Page 95 of Hot Blooded
I nod in agreement. He shows me pictures on his phone that Alastair and Libby have sent. They’re in Disneyland Paris with Charlotte, apparently having the best time. I ache with longing at the sight of our adorable little toddler in my sister’s arms. I can’t wait to see her again, hold her.
We talk about everything and rest together on the bed. Reign brings me a bag of blood and I drink some of it, but I promise him, I’m okay. I don’t feel ravenous or out of control. I feel like myself—only stronger.
“I love you so much,” Reign says, pulling me close to him. New awareness tingles inside of me. Ohhh. I’m aroused, I realize…
Vampire sex. I want to know what it’s like.
I run my hands along my husband’s chest, down over his firm stomach, lingering over the front of his pants. Reign apparently is on to me and he lets out a low chuckle.
I lean up on my elbow and bring my mouth to his, and he kisses me deeply.
We shed our clothing quickly and Reign positions himself above me. I can’t wait any longer. I need him. Need this.
Chapter 50
Tressa
Within a blink of an eye, Reign moves between my legs, pushing inside as I ache around him and Holy. Wow. I do not remember this feeling, because nothing ever felt like this before. It’s otherworldly. Pleasure and sensation zing through me, blurring the lines of reality.
Reign rocks inside me, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through me. When he buries his neck next to my cheek, I take my taste, sinking my fangs into his flesh. And My. God. Sex is even better while I’m drinking from him. The feeling is too much. I had no idea that sensations would be increased. Exponentially. I feel more. I notice more. Everything is amplified. I love it so much. Everything is better.
Heat gathers in my cold body and like a spring, snaps, sending a hot flood of liquid down my thighs as Reign groans out in pleasure.
“Tressa, Ohmygod. Baby. So. Good,” he pants. Not a second later, he is groaning out, groaning and panting as his rhythm falters into an unsteady shake, and he empties himself in me.
Finally, he collapses on top of me. “That was,” he sighs.
I pant out my own breath. “You did not undersell that, Mr. Tryst.”
A sound of breath passes his lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mrs. Tryst.”
We lay together, coming down from our high for a long time. Then, when the fuzziness of my brain clears, a thoughtleaps into my mind and I sit upright. “Can we call Charlotte?” I ask.
Reign slowly pulls himself up next to me and wraps me in his arms. “Of course we can. But she’s fine. I talked to her a few hours ago. She told me she pooped on Uncle Alastair, then gave me an evil laugh.”
My shoulders slump in relief. “And Libby?” I check, as if somehow my transition would have put her in danger.
“They are happy and well, sweet Tressa. Although I’m sure eager to hear you are awake and well yourself,” he tells me while planting a kiss on my jaw. “So yes, we should call them.”
I nod and stand to find a phone. Wrapping a robe around my shoulders, which I realize is more a habit than anything, because I no longer seem to sense temperature, I dial Libby.
“Is she up?” Libby answers and I laugh.
Recognizing my voice, she sighs. “Tressa! Thank God. We’ve been losing it over here, worrying about you. Lena’s called me every hour on the hour for three days.”
“Is that how long I was out?” I ask, looking at Reign. He holds up three fingers which confirms it.
“How do you feel?” Libby asks. “Is it awesome?” There is an obvious question in her voice.
“You’re going to love it,” I tell her. “And little sister?”
“Yeah?”
“The sex as a vampire is incredible,” I tell her with a laugh.
“So Alastair tells me. Although judging by his reaction…” she trails off. “I have some news myself.”
“What’s that?”
