Page 76 of Shattered Illusion

“But?”

“No buts. Not unless you like that kind of thing.” He winks, chuckling at his own joke.

I giggle, smacking his chest, but my laughter dies as I gather my bravery to ask the one question I’m dying for an answer to before this goes anything further.

“And us?”

“I’m yours. If you’ll have me.”

“You’ve been mine since you walked into my parents’ house; you just didn’t know it. Now take me to bed, vampy.”

“Gladly.”

All expectations—notthat I had any—are thrown out the window when Axel leaps to his feet with me secure in his arms. One thing’s for sure. I never thought a vampire could actually be giddy, but Axel exudes it in waves, making me giggle as he flashes through his house, our surroundings nothing but a blur until he places me down on a hard wooden surface.

Like the rest of his house, this room has candelabras stationed along the walls and a lit fireplace casting a golden glow around the room. But it’s not the gothic light source that draws me in. It’s the furniture that seems to be what catches and holds my attention the most. It puts his office and the rest of his house to shame as it screamsvampireright down to the black coffin he’s set me upon. I’m not completely sure how I feel about this very spot being where we come together for the first time, but I can’t deny a feral part of me is excited at the morbidity of fucking on top of it.

Something I’ll have to dissect later. Now isn’t the time for it.

“Cor meum,” he murmurs, gripping my throat in his hand to get my attention. “Can we take off your glamour? I want to stare into your beautiful pink eyes as you scream my name when I make you come.”

Fuck. Yes, please.

My thighs, still wrapped around his waist, clench and drag him closer as I grind on the hard length pressing against the zipper of his jeans. It seems every time I’m in close proximity, he’s trying to hide what I do to him. Never again. It’s a heady feeling to know this smart, strong, handsome vampire reacts to me in such a lewd way.

Remembering his question, I nod my head, swallowing hard at the prospect of being bare before him. And I’m not just talking about a lack of clothes. I know he’s seen me without my glamour before, but it’s become a crutch to hide behind. It’s the wall built to protect myself and keep me safe, hiding my true heritage beneath the surface.

Axel’s been around long enough that I know he’d never ask me to take it off if there was a chance of someone else being in his home who could see me without it. But it doesn’t stop me from trembling as he curls my hair around my shoulder, his lithe fingers clasping the delicate chain and removing it from my neck.

He dangles the snowflake charm between us a moment before reaching over and placing it on a small table resting nearby. Then his cool hands cup my cheeks, his lips quirking in a smile as he gazes into my eyes.

“There she is,” he murmurs sweetly, softly kissing my forehead. “While you’re beautiful with the glamour, I want the real you. The most beautiful version of you will always be this one—your true self.”

Swoon.

“So, vampy,” I rasp huskily, “now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?”

He playfully rolls his eyes at the nickname. Once upon a time, not all that long ago, calling him that to his face would have worried me that he was going to tear my throat out. Not anymore. Not after taking the chance to get to know him.

“Hmm,” he hums low in his throat as he grips my neck once more. “Everything.” He squeezes to make sure he has my attention. “But first, I want a real taste of that pussy. Licking you from my fingers was nothing more than a tease.”

Fuck. He thought that was a tease? I didn’t even get to come before the stupid rock bird interrupted us.

His fingers skim across my skin, pressing chaste kisses everywhere he can reach. The soft tickle of his fangs builds the anticipation coursing through my veins.

I’m panting for breath by the time he releases me, my panties flooded with need for the man to just give it to me already. Screw all the foreplay. I don’t want it. Just impale me and make me scream your name.

Before those very words leave my lips, Axel drops to his knees, his height working to his advantage, leaving him eye level with my cloth-covered pussy. My cheeks heat seeing such a prominent man on his knees. For me.

The cold of his skin seeps beneath my leggings as he grips my calves, throwing them over his shoulders. I’m about to question if he’s going to take them off, but the sound of fabric tearing rends the air, and a soft breeze from his harsh breaths wafts over my now bare pussy.

My eyes widen, and I’m about to grumble a protest at the fact that he ripped my damn clothes, but he silences any and all thoughts by burying his face between my thighs.

There’s an untamed quality to his attack on my tender flesh, making me moan and groan with every swipe of his icy tongue.It’s a whole juxtaposition of feelings. My heated flesh. His cold touch. The two contrasting against each other and clashing into one to create a symphony that has me sobbing and shaking on top of his black lacquered coffin.

“Just as delicious as I anticipated.” I shudder at the lust lacing his words.

His loose blond waves hide him from my view, and I gather it all in my fists, moaning as he groans his approval into my cunt. My eyes squeeze shut, unable to keep watching or I’ll come too quickly. Too soon. But oh, it feels too damn good to try and hold back.

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