Page 62 of Seph

“I... I’m not sure what’s easier to clean up,” she whispered.

“Oh, pet. You don’t worry about that. I’ll clean you up.”

“I mean because—”

Simeon took the words she was nervous to say away from her. “Because you think you might bleed? Baby, that’s the best part of dating a vampire. I’ll take care of you. Of all of you.” He swallowed. “Want to know something?”

“What?”

“I was a virgin when I died. I’ve only ever made love as a vamp—and technically, never made love at all. Slept with. Fucked. Shagged. I’ve had a long time to learn, and want to know what I learned?”

“Hm?” she asked, mostly with her eyes, voice so small.

“That you’re already the best I’ve ever had, and I don’t want anything else.”

Emily curled her legs around his waist, knees digging in just above his hip bones as their mouths collided.

My naughty girl, sucking her own sweetness off my tongue, Simeon thought in an erotic haze, focusing on one naughty detail so he didn’t explode at the thought of what would happen when they lined up just right.

Simeon put down huge, velvety black towels from the bathroom on the enormous bed. He said it was because she was wet and shivering, but it was also his way of stopping Emily from worrying about staining the comforter.

She’s always the worrying type, with good reason. Wish I could reach inside and find the switch that turns her mind off for a bit. Just feel. Just enjoy.

His fingers were inside of her again as he laid beside her, kissing her. His mouth traveled to one of her perfectly plump breasts and started to trail down again, but Emily stopped him. Held him fast.

“Okay,” he whispered, reassuring them both.It’s time. She wants me. Gives me herself.“It might take a little time to feel good, okay? You tell me what you like as you figure it out, and then I’ll do it, all right, Emmy?”

She smiled at him suddenly, a beautiful, big smile. “Sounds good.”

Sounds good. Feels good. Wrapped in someone’s arms, being adored. Loved. His fingers were better at pleasuring her than her own, and it wasn’t fair that he made her a squirming wreck, a blushing, panting mess who was inching her hips up and down, fucking herself on his fingers. One of her hands came down to grip his cock, stroking him clumsily, then with more surety, loving the way his moans cracked and rippled.

“Nice and wet, baby,” he purred, two fingers lodged inside of her. “I can feel you squeezing me. Almost there.” His whisper against her neck made her adrenaline fight the pleasure.

What if he bit?

What the hell if he did?

I believe him. He’s not going to hurt me.

“Ready to try a bit bigger?” he whispered.

She nodded, letting go of his length, groaning softly when his fingers slid from her with a slick sound. She watched as he knelt over her for a few seconds, rubbing her wetness over his pearly pink-white tip. He lowered himself to her, lining up between her legs.

This is it. The plunge. The pain.

But it wasn’t. He was rubbing himself through her wetness without sliding in, the friction of his cock on her clit making them moan together. And then at last, when she thought he was just going to make her come by rubbing her overstimulated little bundle of nerves, he slid inside of her.

A long, steady, even glide that made her eyes water and shut at the stretch, but there was no pain. Just a stretch. And the more the stretch stayed—body spreading and widening around his cock, the more she liked it. The more she needed to squeeze on him. Move on him.

“God,” Simeon grunted out one word.

Emilly looked up at him, finally opening her eyes.

His face was a mix of divine suffering and bliss, some fallen angel out of marble torn between pain and pleasure.

“What’s wrong?” Was there blood? Was he trying not to bite?

“You feel amazing. I get to... I get to make love with my girl.” He looked down on her in awe, and the torture was gone. Only bliss was left.

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