Page 73 of The Vampyre

“Hello,” I answered, smirking. James whipped around with a start, dropping his clipboard which clattered noisily on the metal floor. His eyes were as wide as the moon, drinking in my naked figure perched before him.

“Mrs. Blackwell,” he stammered, flushing bright red, heart galloping. I laughed freely, something I had not done in some time.

“Call me ‘Rose,’” I murmured, snaking my arm around his neck, gathering his sandy hair in my fingers. With my advantage I pulled him to press against me. “Would you like to pick up where we left off this morning?” I kissed him, taking his bottom lip in my mouth as I bit it gently. He groaned, running his hands down my bare sides.

“Absolutely,” he breathed. James trailed his kisses down my neck and stomach until he kissed my very center, lapping me up with his tongue. I held his head in place, whimpering while his tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves. It was slick and hot in a way I had never known, and the sensation had my legs shaking. He gripped my hips tightly, holding me to his face to devour me.

And I wasn’t here anymore. I was in a carriage, shoved against a wall with someone under my skirts. I coiled tighter and tighter under his mouth, panting with each movement of his tongue as it pierced my center, swirling and drinking. He made a rumbling sound of pleasure, burying his head deeper between my thighs. One of his hands came up, capturing my breast and pinching my nipple between his fingers. I was molten.

He hurled me over the edge, my body writhing as I crested the wave of climax against his mouth until I couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling his head up and kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue. I throbbed for more.

Jumping down from the crate, I bent over for him to take me from behind. He encircled a hand in my hair, tugging it back so he could enter me deeply with one smooth stroke.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” he grit out, plunging into me again. I was in my room, sharp teeth nipping my neck, cool hands running over my body.

“More, William, more!” I cried, cursing as I realized whose name I shouted unthinkingly. I tried to control myself and not destroy the shipment in front of me while he fucked me, hopeful he hadn’t noticed.

His hand from my hair moved down and around my neck while the other pressed into the small of my back. I could hear him closing in on his own release and I reached underneath to touch myself while he vigorously moved in and out of me. Wet, slapping skin echoed through the large space of the room.

My core clenched around him, his cock hitting the exact spot inside to push me over the edge once more. We climaxed simultaneously, our combined cries ricocheting around us as well fell into a heap on the cold, metal floor. James was sweating, huffing as he stared at the ceiling. I could not help but to give a chuckle at his innocent expression.

“What exactly is funny?” he asked, lifting his hips to slide his trousers on, his cock glistening in our sex. I propped up on my elbow, trailing my finger along the designs of his chest hair poking through the unbuttoned portion of his shirt. He hadn’t even bothered to get naked.

“You looked so innocent just then, like a boy experiencing love for the first time.” I leaned into him, kissing the tip of his nose. “Thank you for that.” He looked me over, setting his hand on my stomach.

“Are you…?” he trailed off awkwardly. I shook my head.

“No. I was, a long time ago, but lost her. Your father misunderstood me.” I shrugged, not meeting his eyes. I had not spoken so freely about my lies with anyone before. James simply nodded.

“I understand, my father can be a bit simple minded, especially as he ages. He takes something and runs without looking back. I started joining him on journeys, in an attempt to assist him, help him maintain his stance as a decent captain.”

“That’s very kind of you. He is lucky to have you.” I smiled gently, swirling the bit of golden hair in the center of his chest.

“What was your husband’s name?” James inquired, looking at me with serious eyes.

“William,” I replied, suddenly awash with the guilt.

“He was a lucky man.” He gave a lopsided smile, cupping my cheek. I bit my lip. “It’s alright that you said his name. I will take it as a compliment.” Embarrassment was uncomfortable in the void of my heart and although I could not blush, I wanted to. Was it not bad enough that I’d fantasized about William while James was inside me?

“So, tell me, do you have a woman waiting for you in New York?” I desperately needed to change the subject.

He waved me off, grumbling something incoherently.

I laughed, “You do have a woman waiting in New York!”

“No, no, let’s not talk about that.” James sat up, buttoning his shirt.

“Mr. Reynolds! You sinner, you!” I teased. He smirked, pushing me playfully.

“Get your dress, let us head to bed.”

“Did I wear you out, Captain?” I teased, splaying out on the floor. He scoffed and began to gather his belongings.

“To bed, captain’s orders.”

“I did wear you out!” I chuckled, jumping to my feet. “If you must know, I myself amexhausted.” I winked, walking back toward the entrance to gather my own clothing from the floor. I could practically feel his eyes burning into my bare rear and I turned to watch him as I slid the dress back over my body.

“I wish you didn’t have to do that,” he muttered. I threw my head back in laughter, the lightness of it all was invigorating. Lust was invigorating, it made me feel alive. “You may laugh all you wish, but my God, Rosemary,”

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