Page 67 of Forever Midnight

Midnight doesn’t say anything, his lips pressing together as he moves down my body and settles between my legs. He spreads my legs wide, breathing warm air over my cock and balls. I swear I could crawl out of my own skin with want at this point.

Midnight dots my inner thighs with kisses as he makes his way to my dick. I’m expecting him to lick me, but he just kisses me sweetly there too. I’m about to beg for more but the words die on my tongue as his fingers find their way to my hole.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I whisper. “Midnight.”

“Yes, mon chéri. Tell me what you need.”

“You. Want you inside me.”

“Do not fear, kitten. I will take care of you.”

He traces a finger around my rim, blowing softly before dragging his tongue over it. Arching my back, I tangle my fingers in his thick hair.

“Yes, like that,” I moan.

“Fuck,” Midnight whispers, tasting me again. “You taste like paradise itself.”

He buries his face between my legs, the scruff on his cheeks rubbing the delicate skin of my thighs, his tongue pushing inside me, soon joined by one finger, then another.

I give myself over to pleasure, completely lost in it as my skin tingles and ripples with pleasure. I have no idea how Midnight makes me feel like this, but I don’t much care. It’s just so damn good.

A moment later, he’s hovering over me, gazing down. He doesn’t speak as the head of his cock catches my rim, his excess of precum slicking my hole to ease his entry. Still doesn’t speak as he enters me slowly, each inch stretching and filling me up. My mouth hangs open as my eyes water, the sting deep within me both pain and pleasure.

Midnight looks like he’s seen an angel, his expression serene and even awestruck as he searches my face. Somehow, he looks even more perfect than usual.

My eyes flutter closed as he begins to move within me, and as he nuzzles my neck, sucking and gently nibbling, a thousand fleeting memories swirl through my mind, like they’re caught in a tornado. Slowly, they slot into place, and the very palpable sensation that I’ve been here before, with this man making love to me, is cemented in my mind.

Images of Midnight, his hair longer and his eyes definitely glowing, appear behind my closed eyelids.

The two of us walking in a garden at night. Our clothes are…not modern.

Arguing, crying, Midnight on his knees, his hand outstretched for me.

Me, crying in a lavish bedroom, clutching a letter with Midnight’s name on it.

What is all of this? I try to open my eyes, but it’s like I can’t. Even when I feel the sharp sting at my neck, I can’t break free of the images.

More images come to me. Midnight, holding my hand, our bodies slick from lovemaking.

“Benedict, I love you, my Benedict. My sweet prince.”

Benedict? Why is he calling me that?

“I love you too, Leander. But my family…”

It looks and sounds like me, but I’ve never said those words before.

“I have to tell you my secret and pray your love remains.”

I can see him so clearly in my mind, his vulnerable eyes and trembling tone.

“I’m a vampire, Benedict. I want you to join me. Be my love for all of eternity.”

My eyes fly open. “Vampire.”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

MIDNIGHT

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