Page 55 of Wicked Heirs

His eyes burned into mine, offering me no reprieve, nowhere to hide, nowhere to second-guess this strange thing between us.

The next thing I knew, I was fisting my hands in his hair and dragging his mouth to mine.

The moment our lips collided, all bets were off.

His hands were all over me, running up and down my back, over my ass, up to my shoulders, around to my breasts, then sinking into my hair, as we both took our fill of each other.

“Has anyone ever told you just how fucking good you taste?” he breathed as we broke the kiss to catch our breath.

“Many,” I said, grinning up at him.

His lips quirked. “Many, huh? Is that right?”

“Mmm hmm,” I said, running my fingers over his hard pecs.

His hands slid to my hips. “Not a little virgin angel then.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Precisely,” he said, drawing soft circles over the thin fabric of my night dress. “Exactly what I’ve tried to impart to Xavier.”

“He’s a virgin?”

“He is.”

“Because of his fears about his control since becoming a vampire?”

“That, and he’s a romantic. He’d never just hook up with someone. The closest he’s come is during the likes of the Kick Off where he watches while he feeds.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“Sweet? Is that what you want?”

I fisted my hand in the waistband of his boxers and jerked him to me. “Not right now.”

A sexy growl rumbled from him, and then he was tossing me onto the bed.

I landed on my back with a soft thud, a thrill running through me at his roughness.

He pounced on me in the next second, thinking he’d trap me under him and close in all around me.

Before he could get that far, I used my supernatural strength to flip him onto his back, and rolled on top of him.

I slammed his shoulders down. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

He smirked as I slapped his chest leaving a stinging red-raw mark. “That’s right, little angel, punish the fuck out of me.”

I scraped my nails down his chest, all the way to the waistband of his sexy boxers.

Rivulets of blood trickled over his skin, the sight doing things to me and earning a throaty groan from him, and him undulating on the bed.

It spurred me on and I took it further, leaning in and lapping up the blood, relishing the coppery tang and him throwing his head back in rapture.

I trailed my tongue along his gorgeous Fae markings.

I left some blood down by his lower abs and as I sat up, I coated my hand in it.

Then I leaned down and dragged his boxers down with my teeth until his big, raging-hard cock sprung free.

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