Page 95 of Vampire's Breath

I rocked back onto him, my cunt enveloping his girth as he groaned. His fingers dug into mine on the table.

A wicked chuckle rumbled through him—approval laced with something darker. His grip on my hair was swift and sure, yanking my head back until I looked up at him, breathless.

His grin was a thing of pure need. He pulled his breath in through his teeth. “Wildflower…” His fingers twisted in my hair, just enough to sting as he held me there, his eyes locking on mine.

A sharp crack filled the air as his unforgiving palm met my ass. An exquisite heat bloomed through my bottom as I bit mylip hard, tears welling in my eyes. I refused to give him the satisfaction of my pained scream. Not yet. I would only give it to him when I could no longer contain my pleasure.

His approval hummed low in his chest. “Not a sound.” Lorcan’s grip on my hair eased, his fingers threading through the strands as though memorizing them. “So fucking beautiful.”

I looked over my shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eye softened, and though his smile still held the shadow of a predator, something deeper lingered beneath it—reverence, wonder, the quiet terror of a man who’d never believed he could deserve us.

He leaned across my back, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke, his voice husky but softer than before. His touch trailed over the sting, soothing and adoring. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

I shifted against him, feeling his body answer mine, pressing further into me—but this time, a raw tenderness tempered his thrust. His hands traced the curve of my back with a gentleness that made my throat tighten.

I reached back, seeking him, and he was already there—our fingers lacing together. He moved with a slowness that allowed me to feel everythinge, easing out and sinking back in, his cock a silken caress on my most intimate parts. It wasn’t a claim, but a moment of surrender, of losing himself and finding himself all at once.

There was no hurry now, no frantic edge to prove or demand. Instead, each movement became an offering—flesh and spirit entwined, blending into something neither of us could name. Only that it belonged to us, and nothing would ever tear it away.

My heart fluttered, embracing this connection, fragile and unstoppable. I squeezed his hand as I submitted to the soft tenderness of his possession.

Lorcan exhaled, one hand tracing the curve of my spine as his fingers on the other tightened around mine. “I’ve wrecked you enough for the moment, wildflower. Tomorrow is another day,” he murmured. “I will spank you, and bind you, and show you worlds you never knew.” His lips brushed over my pulse, lingering there, savoring the shudder that ran through me. “But now”—his voice dripped with possessiveness—“I need to feel you just like this.”

He pressed into me again, slow, deep, deliberate—a reminder of everything he already owned. I trembled beneath him, grasping his hand as he kissed the nape of my neck. “You’re mine,” he whispered, but the words no longer rang with dominance alone. It was a confession—a submission of his own. “And I’m yours.”

His breath warmed the nape of my neck, his words a vow branding themselves into my soul. “Forever.”

I closed my eyes and savored the pain of his fangs sinking into my flesh, taking everything I freely offered him. And I gave him everything—my body, my blood, and my heart.

Epilogue—Briar

There was a soft tap on the door.

“Come in,” I said with a smile.

Lorcan opened the door and stepped inside, his gaze sweeping the room. “Anything specific on the agenda for today?”

I walked around my desk and over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“A shipment is coming in this afternoon, and Amy and I have some wedding planning to do later. And the last of the paperwork for the deed transfer got here this morning, so I need to look over that.”

We were transferring our properties into the Dún Na Farraige Estates Incorporated portfolio.

Lorcan tilted his head. “What do you think your mother would say?”

“She would be thrilled. Mostly that you and I are together, but also that I know the truth of my ancestry.”

His eyes drifted to the journals on the shelf behind my desk. I lay my head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

“And Lady Isobel can finally rest,” he said.

I smiled up at him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Lorcan, she’s always been at rest. My mother and I were the ones who needed to know.”

“And if she knew the truth?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. We never considered that vampires could exist. It always seemed like Lady Isobel had made up some wild, romantic story. But without her, I never would’ve been led to you.”

He kissed me, his lips warm against mine. “That’s true. And I’d still be sulking around here, wanting nothing to do with my family and fearing I’d repeat what Ashdowne had done.”

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