Page 25 of Incandescence

Kicking free of the denim and boxer briefs, Maya reached up and pulled me to her mouth. Our kiss was as fierce as our bodies rubbing together, her legs wrapping around my hips even as I fisted my dick to center it at her core.

I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and plunged even deeper into her tightness.

She hissed with pain.

I froze and my voice cracked with tension and disbelief. “You’re a virgin?”

“Not anymore.” Her voice was about as taut as her body.

Shame swelled inside. “Shit, if I’d known I would have been more gentle—”

She reached up and kissed away my reservations, her lips an insistent brush over mine before she pulled back and said, “No more talking. I need you to make me forget...everything.”

I cupped her jaw, loving her smooth velvety skin, her silken hair that’d come free of its ponytail. But most of all I felt honored I was her first and only lover. “It will be my pleasure,” I said hoarsely.

It took every ounce of my willpower to move in and out of her with slow and careful strokes. But my resistance melted away faster than icecaps in the Sahara when she grasped my hips and urged me on. Faster. Harder. Until the slap of my balls hitting her flesh and our grunts and groans echoed in the damp, dark room like a primal sonata.

Her breath caught, and I knew she’d been caught unawares by the orgasm that caused her body to stiffen and her inner muscles to clutch at my cock. I didn’t even try to hold back. I groaned loud and long at the primal ecstasy that shook me to the core and sent me to some other plane even as my seed shot inside her in pulsating jets that drained me dry.

I folded over her, limp as a wrung-out cloth yet buzzing with joy.

I kissed her one more time, savoring the slow return to earth and the taste of her tongue and breath that lingered with the musky pussy essence that I’d shared earlier.

She splayed her hands and outlined my face, and I wished I could see her stare when she said in an awed voice, “Wow.”

I grinned smugly. The darkness allowed me that freedom at least. “I hope your first time was as good as you imagined?”

“Better,” she breathed. “Much, much better.”

Satisfaction careened through me and took away all my weariness, at least for a little while. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear it.”

I could almost sense her smile even before she said. “I can only hope round two will be as pleasing.” Her sated and relaxed body suddenly stiffened beneath me. “My God, we didn’t use protection.”

“There’s no chance of impregnating you. Not with even the minutest vampire blood in our veins.” I’d learned that much, at least, when I’d been in the nest and fucking women as if it was my right. Of course, I’d told myself I was doing my so-called playthings a favor. They were desperate for sex thanks to the vampire’s blood exchange.

“Really?” she breathed, her relief patently obvious.

I ignored the strange tightening in my chest and added, “We’re also immune to any mortal disease.”

Her whole body relaxed, and I chose that moment to disconnect and lie beside her, tugging her around to face me so we could share breath and intermittent kisses.

She sighed. “If we were to die tonight, tomorrow night, next month...or whenever in the future. At least I understand now why some women throw their whole lives away to be with the one man who makes them feel this good in bed.”

“Well, you’re not dying anytime soon,” I said with a certainty that defied the weariness settling into my bones. “Not on my watch.”

I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent of lavender and musk deep into my lungs. Would I ever get enough of this woman? We might carry the perfect blend of blood for vampires, but we shared more than just that.

I’d never been a spiritual man, but I was drawn to Maya with a soul-deep connection that’d roused me from the very start. Like she’d poured icy cold water over my sleepy senses and braced me for the future I could have. And now my heart beat again with something other than the formality of existing.

“Then it looks like we’ve got each other’s backs,” she said sleepily, not even trying to suppress a yawn.

I smiled against her neck, wanting only to press myself even closer to her curves and her warmth. “It’s been a hell of a day. Get some sleep. We’ll need our wits about us in the morning.”

“Night,” she murmured.

“Goodnight, Maya.”

“‘Night, Alexander...and my name’s Charley.”

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