Page 27 of Secret Gifts
I’ve never felt so inexplicably powerful, hungry, needy, and fulfilled from one simple joining. He pulls back just barely, and then he thrusts in deeper, my body quivering around him as the girly gasps continue.
“Damn it,” he whispers in a near prayer-like manner.
“What?” I gush out when he slams in again, and my hands grip tightly to him for fear he’s about to abandon me.
“I just… you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs before his lips find mine, and then suddenly, the drawn out thrusts become punishing, surreal, and incredibly intense as his body melds itself with mine at a wicked, sensational pace.
His firm abs run up against my skin, and his bare teeth - no blood bringers - scrape across my shoulder. My lips press against his chest, and my passion pours freely from my mouth as I consider bringing out my blood bringers and ending my celibacy for my blood drought.
“Do it,” he breathes pleadingly. “Take my blood.”
My teeth bear down, but my blood bringers remain sheathed as he continues his surreal, forceful thrusts that force my body to do things it has never done before. I’ve never felt so connected with anyone, and it feels too incredible to soil with the blood need.
His grunts grow louder each time he slams into me, and then his lips envelope mine again while he jerks my hips to meet his vicious bashing. I moan, and my breaths become harder to find as I near the moment of release.
I clutch his back too tightly, and then he surges in again, finding an angle that becomes my undoing, and I cry out my release with a shrill squeal as he thrusts in one last powerful time and fills me with his warmth.
His body collapses to mine, and he pulls me tightly into his arms before rolling onto his back.
“Holy fuck that was… incredible,” I gush out while trembling, feeling his smile against my forehead.
“I’d say epic,” he chuckles out while letting those soft lips find mine again.
I smile against the kiss, and then I pull the sheet over us as I snuggle into his cool body.
“Care to order room service?” I muse, a vixen’s grin playing on my lips, but he huffs out a breath instead of joining me in my smile.
“I really do have some work to tend to. I feel like a jerk now,” he sighs out while loosening his grip on me.
Oh shit. He already regrets it. Damn it. I’m so fucking stupid.
“Oh,” I murmur shamefully while withdrawing from our contact. “I should probably get dressed to go out with my aunt anyhow. I’ll talk to you after while,” I say while swallowing hard against the growing knot in my throat.
“Aria, it’s not like that. I sincerely don’t want to leave after we just… well, after the most incredible morning I’ve had, but I have to.”
“Sounds like regret to me,” I whisper to myself while walking into the bathroom.
I turn on the shower, hoping it will wash away my humiliation and shame. Maybe once I get out of here, I won’t have to see him again. I should have just left with Aunt Angelica.
The door opens, and his lips consume mine the second I turn around. His hands slide over my bare body as his erection presses against my stomach.
Damn he’s so confusing.
“You know you’re very frustrating,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ve been dying to do that since I met you, and now you’re acting as though I didn’t ever want to.”
I pull back slightly to stare into his pale eyes carrying so many mixed signals.
“If you wanted to do it, then why didn’t you?” I counter, my interrogation skills surfacing.
He smirks, and then he pulls me tighter to him as he grips me by my waist.
“Well, for one, there’re always people around. For two, I wanted to take you out on a real date first. I don’t want a casual fling with you, and I’m worried this has blurred that line now.”
Oh. Uh-oh.
“Um, I don’t really… date… to be honest,” I hesitantly release.
He smiles as he picks me up, and I feel the water pushing against us both as he steps into the shower with me.
