Page 110 of Forever Touched

Just like that, the slate was wiped clean. The past was in the past, our futures spanning before us and filled with hope.

My heart overflowed with so much love that I blurted, “I want to kiss you.”

His mouth formed a lopsided grin. “My lips are yours, my lady.”

As I eagerly kissed him, I was immediately struck by how sensitive my skin was. I’d always enjoyed kissing him, but with my newly heightened senses, the feeling of his lips on mine wasexplosive. I instantly lost myself to the kiss, the good kind of lost I only experienced with Everett. He became my world, my everything. My only desire was him, a desire that was quickly consuming me from the inside out.

When he dragged me into his lap to straddle his waist, the extra contact wrung a whimper from me. He broke the kiss, noting how breathless and flushed I already was.

“You okay?” he asked.

“It’s intense,” I replied, shuddering when he slid his hand up my spine again. “More intense than . . . before.”

Satisfaction pulsed through our bond.

I huffed a laugh, the sound turning into a moan as I felt his arousal press against my underwear.

“Do you want more?” he purred, leaning forward to pull my bottom lip into his mouth. When he sucked on the flesh, my eyes blissfully rolled shut.

“Mmmm,” I managed to groan.

He bit into my lip, and heat blasted through me, traveling straight to my clit. At the unexpected zing of pleasure, I jerked my eyes open with a gasp.

He chuckled against my lip.Welcome to being a vampire.

Why does it feel so goooood?I moaned back, letting my eyes roll shut again.

Because we enjoy being bitten. Probably more than we enjoy having sex.

Spirits save me.

My mind immediately filled with naughty possibilities. Anotherchuckle rumbled from Everett, making me aware that he’d peeked into my thoughts.

I can show you many ways in which vampires enjoy being bitten, he continued to purr, lightly sucking on my lip.

Now?I asked in surprise.

If that’s what you wish.

Well, that got me all hot and bothered. As my panties dampened, a cloying scent permeated the air. Surprised once more, I sputtered,I-is that my . . . ?

Arousal, he finished, pushing me down on his growing erection. The contact sent euphoria unfurling through my body, and I clamped my thighs around him, wanting more of it.

Oh, you poor bastard, I crooned.My vagina has been flashing a neon sign at you for days, and I had no clue.

He released my lip so he could breathe into my ear, “It was torture, especially during our picnics. I had to patiently wait for you to finish eating before I could remove your clothes and feast on my own meal.”

I burst out laughing. As my head fell back, he took advantage and nipped a path down my neck. When he reached my shoulder, he gripped the strap of my dress between his teeth and slowly tugged it downward.

“Whoa! My bad. I should have knocked first,” a male voice suddenly said.

Startled, I zeroed in on the potential threat, a hiss slipping through my teeth. In the back of my mind, I recognized him as Noah Andrews, but my instincts were firmly in control at the moment. When he held up his hands and stepped back, I tracked the movement like a predator assessing its prey. Realizing what I was doing, I slapped a hand over my mouth, but not quickly enough.

Noah’s scent hit me like a battering ram, flooding my senses andfilling me with a desperate, achingneed.

His blood. I was craving hisblood.

“Everett,” I whimpered, then cried out as pain bloomed in my gums.

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