Page 83 of Tempting the Dhampir

Her chuckle sounds wet as she slides a hand down from around my neck to wipe at a tear tracking down her cheek.

I move one of my hands from her waist to the back of her neck, tilting her face back up to me. “Sadie Eleanor Everly, I love you. Fate might have chosen to push us together, though, if it was up to me, I would choose you for myself. Every time. Every day. I choose you, over and over again—mind, body, soul, heart. It’s a fucking privilege to love you, to be loved by you. It feels like I’ve been living my life in black and white until you arrived with pink and sparkles. I want to make you the happiest woman in the world, help you shine brighter and brighter.”

“I hope this goes without saying, but the building isn’t the reason I love you. I’d give up all the glittery stuff in my closet, in my future, to be with you.”

“Good thing you told me you loved me before I showed you the building. And please keep the glittery stuff.”

“In that case, it’s time for my surprise.”

That makes me perk up, the seriousness of the moment changing with a new kind of energy laden with excitement. I rub my hands together in anticipation.

Sadie looks around the giant room. “Can we move a bit farther back, away from the street?”

“Consider my curiosity piqued, milady. Right this way.” I stick my elbow out for her like the day we met and escort her to the back of the room.

There’s an alcove behind the counter that’s out of view from anyone passing by on the street, and the darkness inside the building provides an extra layer of privacy.

“Would this do?”

“I’d say so. I can still see well enough. Your heightened eyesight will probably be able to make out all the details,” Sadie says as she gives me a filthy smirk.

Sadie bends over and sticks her ass out toward me, swatting the hand away that instantly reaches out to touch her. Lifting her dress, she reveals more and more skin until her ass is uncovered. Except for the flimsy string of material covering her pussy, and some film kept in place with tape.

I step closer to look at the film. “What’s this?”

“Read it.”

“Bite me? You got a tattoo that says ‘bite me’?”

“It’s on the exact spot you bit me the first time. If you don’t count the accidental nick. I wanted to show you that I’m all in and good with you drinking my blood. It’s actually kind of hot that you only like my blood.”

“You got a tattoo for me?” I ask, shock still making my brain and mouth slow.

“Is it too much?” Sadie asks, turning around to face me, eyes widened in concern.

“You know I’m going to marry you, right?” I state more than ask.

Her expression morphs into intrigue. “Is that a proposal?”

“Not yet. That’s the one event I’m going to get right. I’m going to romance you so hard that you won’t remember that I fucked the order up with all the other wooing.”

I already have a ring in mind for her, an argyle pink princess cut I saw while scrolling for earrings I wanted to get her.

Bringing me back to the moment, Sadie says, “I like that we made our own order. It makes our love story special.”

“You know what will make it even more special?” I ask, licking my lips as an image comes to mind.

Her expression shifts to something resembling mine. We’re clearly very attuned to each other’s moods.

“What you got in mind?”

“I think we need to christen your new building.”

“I think you’re right,” Sadie says as she reaches behind her and drags the dress’s hidden zipper down. Before it can pool on the floor, she scoops it up and places it neatly on the counter.

Sadie is beautiful standing in front of me in nothing but a tiny triangle covering her cunt and her sexy high heels. I reach forward to rectify the situation and snap the band on either side. I pull it off her, crumpling the fabric up and bringing it to my nose for a deep inhale. My cock is hard and straining for her heat.

“Take my cock out, Sadie-queen,” I instruct her through gritted teeth.

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