Dying to Date(63)

He thrust into her.

“Cruel,” she breathed as he sank into the deepest parts of her.

“We only have an hour,” he replied. “And I need to make good on my promise.”

Her eyes nearly crossed as she caught his meaning.

“I’m not sure that’s possible.”

His warm chuckle filled her ears. “Sweetheart, I promise you it is.”

Gripping her hips, he slowly pulled out of her.

Melissa bit her lip as her sensitive nerve endings protested the renewed activity. She was almost ready to object when he sank back into her.

“Oh,” she sighed, welcoming his long length. It was ridiculous how right everything felt when he was lodged within her.

Her teeth grazed against his shoulder as he increased his pace. She held on, raising her pelvis to every thrust. Together they writhed, racing toward a mutual satisfaction.

Tarian drove into her again and again. She closed her eyes and matched the movement of his body. True to his word, she felt the pressure building again within her. Melissa rocked to the rhythm, trying to satisfy that inner craving.

“Please,” she panted.

“A little more,” he breathed into her ear.

Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the sensations he inspired. Pleasure rolled through her, inching her ever closer to another shattering climax.

She clutched onto Tarian and tried to hold herself back as he stroked into her, but with every movement it became a harder task.

“Soon,” she whispered.

She never knew if he heard her. His cock drove deep, and she tightened her inner muscles, not wanting him to leave her again.

Tarian’s guttural groan echoed in her ears.

As much as she enjoyed wringing such a sound from him, she couldn’t last much longer.

He stroked back into her and Melissa released her death grip on her control.

Her orgasm crashed over her, more sweeping than the first. She felt Tarian pound into her, heard his heartfelt roar of release as he came within her.

Melissa barely paid any heed to the extra weight collapsing on top of her as her body gave in to the sensation racing through it. Pleasure coursed through her veins. She couldn’t even form words to describe the experience.

When the aftermath subsided, she relaxed back into his arms.

“Two,” he said.

She laughed. “Listen, Tarian, I appreciate the effort but consider the make up bill paid in full.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled them so she straddled him.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. “I promised four and I never stop anything halfway through.”

“Well,” she breathed, looking down at him. “I’ve always enjoyed a challenge.”

As he pulled her down for a kiss, Melissa wondered if she’d ever been as happy as she was that moment. And what did it mean that Tarian made her happier than anyone else in a hundred years?

“How much time do we have left?” Tarian asked.

Melissa couldn’t even manage to turn her head to the clock. Her entire body was completely sated. Her lover had stayed true to his word and then some.

“Melissa?”

She groaned. “I’m betting not much.”

“We should get ready.”

“Says you. I’m not sure my legs still work.”

Tarian rolled over her, propping himself up with his arms on either side of her head. She looked up into his face and marveled at the happy light in his eyes. She’d never seen him look so relaxed and carefree.

“What happens next?” she whispered, cupping his face.

“We brave your father,” he replied with a roll of his eyes.

“No. I mean after. Say this plan of yours goes off without a hitch and Dominic is out of our lives forever. What happens then?”

Some of the joy in his eyes slid away. “What do you want to happen?”

She traced her fingers along the length of his jaw, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t want this to be the last time I get to hold you.”

“Then it won’t be.” He leaned down to press his lips to hers. Melissa closed her eyes and enjoyed the simple touch, meant to comfort, not arouse.

“Promise?” she whispered.

“I’ve been thinking I’m going to suspend my Fated Match membership,” he replied.

Her eyes snapped opened. “Why?”

“Because I met this woman, you see. And right now, I want to concentrate on her and not on securing a new date every week.”

“I thought you were looking for your mate,” she said. “Fated Match is the best way to do that.”

“True,” he agreed. “And in seven hundred plus years, joining that agency is still the best decision I’ve ever made.”

“Oh?” She arched a brow.

“Because it introduced me to this incredible vampire. One I can imagine falling for so very easily.”