Page 63 of Seph

Her hips moved forward and his answered at once, hard, too hard, making her squeak.

“Sorry! Carried away. You feel... Nothing has ever felt like this.”

Another shove of her hips, a gentler answering pulse. Simeon had supernatural strength. He held himself up easily over her with one arm and lifted his free hand to his mouth, licking his fingers as he looked into her eyes before bringing them to her pussy.

“Ahh,” Emily let out a breath, mouth falling open as he started to move inside of her while rubbing her clit.

“I’m going to make sure you feel good,” he promised.

His movements sped up and she let them, just enjoying the new sensations, pussy jumping and squeezing steadily. “Getcloser,” she whispered, pulling his shoulders and bringing him to her chest. Her own hand slid between their bodies and rubbed, cheeks flooding with heat at the sodden, slippery mess of fluid where they joined together.

“You’re soaking. So wet for me. I want that. I want you to be even wetter.” He looked at her with love, but Emily saw the flash of red in his eyes, saw him lick his lips. “I want you wet enough that it flows down your thighs and I can chase the waterfall. Do you know there’s no part of you I wouldn’t run my tongue over, Emily? Do you know that you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Van Helsing?”

“And you... You’re what I want. Shouldn’t have. But want. And you’re mine.” He had to be hers now. She’d let him in. She never let anyone in, and now that he was here... She couldn’t let go. Wouldn’t.

A ruby red glitter stayed and scared her for a fraction of a second before he grabbed her mouth with his. “Yes, Emily. I’m all yours.”

There was a missing, answering note that she was supposed to know, to say, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. Something suddenly burst in her, a different kind of pleasure, one that made her spine curl and her stomach muscles tense while her pussy spasmed in time to the rapid beating of her heart.

Simeon knew that answering call, she could tell by the savage twist of his head, the snarl that ripped from him as his hips suddenly thundered against hers and brought her to a second, shivering orgasm that was different from the first but no less exciting. This one left her staring wide eyed as he arched over, suddenly frozen except for the tremors coursing down his long, lean torso. Lukewarm wetness spread through her pussy, a flood of his juice joining hers.

“Simeon...” she wheezed.

“I love you, Emily.” Intense eyes, intense hands, grabbing her chin and her shoulder before he kissed her.

“Ohhh,” a soft wheeze escaped her when he moved to let her breathe.

“It was too fast, wasn’t it?” he whispered, worry in his eyes.

“No. No, it was so good. I want... I mean, I understand why people do it again and again.” Emily blushed.

“Mm. Agreed. Again and again.” Simeon buried his head against her neck, and his tongue tickled her pulse.

“But... We have to call. We have to figure this out. Because you’re mine. And I can’t lose you,” Emily whispered, holding him tight.

“I know. Not going anywhere. Well... Anywhere far.” Simeon rose to his knees, pulling out of her with a wet gush that made her half sit up. His ice white fingers held her forearms and she didn’t move—just watched as he kissed a path down to that soaking wet center.

Emily licked her lips.Should say something. Not going to.

“Oh, God.” she breathed out shakily as his tongue began to dance over her folds, lightly at first before diving in with those low, savage noises she’d only heard in battles. These were a gentler version—a hungry tiger, a big cat with a snarling purr.

“Ah!” A prickle of sharp fangs caressed her swollen folds.

“Sorry,” Simeon looked up at her with blood on his lips and a thoroughly debauched smile on his face.

He’s a monster. A vampire.

I’m in love with a monster—and the monster loves me.

Inner voices shouted at her to feel shame. Failure.

Simeon’s loud purrs as he slowly brought her to a third orgasm drowned them all out.

Chapter Eighteen

“Jakob? How’s your Greek mythology?”

“Good heavens. I suppose it’s passable. I could get Calder, if you like. He is a distant descendant of Poseidon.”

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