Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
I growl, my body going taut. “Don’t tempt me like this, poppet. It won’t end well for you.”
“You mean you’ll fuck me?” She sits up and strips off her shirt, then her bra, showing me her hard nipples.
I lean up and capture one in my mouth, my fangs dancing around the stiff tip but never piercing.
With a quick movement, she rips my shirt away, then reaches for my pants.
“Poppet.” I try to warn her, to caution her not to go any further. But then I roll her over, pinning her beneath me, running on pure instinct. I kiss her hard, tasting and taking as we move against each other.
“I need you inside me. Please. I’m strong now. Your blood has made me strong.” She strains against my hold, making a little progress—far more than a regular mortal could. “See?”
“I won’t hurt you.” I lean down and suck her breasts again as she writhes and moans beneath me.
Hooking my fingers in her pants, I strip them away, then bury my face in her cunt, feasting on her.
She makes the most delicious squeals and gasps as I suck her clit and use my tongue to fuck her. I swallow her down, needing more and more and more.
“Vinny!” She yanks on my hair.
I look up, and her eyes are feral. “Poppet?”
“Take off your pants.”
I shouldn’t. I absolutely should not. But I do. Because she demands it. And then I’m on top of her again, kissing her as my cock rubs against her slick cunt.
I need so much more from her. Her body, her blood, our blood bond forged in fire. I want her so badly it fucking hurts. But I can’t. I won’t take her blood when she needs it far more than I do.
“Vinny.” She spreads her legs wide and thrusts up, my cock head slipping inside her.
I groan, my muscles drawing up tight, and heaven help me, I push in deeper.
She digs her nails into my shoulders. “More,” she urges.
“I won’t hurt you.”
She lets out this erotic, exasperated moan, then thrusts up, embedding me inside her. I groan and try to grab my last shred of control. It frays and separates—and when she turns her head to the side and offers me her throat—it snaps entirely.
18
Everly
When his teeth sink into me, another orgasm explodes through my body. I cry out his name as my mate claims me in every way possible. This orgasm is more intense than all the others.
I’m consumed by so many emotions. The amount of belonging I feel is almost too much to bear. I’m not sure where Vincent begins and I end. We’re one. Connected in a way I never imagined possible.
For as long as I can remember, it’s felt like something is missing in my life. I’ve never really had a sense of fullness, of living. Even when I still had my parents. But more so after they left this earth. A piece of me has always been missing. I didn’t understand it, and no matter how much I tried, I could never find it. The second Vincent’s fangs sink into my neck, that space is filled. The deep loneliness that always lingers inside me vanishes, and I know I’ll never be alone again.
Vincent growls against my neck, drinking me in. I could sense his emotions before, but now there’s nothing between us, and all of his love for me rushes over me. I am this man’s everything, and he is mine. We are bound by so much more than blood. We were destined to be one another’s forever.
“More,” I tell him, wanting him to get his fill. “I can handle it. I can handle you.”
I wrap my legs around him, holding him in place as he keeps sucking. His cock jerks inside of me, making me moan. I don’t know if it’s because his blood is coursing through my veins, but there had been no pain when he sunk his cock inside of me. When it comes to Vincent, there is only ever pleasure.
He lifts his head, pulling his fangs out of me. His tongue licks the spot to seal the mark over.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“I’ve never felt better.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him down to kiss me. “Now finish what you started.” I nip his bottom lip, making him growl again. I love that sound. I love him.
“You’re mine now. In this life and all the others,” he vows, pulling his cock out of me before thrusting back in. I moan, my fingers digging into his back.
“Only yours,” I cry as he starts to surge in and out of me.
I lift my hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The bed creaks and groans under Vincent’s powerful movements. My body welcomes every one of them.
“Poppet.” He groans my name. I hear something next to my head rip, but I’m too lost in him to care. This place could probably burn down, and I wouldn’t notice at this point.