Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
We’re tangled together before I know it, my lips crashing against hers. She tastes like smoke and something sweeter underneath, and I can feel the heat from her skin through my shirt. The shirt that’s hardly covering anything because as she lays back, I realize she’s not wearing underwear.
The sight of her sprawled out beneath me, her pussy bare while clothed in what’s mine, makes something primal take over. Like I’m still in that mansion but this time it’s just us. Just Lena and me with no one to watch or interfere. I want to lick away every trace of that blonde Ivanov’s lips, until only I remain.
I slide down her body, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the hollow between her breasts where I can taste my own scent on her skin. Her fingers tangle through my hair and she arches toward me, a small moan escaping her lips.
I’m hard as hell but right now all I care about is making sure she knows exactly how much I want this. Want her.
“Victor,” she whispers as I move lower, breathe in the fragrance of soap and sex and Lena. Her legs part for me and everything else disappears—the shitty hotel room, the hangover pounding in my skull, even the fear of what the Ivanovs are planning—and all that’s left is Lena’s body under my mouth.
Her hips buck against me when I finally taste her; it sends a rush of bloodlust surging through me and I wonder if that’s what they were going for last night. If it feels like this…like devouring…I can almost understand how those vampires live only for this part.
Lena’s moans grow louder, needier, until they turn into a breathless cry and she shudders violently beneath me, coming hard. Her fingers clench in my hair and I hold her there, completely at my mercy.
It’s intoxicating, the way she moves, the way she sounds.
But I don’t let up. She’s going to come again.
I’ll make sure of that.
I start licking at her again and she gasps. “Victor, I can’t—”
“You can,” I murmur between her thighs. “You will.”
I suck and lick and taste, relentless and consuming. I keep devouring her and it’s all I can do to hold on to the one piece of myself that hasn’t fallen completely into this primal void.
She gasps out my name again, desperate and wanting, and the sound makes my restraint slip. My fingers dig into her thighs as I hold her open, the scent and taste of her making me dizzy with need. I wonder if I’ll lose control completely but I don’t care because she’s trembling apart under my mouth, reaching for me without even knowing where she’s going.
I flick my tongue hard against her clit—rapid fire and relentless—feel her pulse there, and the vibrations of her moans echo in my skull. I’m ravenous for everything she has to give me. Her legs close around me like a vise but I don’t let up; I let the beast—the one I can control—take over and do what it wants—what we both want.
Her body bucks again, more violent than before, and this time she screams my name—a raw, unrestrained sound that makes every nerve in my body burn with fierce satisfaction.
And then she’s limp beneath me, panting for air, her muscles quivering from aftershocks as sweet as anything.
I breathe her in deeply as if to imprint every part of this moment—the scent of us together in this room, the sight of Lena sprawled wrecked and beautiful on the sheets—into a place that no vampire trickery can touch.
When I finally come up for air, she’s watching me through half-lidded eyes, dazed but smiling.
“Victor,” she murmurs when I collapse beside her. She rolls to face me with a languid grace like she’s floating underwater. Her hand touches my cheek possessively. “Goddamn.”
She kisses me like she can’t stand to be unconnected from me for even a second, then comes over me so that I’m on my back.
“Your turn,” she murmurs, tugging my briefs off with one quick motion.
“Jesus, Lena.” I groan as she takes my rigid cock in her hands and her mouth closes over the fat tip. She sucks me in deep, her tongue an expert, her gaze feral as she stares at me through her lashes, continuing to bob up and down on my dick. The sensations send shockwaves through me and when she releases me just before I come, it takes everything I have not to drag her back down. She straddles me instead, taking me inside her in one slow movement that makes my vision blur.
I watch her ride me, my hands gripping her soft, so soft, hips as she moves over me with perfect rhythm, posture straight, wearing my shirt like it’s a ball gown. This is the Lena the Ivanovs didn’t get to see—wild and unrestrained and yet a goddess at the same time—and it makes me want to pin her beneath me and claim her all over again.