Page 100 of My Vampire Plus-One

“Do you like what you see?” He asked it playfully, but the intensity of his expression made clear just how much he wanted his body to please me.

And oh, it did.

Now that the barriers of clothing were gone, lying in a heap beside the bed, it was like a dam of want had broken inside of me. I moved to touch him, not even bothering to fight the impulse to do it. He was solidly built, if not overly muscular, his broad chest covered with a smattering of light brown hair I couldn’t resist trailing my fingers through. His breath hitched as I experimented,tracing the defined lines of his pectoral muscles with my fingertips, stroking down along his abdomen, and then further down still, until his stomach muscles tensed in anticipation.

Was his body much different now than it had been before he changed? I cast the thought aside as soon as it occurred to me. It didn’t matter what he was like before. Because it was this Reggie who was gently pulling my hands away from his body and laying me down on the mattress. It was this Reggie who was kissing me so urgently and with such tenderness it felt like my heart was breaking.

And it was this Reggie who was kicking off his pants, then levering himself over me until we were pressed together, flesh to flesh. Hard to soft. Cool to warm.

This man was so outlandishly funny I never knew whether I wanted to hit him or to laugh. He was disarmingly kind, and so thoughtful it made my head spin. And I realized‚ with a sudden, all-encompassing jolt of awareness—he was mine.

If I wanted him to be.

“Amelia.” He hovered over me, arms shaking with his effort to hold as still as possible. Then he shifted a little, until his tip nudged at my entrance.

His blue eyes met mine, boring into me. Needing to be sure I wanted this as badly as he did.

I nodded, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down into another blinding kiss.

He entered me with a single hard thrust of his hips and a loud, incoherent exhalation of pleasure. My breath stuttered, body struggling against the delicious intrusion of his body into mine. He was so big, and it had been so long since I’d done this, but the stretch of it, the completeness with which he filled me, pushed the breath from my lungs and threatened to pull meunder again before we’d even begun. My hands scrabbled down his back, nails lightly scoring his flesh as I sought to anchor myself against the pleasure that was already starting to mount again. He seemed to like that, a lot, averylot, hissing at the pinpricks of pleasure-pain‚ and then growling when I dragged my nails down his back a second time, except harder, and more forcefully.

“Amelia,” he said again, voice hoarse with his fraying restraint. He still wasn’t moving, was still letting my body adjust to his. But his arms were shaking badly now, and I could see in the rigid set of his jaw and the ragged way he was breathing how badly he wanted to let go.

“You don’t need to hold back,” I assured him. I craned my neck a little, lifted my chin so I could press my lips to his. “I want this.”

His eyes drifted closed. “I will never hurt you. I swear. But towards the end, I might—” He bit off the rest of what he was about to say and buried his face in my neck. “I might lose control. Just a little. If you need me to stop—”

I tugged on his hair, lifting his head so that he had to look in my eyes. The vulnerability I saw in them nearly took my breath away. “I won’t need you to stop,” I assured him. “But if I do, I’ll tell you. Right away. I promise.”

He stared into my eyes another long moment, as if trying to find the truth of what I was saying in them. Then he closed his eyes. Nodded.

And he began to move.

“Oh,” I said, the sound all but pushed out of me at the first thrust. And then, suddenly, I began to worry—irrationally, probably; and definitely about thirty minutes too late—that maybe I wouldn’t be any good at sex. Reggie had been alive for hundreds of years, and he’d implied more than once that he’d had morethan his fair share of sexual partners during that time. I’d had a few boyfriends, and obviously had had sex before, but compared to a lover with hundreds of years of experience, how could I possibly know what I was doing?

“Fuck,” he whimpered, mouth at my ear. “You feel—so—fuckinggood.”His hips were already picking up speed, his body pistoning into mine so insistently, so needfully, it obliterated all self-doubt. He grabbed both of my hands in one of his, pinning them above my head, and stared transfixed at the way my breasts bounced with his movements. The way he was looking at me—and the way it felt, my cunt clenching around him as he thrust into me again, and again, and again—

His hands dropped down to grip my ass, lifting my hips and changing the angle of our connection. Something about the new positioning opened me up to him even further, allowed him to go deeper, harder, to brush up against parts of me no one had touched before.

“Reggie,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck.” Something…something was different. I cried out again, helpless in the face of this delicious mounting pleasure, an ecstatic sort of pressure at the base of my spine that was threatening to pull me under. I felt drunk, wild, and burning hot, my body already racing towards another sharp crescendo as my hips sped up to match his movements.

Without thinking, I flung my head back onto the pillow, the angle leaving my neck completely exposed.

His hips stuttered to a stop, even as he remained fully seated inside me.

Hegrowled.

“Amelia,” he breathed, panting hard. His eyes were glued to my exposed neck. His hips started moving again, even faster this time. “Amelia. Amelia,please.”

Oh, god. He wasbegging. For me.

For my blood.

“You want to bite me,” I breathed, my movements matching his thrust for thrust. The edge was looming, my orgasm shimmering just out of reach. “Don’t you.”

He groaned, thrusts speeding up until he was fucking me at an absolutely punishing pace. And then his head dropped to my shoulder, hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head so tightly his knuckles were white. “Yes.”

“Where?” I asked. I knew I was testing the limits of his fraying control. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted to see him unleashed, in every way. I knew he would never, ever hurt me. “Where do you want to bite me?”

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