Page 66 of The Vampire's Mate

Before I could beg more, he leaned over me and captured my mouth, lining his cockhead up with my entrance. The wide head pushed against my hole, and suddenly those three fingers didn’t feel like enough. I tightened up again, and he slid his length along my crease until the tension released from my body.

“Good boy,” he cooed, choosing that precise moment to pump his hips forward.

I wasn’t sure whether the desperate sound I made was a result of the praise or his cock—or both. But I fought to keep my hands in place. Each rock of his hips sent him deeper inside me. I craved the burn, holding my breath until it swelled tofull. He released the grip on his erection, bottoming out so our hips met, and pulling me close with the same hand.

I was panting hard, lips brushing his. “I love you,” I gasped. It turned into a moan when he circled his hips and his cock moved inside me.

“I love you too.” He smiled against my mouth. “You can do this, love. I know it’s intense, but I’m right here with you.”

My entire body quivered. I hooked my ankles behind his back, holding him deep inside me. “I don’t think I’ll last long.”

Thankfully he answered me by sliding partially out before thrusting back in, picking up his pace with each cycle.

“Do you trust me not to bite you?” he asked, straining through the effort of holding back his orgasm.

I gave him a sharp nod. “I trust you with my life.”

“Fuck,Ryder.”

I reached behind his neck, fingering the clasp on the chain until it fell onto my chest. I threw it across the room, bracing myself. James drizzled more lube between us, then he drove into me hard and fast. The burn was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I was fuller than I’d ever been. I gasped, the room silent except for the slap of skin against skin. My cries turned into screams that reverberated off the walls as James reached an inhuman speed.

My stomach flipped, my lungs ached for air. I bucked against his hips, my cock desperate for friction even while knowing he could make me come hands-free in half a second.

And with one expert swivel of his hips, he did.

My cock spurted between us, painting our chests with my release. James fucked me right through it, drawing out the aftershocks until I trembled like a leaf beneath him. His mouth met my neck, and a brief surge of fear shot through me. I was certain he was about to bite me.

Trust.

He sealed his lips over his mark and sucked, deepening the bruise without puncturing my skin.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close, letting him suck on the bite mark as much as he fucking wanted. With one more, hushed, “I love you,” into his ear, he growled against my skin, his cock pulsing inside me. He came in a hot rush, shaking in my arms. I repeated the phrase over and over as I combed through his hair, holding him close. I fought to catch my breath, resting my forehead against his temple. By the time he stopped sucking, the hickey on my neck was dark purple and angry, and it was only when he brushed his thumbs across my cheeks that I realized I’d been crying.

James brushed the tears away, soothing me and keeping me close to his chest until they dried. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Why are you thanking me?”

A soft touch of his lips to my forehead, my cheeks, then finally my mouth. “For trusting me.”

Chapter 24

I wokeup the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. Loudly. I grumbled and snuggled in closer to the warm,hardbody next to me. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but it had to be too early to function. We barely got cleaned up from the first round before James and I went in for another. Then a third, and somehow a fourth, before we were absolutely spent.

I tried going back to sleep, but once my body took in the bright sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains, I was awake. That didnotmean I was ready to move. I twisted James’s silver chain in my hand, soothed by the feeling of his bare skin against mine. He’d replaced the jewelry after round two when the urge to bite me became too much for him. I might have trusted him, but between our love and the bond, he no longer trusted himself.

One of his arms draped around my shoulders, the other rested over his side. I laid there with my eyes closed, counting the links on the chain as it slid through my fingertips. Using that to ignore the world worked until a particularly urgent twinge from my bladder had me fighting back a groan. The last thing I wanted to do was move, but I sat up anyway, surprised to find James dozing beside me. I moved carefully, but when I came out of the bathroom, his eyes were already open.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep.”

“Guess you wore me out last night,” he said with a shrug.

“No coffin?” I teased.

“My travel one is being repaired.” He glanced at the light streaming in through the curtains and groaned. “Sleep isn’t necessary, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to leave the bed yet.”

“Lie back down then,” I told him, sliding beneath the blankets again. “I’m not ready to get up either. Is Liz’s covered?”

“Yeah.”

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