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Chapter 12 - Vlad

I gave Emory all the space to say no, and I expected her to take it. With everything we’d just discussed, with all the bullshit hanging in the air, IassumedEmory would want to shove a crowbar between us and forcibly keep us apart.

But she fucking kissed me, and now I was done for.

Like lightning, I yanked Emory against my chest with one arm. I shuffled her down onto her back on the couch, throwing the extra pillows to the floor. Keeping my lips on hers, I went for the buttons of her shirt, quickly getting frustrated with the seemingly increasing number of them.

Growling, I sat back on my heels, gripping the two halves of her shirt and tearing the thing open. Emory squeaked, her eyes going wide.

“Vlad! My shirt’s…well, I guess it was already ruined.”

I smirked, nodding as I got the damn thing off her. As I flung it across the room, I scanned the smooth curves of Emory’s body. Some of the blood that stained her clothes had gotten onto her skin. She was wearing the evidence of my fucking injury and something about that made me downright feral.

“Shit, I didn’t—”

But I cut off her words by claiming her mouth with mine again. My hands went for the waistband of her pants, roughly getting the clasp and zipper down so that I could chuck them to the side like her damn shirt.

As I pulled the wide-leg trousers off her, Emory’s breaths made her chest rise and fall in quick succession, and she trembled ever so slightly. I dropped the pants to the floor, gliding my hands up her legs.

“Jesus, Vlad. This is…I haven’t even gotten cleaned up. You’ve shredded my damn shirt. You can’t just—”

I wasn’t listening to her insecurities. I’d fought this so damn hard since I woke up in that bed, and I just couldn’t be apart from her anymore. I wanted Emory like I’d wanted no one and nothing in my life before, and I was taking my fill of her while I still could.

Reaching her face again, I held Emory’s chin, locking my eyes on hers. I didn’t blink or move an inch except for letting my hips lower between her thighs so that Emory could feel just how badly I wanted this.

As she did, her eyes flared wide, a beautiful blush swelling behind her cheeks. Her warm tan skin glowed, and I lost myself in her big doe eyes.

A shuddering breath left Emory as she blinked. “Well, I, umm, see your point.”

Smirking down at her, I still held her eyes as I found the strap of her bra, pushing it down her shoulder until her breasts were revealed to me. Emory blushed all the harder but then released a breathy moan as I ghosted my thumb over her hardening nipple.

“Oh, fuck.”

Emory’s eyes rolled back, and she arched up into my touch as I continued to grind my erection against her. The fabric separating us was long for this world, and I balanced on my knees so that I could remove her bra altogether.

“Vlad, I…Oh, God...”

I hovered my mouth over her nipple, admiring the sweet, round bead that I’d only seen in pathetic dim lighting before. Closing my lips around the hardened peak at the tip of Emory’sbreast, I moan against her skin, nearly losing it right there to just the feeling of her against my tongue.

Squeezing her breast, I pressed her nipple deeper into my mouth while my other hand snaked around her back to arch her up closer to me.

My cock ached, burning for release already, and I’d only just started. I twirled my tongue across her breast, and Emory’s knees pressed into my sides as she sought to clench them together. There was a lick of pain as my newly stitched-up graze pulled, but I didn’t give a fuck. This was too damn good.

I pressed my thick body between Emory’s thighs, dwarfing her slender body with my own. As I did, she couldn’t stop herself from sliding her core right up against me as the couch sunk down with my weight.

With little more to offer her, I groaned against her flesh, using the primal sounds to signal my enjoyment. Emory responded by threading her fingers through the short hair at the top of my head.

Grazing my teeth over Emory’s nipple, I pinched just enough to get her bucking against my mouth. I loved how beautifully she responded to the dance between pleasure and pain, and I was desperate to watch and feel just how much her exquisite body could take.

“Fuck, Vlad. Oh, God, ugh.”

I popped Emory’s nipple out of his mouth with a satisfying smack and blew over it. The rush of air sent goosebumps skittering across her entire body, and I grinned from ear to damn ear. Gripping her breast, I squeezed down on that naughty bud again, and Emory let out another glorious whine.

Humming my approval, I let the sound deepen into a growl, my hunger for her swelling.

Emory quivered against me, and I savored the sight of her. She was fully exposed to me from the waist up, and I savored the lovely curves of her breasts and sides, dragging my nose over her sternum as I breathed her in.

Paying equal attention to Emory’s other nipple, I smiled, chuckling lightly, as she clawed and mewled, trying in vain to clench her thighs together. Her hips rocked as I continued, grinding that pussy of hers on my shaft, and fuck, it was incredible.

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