Page 76 of Blood

Jack, on the other hand, devours me. Every swipe of his tongue against my own is further proof that I’m his and he’s mine. All my doubts and worries over the upcoming battle are gone, banished by the promise his kiss is offering.

He’ll protect me.

He’ll stand by me.

He’ll fight with me and for me.

His kisses quite literally zap all residual thoughts away, until all I can focus on is his hand in my hair and his lips against mine. Pain explodes through my skull as he tugs just hard enough to send lightning spurting through my bloodstream.

Somehow, I find myself straddling him, my hips moving of their own accord as I rub against the hard cock tenting his pants.

“Jack,” I whimper as I tug my lips away from his to meet his eyes, the color of a stormy sky. Lust has darkened the pupils until the blue I’ve become so familiar with appears almost gray in the lighting.

“Yes, my angel,” he murmurs as he peppers kisses down my neck.

“I need you.” I grab his hair as tightly as he fisted my own, loving how soft the black locks feel beneath my fingers.

“You have me.”

Is he...teasing me? I detect a smile in his voice as he continues to suck and nibble at my skin.

“You know what I mean,” I growl out.

Jack pauses, his lips directly above my collarbone, his lips curved up in a smile I can feel against my skin.

“Do I?”

His touch has rendered me useless. All I can do is pant and gyrate against him, desperately seeking friction.

“Fuck, Jack. I need you. I need your cock.” I don’t want to beg, but I’m desperate. My body is on fire, and I know only Jack’s touch will be capable of diminishing these particular flames.

Anticipation lances through me as Jack’s warm, sultry chuckle reverberates through my body. He pulls away from my neck to study me. The amused, wicked smile fades from his face, replaced by something infinitely sweeter and softer.

“I love you, Violet Dracula. I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

I desperately drop my mouth to his, feeling the weight of his kisses in the marrow of my bones and the depths of my soul.

“I love you too. Both of you. So goddamn much.”

And then it becomes a desperate race to get each other’s clothes off. Jack isn’t gentle or worried as he rips off my sleep shirt and tosses it aside. I didn’t wear a bra after my shower, so my breasts spring free, my nipples already hard and aching for his mouth.

He doesn’t disappoint as he lowers his head to one of the nubs and begins to suck on it. The hand not holding me in place inches into the waistband of my sleep pants and panties to rub at my slick folds. When he bites down on my nipple, pain unfurls inside of me, but it’s eclipsed by the pleasure Jack is rousing with his skilled fingers.

“You’re so wet for me, angel,” Jack murmurs as he pulls away from my breast to resume kissing me. His words are raspy, heated gasps against my lips.

“I need you, Jack,” I whimper. “I need your cock inside of me.”

A wicked grin, so unlike my usual shy and timid mate, spreads across his face. He tugs away from me, just far enough to gauge my expression. “I suppose I should indulge my lady,” he murmurs as he curls his fingers in a beckoning motion inside of me.

I’m rocking my hips faster, chasing that release, when Jack pulls out of me. He grabs my waist and lifts me off him, settling me beside him.

“Jack!” I feel like a pouting toddler as I cross my arms over my naked chest and fume.

Jack simply smiles as he tugs his pants and boxers down the rest of the way, a pearl of precum glistening at the tip. Somehow, he lost his shirt, though I don’t remember tugging it off him. Perhaps it was when he had his fingers deep within my pussy...

I take a moment to admire his sculpted, naked body.

Mine.

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