. Goosebumps break out all over my body as he gathers the material of my top, bringing it up over my head. I raise my arms, allowing him to strip me bare. He kisses me again, and then puts his lips to my neck, fangs scraping over my skin. I moan softly, shivering from the sensation.
I run my hand over his muscular chest, trailing my fingers along the buttons on his shirt, along the waistband of his pants, and over his cock.
He moans at my touch, kissing a trail from my neck along my collarbone. I put both hands on either side of his head, curling my fingers in his hair, and urge his mouth to my breasts.
“Wren,” he groans, letting go of me for a brief second to widen his stance. I step in closer, eyes closed and heart racing. I pop the button on his pants, the force of his big, hard cock pushes the zipper down on its own accord. He lets out a moan when it’s freed, and I glance down, looking at the glistening tip that’s sticking out over the top of his boxers.
I pump my hand up and down Xavier’s cock as he bends his head down, running his tongue over my earlobe. I shiver, though I’m far from cold.
His fingers sweep down my back, trailing along my spine, mouth to my neck again. He kisses and sucks at my skin, somehow not breaking through with his fangs. He finds a sweet spot, one that sends tingles through my body, making my pussy pulse with anticipation for his cock.
Suddenly, it’s like I’m standing here naked in front of Xavier for the first time all over again. I’ve bared everything to him; not just my body but my soul. And he’s done the same to me. We both have darkness in us, a drive to protect who we love no matter the cost.