Page 30 of Vampire Bite

She smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “Maybe just a little.” Her grin softened. “Okay, here’s one more—last one, I swear. If you could be any animal, what would you be?”

“Is that even a question?” I scoffed. “A wolf, obviously.”

“Oh no, that’s too predictable. You have to pick something else,” she said, grinning widely.

I threw my hands up in surrender. “Fine. Then… a hawk, maybe. I wouldn’t mind the perspective, seeing things from above, keeping an eye on everything.”

She nodded approvingly. “A hawk, huh? Majestic, sharp-eyed, kind of mysterious. Yeah, I could see that.”

“What about you?” I shot back, leaning closer. “Let me guess… something colorful, unpredictable. A fox, maybe?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “A fox, huh? That’s… interesting.” She took a moment to think, then looked back up with a sly grin. “I think I’d be a dolphin. Free, clever, always in motion.”

I nodded, smiling, realizing it suited her more than she knew. “That fits,” I murmured.

Suddenly, a stillness settled between us, and something felt different. Her laughter had faded, and she was looking at me in that way… like she was literally seeing me, maybe for the first time. I felt the air change, something unspoken humming between us, pulling me closer and closer.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I leaned in. I brushed a stray piece of hair back from her face, and she didn’t move away. Her eyes stayed on mine, wide and steady, like she was waiting, even daring me. The way she looked at me…it made everything else fall away.

I kissed her—softly at first, testing the waters, but then I felt her lean into it, responding, drawing me in like she’d been waiting for this too. There was a warmth in it, something that reached down deeper than I’d let myself feel in years. In that kiss, the world outside faded, the headquarters, the rebels, the fight—all of it gone.

It was just her and me, wrapped up in a moment I didn’t want to end.

Chapter Seventeen

Annika

I couldn’t stop kissing him. The sensation was as strong as before, but it was different this time. Before, I couldn’t help myself, I had to give myself to him, I had to have him, and now, it seemed that we were both giving each other to each other, as strange as that might sound.

Our kiss deepened, becoming more passionate with each passing moment. I raked my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, as he lifted me into his lap. I could immediately feel his cock bolting into action, tight inside his pants. Desire roared through me, coursing though my very veins.

There it was again, that feeling of not wanting to stop, of not being able to stop.

“Take me,” I murmured into his lips as I continued kissing him.

I didn’t need to tell him twice. He grabbed my ass with both his hands, squeezing it, rubbing me against his hardened cock. I was mad with desire already.

His hand traveled up my shirt, unbuttoning it. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipple reacted to his touch immediately. It pebbled under his touch, hardening as his fingers played with it.

I lifted my head, closing my eyes. His lips trailed an invisible line down my throat, sending a million little goosebumps down my spine. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it, tugging at it gently with his teeth.

“Oh…” I moaned softly, opening my eyes and looking down at him. He lifted his gaze to meet mine, flashing in the darkness.

He laid me down on the blanket, taking off my pants, but leaving my panties. His pants were thrown to the side with equal haste, then he adjusted himself between my thighs.

“I want to look at you while I fuck you,” I heard him say, and molten lava exploded somewhere deep inside of me.

I wanted him to fuck me harder than ever before. I wanted to be completely consumed by him and his lust. I wanted us both to burn in the fires of passion, until there was no going back for either of us.

He pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy, and it was already too much. His eyes held my gaze. I wanted his lips on mine, but instead, he chose to look at me, while he was taking me, while he was making me his.

He didn’t rush this time. Before, neither of us could wait. It was a matter of life or death. This time, it was different. He wasn’t rushing.

He wanted to feel me, all of me. I was trembling under the touch of his fingers, grazing softly against my skin. I was shivering under the weight of his body looming over mine, waiting for the moment when he would take me.

Then, he grinned. It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but smile back.

Slowly, he slid inside of me, stretching me all around himself.

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