Page 111 of Pucking Obsessed

When Robyn clings to me in the small space, it’s as if she’s offering up her soul, as well as her body.

There’s nothing but the sound of our two bodies slapping together, and our puffs of breath, gusted against each other’s throats.

When I speed up, she can’t hold back any longer and keens. “Jude…”

“Cara mia.” I latch my teeth back over my bite mark, laving it with my tongue. “Come.”

Robyn does, clawing at my shoulders and convulsing like I truly am killing her.

It’s the most beautiful sight in the world, especially as I know that it was my command and not my cock that made her come.

I keep fucking her, never letting her go.

I’mneverletting my Robyn go.

I thrust one final time more deeply into her, as a primal drive takes over.

I growl, before I come.

The pleasure is blinding.

I rest my forehead against Robyn’s, as we both come down from the high.

Robyn is panting. “We really gave your vampire court a show.”

I chuckle, moving back from Robyn to carefully take off the condom without risking my suit and deposit it in the bin at the back of the fitting room. Everette must be used to finding condoms in it.

I tuck my cock safely away.

“You were perfect. The truth, however, is that I told everyone to fuck off because I’m a possessive, psychopathic vampire, rather than the type that sparkles. I don’t allow anyone to hear how sexy you sound when you scream my name.”

Jude.

If I could only hear Robyn say one word to me for the rest of my life, it would be that.

When Robyn drags up her panties and pulls down her dress, she overbalances.

She squawks, tumbling over into me in the small space.

I catch her by the shoulders, righting her.

Robyn gives me a sheepish smile. “Well, Dracula, now that you’ve had your snack, shall we call your friend and tell them what we’ve chosen? Vampires are definitely one of my 1001 fantasies. We’ve road tested the hell out of it.”

Robyn checks herself in the mirror, pulling a face at her smudged make up and pushing her hair behind her ears.

I drag back the drapes with a flourish.

Then I stare down in horror at the large, black box, however, which is blocking my way. “Shit.”

“What’s…?” Robyn glances over my shoulder and then pales. “I thought that we were alone in here? D’Angelo, I will kick your ass, if we just gave a real performance to someone in this store.”

“If it was Everett, then we’ll have made his lifetime.” My cheeks redden, however, as I crouch to study the box.

The top of the shiny box, which is wrapped in ribbons, is crushed like someone has stamped on it.

What the hell is this about?

“Everett?” I call.

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