Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
She presses her lips together.
Fuck, her quick obedience sets my blood on fire. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted another being in my entire existence. I don’t know what I’ll do when her fangs sink into my flesh.
Just thinking about it has blood rushing to my cock. Images of sliding into her sweet, soft heat—
No. Can’t.
I shut down the fantasy, and focus instead on her face. There’s a dusting of purple beneath her eyes. She’s so hungry, and I’m the asshole who’s denied her too long because I’m afraid of my own self-control. Fuck that, I’ll be whatever she needs me to be for her.
“Slowly,” I tell her as she approaches me. Instinct has me backing away, like she’s the predator and I’m the prey. The backs of my knees hit the armchair I’ve long since claimed as mine, and I drop into it.
She pauses just before me, eyes scanning my body like she’s hunting for a place to strike. It’s fucking hot as hell. If I wasn’t so worried, I’d tell her to bite me wherever she feels like it.
Instead, I roll up the sleeve of my left arm, turning my wrist up. “Here.”
That quickly, she’s on her knees before me, her delicate fingers reaching for my wrist. Lava streaks through my veins at the sight of her blue eyes flickering up to meet mine. Her strawberry blond hair is down, falling over her shoulders in soft waves, and I’m desperate to run my fingers through it. I grip the armrest with my free hand, ensuring I don’t.
“You’ll need your fangs out,” I remind her when she’s held my wrist near her mouth for a few seconds.
“Right.” She blinks a few times.
“It’s my fault,” I admit. “I’ve always given you your blood in a glass. I should’ve prepared you better—”
“You’ve done more for me than anyone has my entire life, Saint. None of this is your fault.” She cringes. “I really am the worst vampire. Can’t summon my fangs at will. Can’t use my power for anything other than destroying things.”
“You’re learning. It’s not easy, being what we are. Especially when you were once half-human.” I swallow hard, my entire body flexing at how close she is to me. “I want to help you. Can I…are you comfortable if I touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathes the word so quickly, it’s all I can do not to dip down and claim her mouth. “I trust you,” she adds.
The words fill me with warmth I’m not used to. It’s consuming and intoxicating and I want more. I carefully shift my free hand and swipe my thumb over her bottom lip. “Aurora,” I whisper her name like a prayer.
She trembles under my possessive touch, and her fangs punch out a second later. Her eyes fly wide.
I can’t stop the small, prideful smile that curves my lips. Can’t stop myself from carefully grazing my thumb over one of those fangs. She tips her head back even farther, giving me better access to them as her eyes close.
Fuck, she’s on her knees, eyes closed, fangs out. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The most vulnerable too. I lock down every instinct begging me to take her mouth with mine and clear my throat as I pull my hand away.
She focuses, looking from me to my wrist and back again. Inching forward, she stops a breath away, the anticipation curling between us sharp and heady.
“Will I hurt you?” she asks in the most innocent voice I’ve ever heard.
A laugh rips from me. “No, Aurora,” I answer. “You can’t hurt me.”
Relief pools from her as she wets her lips. “Will you make me see something else?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Maybe?”
I nod, unable to speak as I grip my power. It’s natural to slip into her mind. I spin an image of her drinking wine, holding it on the cusp of her reality. “You have to bite me first.”
She takes an encouraging breath and then presses her fangs into my skin.
It’s a good, clean bite. Her fangs sink into my flesh, and the small stab of pain makes my cock strain against my zipper. Fire floods my body, desire sharp enough to cut. I want to thrust off the chair, want to kiss her neck, her breasts, every inch of her. Want to tuck her underneath me and lick her into oblivion.
Fuck, the image. I wrangle my power, sending her the vision, erasing her biting me and replacing it with her relaxing in bed, drinking from a wine glass.
She moans as my blood fills her mouth, her little sucks turning greedy as she takes mouthful after mouthful. Her grip on me tightens as she moves closer to me, her body slipping between my spread legs.
She smells good and looks even better with her mouth on me, my blood spilling into her. I’d give anything to have her mouth on mine. Give anything to have her under me, moaning because my cock fills her in every way she doesn’t realize she needs.