Page 23 of Stolen By the Vampire

When he finally rumbled, “You’re ready,” she nearly collapsed in relief.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll give you what you need.” He rolled her off of him and onto the moss where he lined up at her entrance. She wrapped her hand around him, gasping at the size. She lifted her head. She’d felt him before, but she hadn’t gotten such a… direct look.

“You’re… large,” she managed.

Silas’s grin was gentle. “That’s why I needed to get you ready. Don’t be afraid, love. I’ll go slow. Even if it kills me.”

He pressed against her entrance and on impulse she squeezed her legs as if to stop the intrusion, even though her body wanted it. But Silas allowed no such thing, his hips wedged between hers.

“Relax, Esmae,” he ordered.

And even though he wasn’t thralling her, she did. She forced her muscles to ease and to focus on her vampire’s gaze. He stroked her cheek, even though his muscles were obviously strained. Then, slowly, he nudged forward slightly, filling her more.

“That’s it. That’s my good witch.”

She made herself relax again, and Silas pushed inside again. Then again. Each intrusion threatened to stretch her to the max, but he continued to push in. Sweat beaded at her brow, but her body was adjusting. Finally, he slid to the hilt.

She’d survived it.

Then Silas began to move.

“You look so pretty on my cock, love.”

Esmae could do little more than nod.

“You look like you belong there,” he said with a groan, thrusting slow, shallow pulses to get her used to the motion before going larger. “Tell me you belong here,” he demanded.

“I belong here,” she repeated, the words coming out breathless. She’d have said anything to keep him moving.

“Not going to last long the first time,” he warned.

But she didn’t need long. Not when she was this close. He plunged in and out relentlessly. His touch seared her, bringing her over the edge. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths growing shorter and shorter until she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a sharp cry, her orgasm thundering through her body unlike any she’d ever known. He continued to push against her, his own need building.

“Esmae!” Silas came with a shout, her name on his lips.

He loosed his seed inside her, coating her, filling her, claiming her. He bent over her body and claimed her lips with a kiss. The connection between them… More potent than any bite. Beyond any words. She felt utterly tethered to Silas, safe under him and more alive than she’d ever been before. For a moment, time stopped existing. There were no witches and vampires, no curses. Just him, his body hot against hers while she got drunk on his scent.

“That… that was incredible.”

Silas’s grin was nothing short of pure wickedness. “That was just the first time, witch. I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep tonight.”

Already, he was hardening once more inside her. And Esmae… she’d come, come hard, but she wasn’t even close to sated.

“Good, because I still need more of you.” Pleasure turned her tongue loose.

“Is that so? My greedy little witch.” He caught her ear and tugged on it. “I’m eager to give you everything you can handle and more.”

And so Silas did. He mastered her body, and he let her take her time learning his, too. The way he liked his back clawed while he was inside her, the way she loved to see his reflection in the stream behind her as he mounted her.

They spent an eternity in the cave, claiming each other. It was her choice, and Esmae didn’t regret a single moment of it. They curled up in the moss, Silas dragging his discarded cloak over her shoulders when eventually both had been exhausted.

“Are you alright?” Silas asked as Esmae settled against him.

He tucked her into his body, a large forearm braced over her stomach. She realized she had never fit better in anyone’s arms. Couldn’t possibly feel like she belonged more than she did here, in Silas’s arms. She wanted to savor the moment.

“That was better than I could have dreamed,” she said softly.

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