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I don’t realize it, but I’ve wrapped my arms around myself. I guess it’s colder than I thought.
“Sure.”
He leads me inside, and without a word, up the stairs we go. My heart pounds erratically as he leads me into his bedroom. When he turns to face me, his smile is charmingly crooked.
We sit together on the sofa in front of the fireplace in his large bedroom suite.
“I thought we weren’t doing this again. That’s why you’ve been avoiding me, isn’t it?” I ask against my better judgement, because I certainly don’t want to blow my chances.
He shifts, legs widening. “I don’t intend to drink from you again, but you’re hard to resist.”
I lean over and separate the distance between us and press my lips to his. He kisses me back, cautiously, slowly. I wasn’t sure how tonight would go, but so far, so good. He deepens the kiss, his tongue stroking mine.
A moment later, he pulls back and strokes his thumb over my jaw.
“I know you have needs…” He pauses, voice steady. “…but I’m not the man for the job. I wouldn’t know how to be gentle or soft.”
His words wreck me. He’s wrong. I know it.
He begins to undress me, seductively kissing each new patch of skin he exposes. It feels incredible. His moves to his knees on the floor before me, and my chest seizes.
On his path south, he trails a seductive line of kisses along my stomach, down one thigh…
His mouth moves between my legs, and I stifle a moan by biting my thumb.Oh wow. Pleasure skyrockets through me and I gasp. My brain quiets and there’s nothing but sensation. Warm, sultry kisses designed to make me lose my mind. Reign is apparently enjoying his task... the sounds he makes are delightfully filthy. His dedication to my pleasure knows no bounds. Moments later, I come apart, breathing hard, like I’ve run a sprint.
When I finally catch my breath, Reign is leaning over me, stroking my hair, placing soft kisses against my collarbone. My shoulder. He looks positively wicked.
A slow smile lifts my mouth. “You’re… uh… really good at that.”
He chuckles, the sound low and tempting. “Thank you.”
Chapter 23
Reign
Tressa is nearly drunk with pleasure—a smile lifting her lips while I place tender kisses on her neck, the delicate shape of her collarbone. Her sweet blood calls to me with every heavy heartbeat, but I don’t let myself indulge—no matter how much I may want to.
“You’re… uh… really good at that,” Tressa breathes out the words.
I chuckle.
“Thank you.” A hundred years of practice give or take… Although, even if you’d paid me one million dollars, I couldn’t have recalled a single woman—vampire or human—who’d come before her. There’s only Tressa. My sweet Tressa. Her blood is addictive—it tastes like nothing else I’ve ever had. But it’s more than that too. Her touch is electric and being near her… it feels like home. I can’t explain it.
She turns her face to mine and kisses me deeply. Any reservations I have about this—and I have quite a few—disappear the instant her tongue touches mine.
Because... Well,shit. It’s so good. She’s enthusiastic and tempting and she’s making the most eager sounds. I haven’t felt like this in years. This reckless and unrestrained. I like it more than I should.
My thoughts betray me, and I fantasize about what it would be like to finally have Tressa. Thoughts like that are dangerous,and I shouldn’t let myself indulge, but here we are. My own mindset seems to be a fluctuating currency on the matter.
She’s a beautiful human—inside and out, and I’m a lucky man who gets to share in providing her pleasure. My body feels like it’s about to burst, but I ignore my primal instincts.
With superhuman strength, I remove myself from the sofa where Tressa looks warm and comfortable and sleepy.
I offer her one hand. “Let’s get you off to bed.”Otherwise, I can’t be held responsible for all the vile and filthy things I want to do to you.
The nexus between her needs and my desires is vast, and trying to do the right thing is… new for me.
Tressa accepts my help and lets me pull her up from her spot on the sofa. I help her to her bedroom and press a kiss to her forehead outside of her bedroom door.
