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I turn my head. “He said I was hurting you and that I had to leave. He broke my phone and?—”
“Stop,” he says, and I look up and gasp. His face is more terrifying than I have ever seen it as he literally vibrates under my hands with anger. His eyes are red, and fangs have descended past his lips that just kissed me so thoroughly a moment ago. “Did he hurt you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Did he touch you?” His tone is feral, and I realize Frank Stein is a dead man.
“No, he didn’t touch me,” I tell him, pretty sure he doesn’t mean him dragging me onto the plane.
I glance at the window, realizing we are stories high in the sky and Vlad can make an entire castle shake. Probably best I don’t tell him anything bad just yet. Honestly, if Vlad can keep him away, it doesn’t matter what he did anymore.
“I need to hold you,” he says, picking me up without waiting for a reply and walking us across the room to the sofa. He sits and pulls me to his chest, rubbing his hands lightly over my back and arms.
“Why didn’t you message me?” I ask. “I got a new phone as soon as I could and kept waiting for you to message me on Insta.”
“I have not had my phone.” His hands touch me everywhere, his mouth kissing anywhere he can reach, as if he is trying to relearn my curves. “I will tell you that story when we have more time.”
I smile. “The wedding will take hours.”
His head goes back at that. “Hours?” He kisses me softly, his tongue licking at the seam of my lips.
I open, letting him inside, and moan. A sad, embarrassing whimper of a sound escapes me as he pulls his mouth from mine. I want more.
“Vlad,” I breathe. “I need you.”
The wedding really will take hours and I am about to combust with the need to get my hands on him.
The hand cupping my cheek moves, and his fingertips skate over my face, thumbing my bottom lip, his breath coming in pants and ghosting over my chin as he leans to kiss me there. Goosebumps erupt on every surface of my body. He tips my chin up and kisses my neck, making me shiver.
“You are the loveliest thing in existence,” he whispers against my skin. My cheeks heat, and I cup his face in my hands to gaze into his coffee-colored eyes. “You make the stars look like cheapfluorescent lightbulbs,” he says, searching my face like I really am the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He’s such a sap. I laugh at that, and kiss him again.
Chapter 42
AUBREY
We scrambleto our feet as he tears his jacket off, his fingers a blur as he unbuttons his waistcoat, and I start salivating when his bare chest comes into view. His slacks drop next, and my mouth hangs open.Fuck me, I almost forgot how huge he is. He pulls me to him, and his cool skin feels so good against mine which seems to be burning from the inside. His muscles bunch beneath my hands as I touch.
“Stay still,” he breathes at my neck.
I obey, freezing in place, and my dress unzips itself. His hands follow the path of the zipper, sliding down by back, then hips, easing the fabric from me until I’m left in my strapless bra and panties. Like my dress, my bra seemingly unclasps itself and falls to the floor, and he becomes motionless, staring at my breasts like they’re Starbucks and he’s a thirsty millennial. The thought makes me giggle.
“I need you to listen.” His tone doesn’t allow argument and I look up into his face. “If you ever mistake my feelings as anything less than complete adoration of you, of the very air you breathe,” he says wrapping his hand around my throat, “I willmake sure my name is the only word that leaves your lips until you understand.”
My nipples tighten as he squeezes, his touch sending lust skittering up my spine. Oh god, what this vampire does to me!
“Please, Vlad.”
I cry out when he lets go of my throat to grab my breast, plucking my nipple to tease me. I stretch up to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip.
Vlad lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist, and I grind into his hard cock. In a blur of movement, my back is against one of the floor-length windows that look over the streets beneath the hotel. The cool glass at my back and him at my front sends shivers down my spine from the mirroring sensations.
Our gazes lock as he pushes at my entrance, and a legit growl rumbles out of him when he realizes I’m still wearing my underwear. He rips my panties from my hips impatiently, and I cry out as he pushes his big cock inside me, stretching me. God, it’s been so long, and the fit is deliciously tight.
“Fucking hell, this pussy,” he says with a groan, pushing my back against the window. His cock surges inside me on each word. “You feel so fucking good.”
I have a death grip on his shoulders, and I cry out each time he thrusts. I’m so wet, it’s like I’m a slip and slide for his dick. He nips at my lips, and I open, letting his tongue graze mine as I come completely undone. Lifting his head, he looks up at me, his large hands kneading my thick thighs.
