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But I can do this all night. Vampire speed isn’t just for getting places fast. We also have stamina. I grin.
I bring her to the edge of orgasm, loving the feel of her as she tightens around me, and then I slow down. I’m not ready for this to end yet.
“Didier.” Her nails claw my lower back.
I love it. I love the care and the violence, the pleasure and the pain. It’s intoxicating. I don’t want this to end.
“We… can go… again.” Her words come out in a gasp. She turns her neck. “Bite me. Please.”
I’ve been asked before. Begged, even. Every time a human offers you their neck, it’s overwhelming and wonderful.
This, seeing Clara exposing herself to me, giving herself to me—it puts the last four hundred years of my life to shame.
We can go again. The meaning of her words hits me. This isn’t a one time thing. She won’t disappear from my life. She’ll be here tonight, and tomorrow night. For a lot of nights.
I drive my cock into her, causing her to gasp once more. Harder and faster. This time, I won’t be stopping. The teasing is over.
As my hips hammer into hers, I cover her with my body, licking at her neck. She keeps it turned, the invitation still open.
She’s close. So am I. I want us to feel this together, to fall together. Drinking from her is as exciting for me as it is for her during sex.
I wait a few seconds more, seconds that feel like a lifetime. Then as gently as I can, I bite down, piercing her skin. I wait, and the blood wells in her mouth. I nearly come right then. She tastes as sweet as I thought it would be. I suck harder, not slowing the pace of my cock. I want her to feel overwhelmed, to feel the best sex she’s ever had.
“Oh, sweet hell.” She gasps, the words barely intelligible.
I understand. I’m close. I wait, to sense the shift in her blood. The moment where she worries that I might go too far. That I might cross a line.
It doesn’t come. But I come, my orgasm hitting me like a train as I spill myself inside her. It lasts for a long time, and then I’m not able to move.
I lay atop her, until her breathing resumes something like normal and our hearts are not pounding like a storm in the middle of the Atlantic.
Carefully, I slide out of her, and then next to her, drawing her to me, holding her close.
“Clara?”
“Hmm?”
“Weren’t you worried?” I’ve never drank from someone and not felt the shift. The question of fear. The worry. I have to ask.
“About what?”
“That I might take too much? Go too far?”
“No.” Her voice is sleepy, unconcerned. “I trust you, Didier.”
The truth of her words knocks me into silence.
Chapter Fifteen
Clara
Inestled against his chest, loving the smooth coolness of his skin. A gentle thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum, lulled me into a sleepy state.
His heartbeat was in time with mine.
The truth of what I’d just told myself hit me, and I sat up to look at Didier. “You have a heartbeat.”
“I do now.
