Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Instinct floods my body, my fangs punching out without my control. Fuck, that hasn’t happened since I was a young vampire.
Annika draws back, sucking in a sharp breath. Her fangs are out too.
Bite. Claim. Drink.
I clench my eyes shut against the demands in my head. I can’t. We can’t. That’s the line. Sharing blood, that’s too personal. Too much of a risk for her safety. Because if I drank from her, that would be it. She’d be mine and then she’d become a target, a tool for my enemies to use against me. A weakness.
God, she’s already my weakness.
“Annika,” I sigh her name, kissing her again as I shift her along the cushioned lounge chair. I groan when she gathers her sundress over her head, tossing it to the side. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I grip my shirt and haul it over my head, adding it to her pile as she unhooks her bra and throws it.
I pause, my belt partially unbuckled as I drink her in. The moonlight and torches bathe her in a warm glow that illuminates every delicious curve. She shifts on the cushioned chair, laying back slightly, her arms extended for me.
“Dagon,” she says. “Please.”
A shudder racks me, and I hurry to strip down to my boxer briefs. Then I’m between her thighs, our underwear still on, as I kiss her again.
And again.
I drag my hands along her skin, memorizing every dip and hollow, taking note of what touch makes her tremble, makes her gasp and arch for me.
Annika rocks against my hard length, her thighs clenching on either side as she seeks out the friction she needs. The fabric between us is thin and barely doing anything to hide how badly we both want each other.
I dip my hand between her thighs, beneath her underwear, bracing on my other arm to look down at her and gauge her reaction. I already had my mouth on her the other night, but with me, she’s always in control.
“Yes,” she begs, and I glide my fingers through her slit.
“Fuck,” I growl, curling my fingers. “You’re drenched.”
“More,” she says, her breaths rushed as her hands grip my back. “I need more of you.”
I slide two fingers into her heat, stretching her as I pump them in and out. She arches into the touch, chasing her pleasure with unabashed need that has all those growly instincts roaring again.
Bite. Claim. Drink.
My fangs ache to sink inside her almost as much as my cock.
Only one of them will be satisfied tonight.
I press the heal of my palm against her clit as I curl my fingers inside her, drinking her moan of pleasure as she comes on my hand. I pull back, watching her face as I work her through the throes of it, pride swelling in my chest as she melts deeper into the chair from the pleasure.
I smirk down at her, gently drawing my hand back and licking her flavor clean off my fingers. “Is that all you needed from me?” I ask genuinely. If she says that’s it, then I will put my pants back on and ask her to chill the pool for me before I jump into it.
A slow, wicked smile shapes her kiss swollen lips. “Not even close.”
My eyes widen as she lunges for me, and a laugh bursts from my chest as she shoves at me, switching our positions so my back is against the cushioned lounge chair. She pulls off my boxer briefs, then sheds her underwear, stunning me into silence as she crawls atop where I’m laid back, straddling me.
My hands immediately fly to her hips, the words stolen from my tongue as I look up at her. She’s a goddess in vampire form, sent here to steal my soul, my heart, my mind. Whatever the fuck she wants, it’s hers.
I’m hers.
No. I can’t be. We can’t be.
Just sex. Release and sex and good chemistry. That’s enough. That’s fair and fine.
“Dagon,” she gasps as she rocks herself over my aching cock, her hands braced on my chest. “I need you.”
Goddamn it. “You have me.”
Annika shudders as she reaches between us, her delicate hands gripping my cock and lining it up with her soaked entrance. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she sinks atop me an inch, then another, until she’s fully seated to the hilt.
My jaw tenses, my hands gripping her hips a bit tighter as I hold still, giving her plenty of time to adjust to my size. And then she moves on me and I lose all sense of reality.
Because this is pure fantasy.
“Omigod,” she sighs as she arches, rocking her hips forward and back with me seated inside her. “You feel so good.”
“Goddamn,” I growl, shifting beneath her to sit up without breaking our connection. I need my mouth on her. Need to feel more of her.