Page 61 of The Vampire's Storm

Excellent. Right?

No human should be wandering the halls, tempting him with her cute little ass and those fucking blue eyes.

Goddamn her.

He’d had his mouth on her and his fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. The sounds of her guttural orgasm were playing on repeat inside his head. The taste of her, rich in his mouth like the sweetest treat that made you want more.

Much more.

Shouldn’t he be feeling filthy? Disgusted with himself. Regretful. Scouring his tongue with his toothbrush.

Soaking his hand in bleach.

Instead of lying there with a hand on his cock and the taste of Brooklyn’s kiss still on his lips. And fuck off with that romantic notion.

Her come still lingered on his tongue.

Logan could have fucked her, but he hadn’t. It was the intense need to sink into her which had held him back.

She was like a drug. One he felt he would obsess over if he let himself succumb to the seductress.

If she was vampire, maybe.

But it went against the very fabric of who he was, so he’d dug deep and stepped away.

Now, he needed to come. Even if it meant imagining a human when he did.

Logan’s hand slid down his abs to his shaft and clenched it.

Their chemistry was off the goddamn charts and one he couldn’t ignore. He reasoned it away, figuring with eight billion humans on the planet, and living for over a hundred years, it was bound to happen.

Well, he’d had a taste, now he needed to just jerk off and move on.

Slowly he moved his hand up and down his member, rubbing the precum already present and letting out a grown.

His eyes closed and the scent of Brooklyn returned, all tart blueberry and summer, her needy eyes, those little mews begging him for release.

Fuck.

Why drag this out? Logan moved his hand faster, tightening his grip as he imagined placing her on the science counter and tugging her against his cock.

Then impaling her.

Their guttural screams filling the lab as he filled her with his vampire cock.

He wouldn’t be gentle, but he’d not hurt her.

Not more than she wanted, as she gripped his tattooed arms and pleaded for him to fill her.

Fuck me.

His come blew out of his cock as his back stiffened and arched off the bed.

Fucking Christ. I need to fuck her for real.

But he wouldn’t.

No damn way.

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