Page 67 of Immortal Burden

“I’ll do my best. You know he doesn’t make it easy.”

“After what I witnessed the other day, I don’t doubt it.”

He looked me over, wandering the length of my dressed down, leisurely state, my gray shirt open at the collar, sans suit jacket, light black linen slacks rather than my usual pressed suit pants, my bare feet, and my mussed-up hair that I’d divested of its product.

His heartrate spiked.

He swallowed hard.

His cheeks flushed with arousal.

“So, I've said everything I came here to say, gave you the pendant,” he murmured, stepping back. “Thanks for forgiving me and being your usual patient self. I’ll leave you in peace now.”

With a burst of vampire speed, I stood before him, blocking his path to the door. “Ryker, I will not take issue with you initiating things between us.”

He sighed with relief. “I thought—”

“We are fine. Better than fine. Your apology meant a lot and the gift you have given me… it’s indescribable.”

His eyes shone with need.

And then he fisted my shirt, jerking me to him and crushing his lips to mine.

Unrestrained passion exploded forth.

I felt his desperation, his need for me, for us, as he sliced my shirt open with his magic and pushed it off my shoulders with a vehement shove.

His hands were all over me then, sending intense shocks of pleasure through me, making me choke from the delectable intensity.

Pulling from our kiss, he made his way down my body, his mouth, tongue and teeth worshipping my neck, my shoulders, my chest.

Growling at the sweet agony of his impassioned attentions, I grasped the back of his head, fisting my hand in his hair, guiding him.

That small act of domination bolstered him, unleashing the full fury of his sexual fervor, the untamed part of him that he usually kept locked up tight.

He grasped my waistband, his nails dragging down my thighs as he drew my pants down, eliciting a hiss from me. He sank to his knees as my raging cock sprung free.

He leaned forward and licked the tip, smirking devilishly when he had me shuddering.

His fingers dug into my hip, holding me steady to him as he breathed me in, then swirled his tongue all over the taut mushroom head, tasting me, cleaning every drop of my precum.

Snarling, I grabbed his shoulder and hauled him to me with my vampiric strength, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself, and relishing the gasp from him at my deliciously dirty act.

We had only just begun.

I wouldn’t hold back this time.

He was ready.

I pushed him back to his knees and sank my fingers into his hair.

The depth of passion in his eyes met the same in mine.

“Swallow my cock,” I commanded, my voice breaking with need.

He moaned as I stroked his hair sensually.

Then he opened his mouth wide and dove onto my cock.

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