Page 51 of Seph

“That’s what I do. Take on everything at once,” Emily laughed. “A Van Helsing fully commits. Does nothing by halves.”

Wait, does that mean I’m fully committing to him?

Scary thought. So many scary thoughts—a lifetime of them.

I like these thoughts the best, I guess.

“Yes, love, I know. You give your all, but for now, let’s try it in stages,” Simeon whispered, laying back and wrapping her hand around his sheath. “Stroke up and down.”

Emily let him guide her hand for a moment, loving the way his eyes closed and his body went limp with pleasure. He didn’t breathe, but his moans took on a breathless quality that made her feel like she was doing this whole sexual thing right.

And it was nice, to hold his hand, to learn something gentle with someone. To feel safe with someone.

She understood, suddenly, why you wanted to kiss your partner’s most intimate, private pieces. They were safe with you. Precious to you. They were instruments of shared pleasure and connection.

Her mouth sank slowly this time, halfway down, then up again. Simeon’s hand came to rest on her head, cradling it as his moans grew.

“I’m dreaming,” he whispered.

She looked up at him from her position between his spread, half-bent legs.

“Ohhhh, yes. Emily, yes, love. Look at me.”

Salty drops of wetness crossed her tongue as she sucked while looking at him. Simeon squirmed, moans becoming strained grunts.

“Why are you doing this for me?” he whispered, so much hope and desperation in his eyes.

“I want to. I want to show you... I want to show you.”What? Still finding the words for it.

“Love you, Emily.”

She kissed him again, swirling her tongue over his tip this time, dragging her teeth up and down the cold blue vein that ranthe length of this cock. She stopped to do what he’d done, to kiss the soft skin of his inner thigh, to trace the muscles of his legs as she made love with her mouth.

She reduced Simeon to a groaning mass that clutched the sheets and praised her every motion until he suddenly pulled her hair and forced her mouth away.

Cool wet ropes splattered across her breasts and neck as Simeon came.

She’d finally gotten her coveted prey, the notorious vampire Simeon Crow, defeated and helpless, flat on his back.

“I’ve been fighting vamps all wrong,” she laughed softly.

“Beat me up like that any time you like, Van Helsing.”

“Dad! Dad, give me that! You’re going to break—shit.”

“Melinoë Gaia! Isthatthe sort of language they teach you at Oxford? You’re grounded for a decade.”

“Dad. You can’t ground me. Now, ease in gently, or you’ll wake him. That would spoil everything.”

Simeon raised his hand. “I’m up.”

“No, vampire, you’re sleeping, worn out by your... hm. Milly, are you sure you don’t want to go visit your grandmother?”

“Daddy, I’m not sixteen hundred anymore. I know what Simeon and Emily were doing.”

“How exactly do you know that?”

“Da-aaad.”

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