Page 26 of The Heartbreak Hex

“Please, Vlad!”

“I want to make this last, sweetheart,” I admit, gently brushing the side of her clit. She quivers again and I’m sure that she’s about to come. “I’m still not convinced that this isn’t a dream and I won’t wake up alone and lonely, aching for you.”

Gertrude pulls my head up and takes my lips in a sweet kiss. “This is real, Vlad,” she says, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “I’m with you. You’re mine and I’m yours. We have all night to go slow. Right now, I want fast and hard.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” I say, notching my manhood at her entrance and slipping through her wetness. “Whatever you want, you get.”

Slowly, I slide into her tight sheath. My eyes roll into the back of my head, it feels so good, but I keep surging forward.Gertrude moans, her eyes closed, her back arched as she surrenders to my intrusion. She looks beautiful under the light of the Halloween moon. Her channel flutters around my dick, the beginnings of an orgasm. I was right; she’s close.

“I love you,” I tell her again. “So much.”

Then I start pumping in earnest, grinding my hips when they meet hers so that I'm pressing on her clit. She shrieks with pleasure and her pussy squeezes down, milking my dick as she comes. Reaching between us, I stroke the sides of her clit, while still pumping my hips, prolonging her orgasm as she comes and comes.

When I’m certain that she can’t come anymore, only then do I let myself come, releasing my spend inside her. I collapse on her, but catch myself with my forearms so that I don’t crush her under my body. Breathing heavily, I roll onto my side and pull her with me so that she’s draped across my chest, her curled hair going wild.

“Wow . . .” she says, echoing what I'm feeling. “That was . . .”

“ . . . perfect,” I finish for her. “Just perfect.”

Gertrude pushes herself up my body, our sweaty skin sliding together and gives me a deep kiss that I return immediately. “And not a dream,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Not a dream,” I echo back gratefully. “You’re mine and I’m yours. Right?”

“Right,” she says, snuggling back down onto my chest. “Yours.”

I smile into the night, my arms around the precious witch of my dreams, the moonlight spilling onto the bed and I sigh.

Best Halloweenever.

Epilogue

Gertrude

The bell to my shop rings while I’m packing an order for a customer.

“Be right with you!” I call over my shoulder, before turning and handing over the box of potions to the customer at the counter.

“Thanks, Gertrude,” says Lenny, a lake monster regular of mine. “You’re the best.”

“You’re welcome,” I smile. “Enjoy your party!”

He turns to leave and I look around him to see who my next customer is.

“Vlad!” I say, “What a surprise.” I’m teasing him. I see him almost everyday for lunch, where we usually sneak in a little afternoon delight. It’s been a little over a month and a half and we still can’t take our hands off of each other.

Vlad comes forward and leans over the counter, giving me a deeper kiss than is strictly proper for being practically in public, but I don’t care. I want to kiss him all the time, no matter who is watching.

“You’d think,” the vampire says, pulling apart, “that since I'm sleeping with the owner, I’d get priority service around here.”

“Nope,” I tease back. “You have to wait your turn, just like everyone else.”

“You wound me,” he feigns, before smiling. “Ready for lunch?”

“Yep, let me just get Gretchen,” I say, untying my apron and coming out from around the corner.

“Oh? Isn’t she busy with candy orders?”

“It’s fine,” I tell Vlad. “It was part of our deal when she started her business in my backroom that she’d watch the shop occasionally.”

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