Page 66 of Tempting the Dhampir

“You got me the Saeda 100 glitter pumps in candy pink,” I whisper, my chin quivering.

With a delicate touch, I trace the crystal anklet and the dainty charm fastened to it. The glittery pump speaks to my sparkly soul.

“They’re so beautiful,” I remark in wonder.

“You’re so beautiful,” Everett says in a quiet voice filled with affection. “I wanted to get you something that was very you. I thought—and maybe it’s a bit presumptuous of me—that if you consider staying, then these would look really pretty in this closet. They’re yours regardless of your decision,” he quickly tacks on, nerves making him rush out the last sentence.

Everett reaches out and gently tucks some blonde strands behind my ear. Then he fixes his sincere jade-green eyes on mine and, in a calm tone, says, “I just want you to know that I see you. I see what you like and what makes you happy. And if it means my shoe knowledge is now more extensive than I ever thought it could be, then I’m good with that. Do you like them?”

This male. No one has ever treated me as well as he does. Never gone out of their way, devoted time and effort to find something that’s so… me.

He cares. About me.

I think it’s time for me to admit how much I care about him too. To him, as well as myself.

“Excellent choice, I love them. Your newly acquired shoe knowledge is very impressive.” I try to joke, but my voice is wobbly with emotion.

“Do you want to try them on?”

“Not right now.”

Everett looks taken aback by my statement, hurt marring his features.

Before he can get too discouraged, I add, “I want to fuck you.”

His eyes light up, and his frown turns into a smirk. “Do you, now?”

“But first, kiss me, so I can show you how much I like these shoes, how much I like you.”

Everett surges forward and slants his mouth over mine, reaching his warm hands around me, smoothing over the bare skin of my back. Our tongues meet in a hot, slick kiss, turning hungrier with each stroke of our tongues.

With one hand, I clasp the back of his head and pull him closer, tracing down the buttons of his shirt with the other.

I break our kiss to mutter demandingly against his lips, “Off,” as I fail to undo a button, my hands fumbling with my strengthening craving for more of this male.

He leans back and grips the collar of his shirt, the veins on the backs of his hands and his forearms standing out more severely as his arms flex, and he rips the shirt down the middle, buttons popping off as the material parts.

“Holy shit. That was hot,” I breathe out, my voice thick with desire.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.

My hands hover, attempting to help, but I’m stunned at the sight of his defined chest and rippling abs. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and I swallow. It’s the first time I’ve given his abs a proper look.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” The smugness in Everett’s voice is diminished by his own hunger.

“Maybe.” My own sarcasm is not as effective as I swallow down the extra saliva that has gathered in my mouth.

Of their own accord, my fingers start mapping the valleys between each muscle, down from his pecs—lower—between each ab—lower—until reaching the delicious V of his hips as he stands stock-still, letting me explore his body.

I drag my fingers along the stark lines, working from the outside in, and reach for the button of his pants, flick it open, and pull the zipper down.

My gaze turns wanton as I peer up at him with hooded lids and slowly sink to my knees in front of him, fingers hooked in his waistband, tugging his pants and underwear down with me. He steps out of them, and I unceremoniously chuck them into a corner.

“Sadie-queen…” My name is a prayer on Everett’s lips as his long, stiff cock bobs in front of me.

I’m hungry for him. I want to taste him. Consume him. Make him mine.

The thoughts come completely unbidden and catch me off guard for only a second, until I sink into their truth and acknowledge the depth of my emotions.

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