Page 31 of Incandescence

I removed her too-big clothes with quick hands and removed my own clothes in record time. My dick was harder than steel at seeing her naked in full daylight, her breasts luscious and her waist trim. Her long legs quivered, drawing my eyes to her gorgeous little pussy with its fine strip of dark hairs. She drew her belly in before she splayed a hand across the taut flesh.

There was no time to enjoy the scenery, or even to ask her to take her hair down so I could see it fall around her shoulders and breasts. I needed to take her pain away.

“Just fuck me,” she whimpered.

I climbed over her, my cock throbbing in sync with my racing heartbeat. I wanted Charley more than anything else in the world, but I’d have to save making love to her for another day.

Right now, hard and fast was her only stipulation.

“Please,” she gasped, compressing her lips as her eyes glazed over with pain.

I kneeled between her thighs, pushed her legs up and over my shoulders and guided my cock to her beautiful pussy. I sank balls-deep into her tightness with a deep groan.

I didn’t give her time to adjust to my size. I rocked in and out of her without any preliminaries, ensuring her mind focused on the sex, and on the chemistry that burned between us hotter than a lightning strike.

Her eyes glinted, her pain evidently fading as moistness covered my shaft. I stroked harder and faster. Her head fell back, her neck arching as she gasped and moaned.

I growled, my balls tightening painfully. I wouldn’t come until she’d gotten off first. No way in hell.

She jerked, and I sensed a hunger, which pain had coalesced into a fiery climax. She cried out, her muscles clamping like a fist around my cock.

I pumped one last time and roared as my seed gushed out, flooding inside her and leaving me drained.

I closed my eyes for a moment, needing to shield my visual of Charley, who’d softened my heart and hardened my cock to steel without even trying. I’d fought for so many years against my blood craving, yet I had zero willpower against this woman.

I wanted her with a greater hunger than I had ever had for anything the vampire could offer me.

Her legs fell from my shoulders and I opened my eyes and disengaged from her wetness.

Moving to lie beside her, I then gathered her close.

“Thank you,” she said hoarsely, her eyes glinting with moisture. “Whatever you’re doing works. Most of the pain evaporated the moment you slid inside me.”

I stroked over her hair, my skin warm with the afterglow of sex. “I’m thinking we should try it once just because we’re in the mood for it.”

She brushed a hand down the side of my face, her lips curling at the corners. “We should, shouldn’t we? Luckily, I wanted you from the very start.”

Euphoria pushed through my system, leaving me lightheaded and incapable of speech. Instead I leaned forward and kissed her, a tender merging of lips that conveyed so much. I pulled my head back, my voice cracking with emotion. “I wanted you from the start too.”

She smiled. “I know.”

I pushed some loose strands of hair behind her ear, wondering absently how anyone could be so beautiful, inside and out. “My feelings are...intense considering I’ve learned so little about you.”

Her smile dimmed, even as she said brightly, “Maybe it’s my mystique that attracts you.”

I cocked my head to the side, my gaze holding hers. “Seriously, I’d love to learn some more about you, Charley.”

She blinked. “I’ve told you my real name. It’s more than I know about you.”

I exhaled softly. “I was Jake Reynolds a lifetime ago, but I’ll always be Alexander now.”

She frowned. “You’d give that kind of power to the vampire?”

“He might have named me, but he doesn’t own me. Not anymore. After everything I’ve been through, the name fits me now. I’ll never go back to being the Jake I remember.”

She nodded, blinking tiredly. “You’ve been through hell and back. I’m not about to pretend to understand how you survived. And you’re right, the bloodsucker doesn’t own you, he never did. Not like he wanted to. If he had, you’d never have wanted to leave the nest.”

I turned inward for a moment, thinking back even as I had to shake away the memory of the death of each woman who had. I cleared my throat. “A pity it took forty-six years and you to make me realize I really could leave.”

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