Page 58 of Bewitched By a Vampire

Driving him wild.

He groaned and covered her, drove the last few inches into her and set a hard pace that wouldn’t hurt her but was just enough to have her tightly gripping his shoulders. She kissed him fiercely, her passion matching his, showing him how perfect they were for each other. Her hips rocked to meet his, her moans driving him on as he seized her hip and raised it, sliding deeper into her with each thrust.

“More,” she whispered against his lips and gripped his nape.

Night curled his hips to plunge deeper, ripping a sweet cry from her lips. He devoured it in a kiss, seizing control even as he lost it. Hunger took over, the need to find release stealing control from him and her judging by how she desperately tried to ride him, her hips jerking against his, and how she nibbled at his lower lip between kisses, biting so hard he feared she might break the skin.

The thought of her drawing blood had him rising above her to gaze at her throat.

Her pulse hammered a fast, tempting rhythm in her arteries.

His fangs dropped and his thrusts grew savage as he imagined taking her vein.

“Night.” Her soft voice pulled him back to her and his gaze leaped to hers.

The fear in it was unmistakable.

“I won’t,” he muttered between plunges, shaking off the urge to bite her. “I don’t… want to… make you… my servant. Don’t… want to… own you.”

He groaned as she flexed around him, her look softening to tell him that he had touched her with that declaration. It was hard, but he resisted her vein and dropped his head to kiss her instead, softer now so he didn’t cut her with his fangs.

She arched towards him, her head pressing back into the mattress and mouth leaving his as she cried out. Her body trembled around his, her thighs quivering against his hips, and her hands clutched him as she came undone. He tried to keep going, wanting to push her to another release, but the sight of her climaxing and the feel of her gripping him, body tightly squeezing him as it grew slicker, was too much.

He drove deep into her heat and shuddered as release wracked him, pleasure blasting through every inch of him to steal his breath as he spilled. He groaned with each throb of his cock, each jet of seed, and she moaned with him, her body twitching in response to each one.

Night lowered his head and pressed it to her collarbone as he held her beneath him, keeping her in place as he slowly came down. He tensed as she wrapped her arms around him, and then relaxed as she smoothed her fingers through his hair and held him to her. Gods. Lilian was his undoing. His weakness. She made him feel things he never had before.

He wanted to stay like this forever.

With her.

He rolled onto his side and gathered her to him, stroked his fingers down her spine and clung to the moment.

Lilian didn’t try to end it. She nestled closer to him instead and tipped her head up, beckoning him. Night kissed her. Softly. Slowly. Savouring it now. He brushed his hand down her arm and frowned at how cool her skin was. She was getting cold.

He knew exactly how to warm her up.

She squeaked in surprise as he scooped her up into his arms and stood, and looped her arms around his neck as he carried her.

“Where are we going?” Her gaze lifted to his face.

“Shower. Get you clean and warmed up.” He carried her into the bathroom and set her down inside the cubicle, turned on the water and waited for it to get warm.

Lilian pulled him down for another searing kiss.

Night backed her under the spray and tried to focus on washing her.

He failed dismally.

Cleaning turned into making love against the wet tiles, and he wrung two more releases from her before the water grew cooler. They took it in turns to quickly wash each other before it went cold.

Lilian giggled as she hopped out of the shower, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed.

And gods, Night wanted to add a third session to their tally.

He reined in the urge and his out-of-control body, and dried himself off, watching her as she did the same. She went to wrap the towel around her body, took a look at him and then shrugged and let it fall to the floor. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his mouth as she walked naked from the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder as she reached the door, a slight smile curling her lips and telling him she knew what she was doing to him, and then she disappeared around the corner.

Wicked female.

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