“I . . . ”
“Say yes,” he whispered, tracing my clit with his thumb. “Say yes.”
This was the man that took me to heights that were unimaginable. He was magic, power and sex and he scared the hell out of me in the best way possible. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Such a good sexy girl.” His fangs scraped the inside of my thigh as his fingers found their way back to my bottom. I shuddered and closed my eyes as his teeth moved closer to my center. The sensations of his fangs teasing my clit while his fingers pressed into my ass made me whimper and moan. The thought of doing something I had always believed was forbidden added to the raging fire in my belly.
Trying to stay still was impossible and my body found a rhythm that pleased itself. I was spiraling to a place I didn’t recognize. Ethan worked with Vampyre speed and I forgot what we had even talked about. I was one huge pulsing nerve open for him to use as he wanted.
I screamed. I screamed so loud I was sure I could be heard in the Basement of Hell. I screamed as his fangs pierced into parts of me that I was sure were illegal and his fingers probed inside of me with expert knowledge of how to make a woman lose her mind. My body flailed and twisted, needing less and more as an orgasm of epic proportions ripped through me leaving me with no coherent thought whatsoever.
“Oh my God,” I gasped in a hoarse voice as aftershocks rocked me.
“That’s just the beginning,” he said, moving up my body and settling himself between my legs.
He pushed only the head of his cock into me and held still as my orgasm pulsed on. He moaned as my body contracted around his and the muscles in his neck strained as he fought to hold out.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”
His concentration snapped and he slammed into my body. As wet and softened as I was, I was still never prepared for his size. I cried out in pleasure and pain as he sheathed himself in me to the hilt. His mouth found my neck and his tongue drew small tight circles around my veins as my body found his rhythm and I met him thrust for thrust. The heat in my abdomen unfurled and shot through my limbs.
The speed and intensity would have killed a mere mortal, but we weren’t mortal. We were Vampyres and I wanted more than just sex. I wanted blood.
“Bite me,” I moaned as I grew closer to another orgasm. “Now,” I hissed as I tightened and clamped around him. He bit down and I cried out with what little voice I had left. The sheer electric force of all the things happening at once were too much. The pulse in his neck called to me and my fangs ached with need. I pressed my lips to his neck and bit.
His shout of pleasure as he came rocked me into darkness. Little explosions of bright golden light burst behind my tightly closed eyes and his lips found mine. I kissed him as if my life depended on it and our tongues tangled and fought.
With our bodies still merged as one, I held on tight. He showered my face and neck with kisses and I breathed him in. He was as essential to me as blood. I needed him to exist. I loved him with everything I had . . . and I knew he loved me too.
“Was I right?” he asked smugly.
“Um, yes . . . yes, you were,” I admitted. If I was still capable of blushing I’d be as red as my hair. “You just about killed me.” I giggled and buried my face in his strong neck.
“Come with me,” he said, hopping out of the bed.
“Where are we going?” I followed him out to the living room.
“We’re going to christen every square inch of this house,” he informed me with an evil glint in his sparkling eyes.
“Oh we are, are we?”
“Yes, my love. We are.”
And we did.
Chapter 21
“I’m sure the bastard cheated, but I can’t prove it,” Satan said as he picked at his breakfast.
“You do realize that you just called Mister Rogers a bastard?” I laughed at the incongruity. My uncle was quite put out with losing and was even more displeased with the deal that had been struck.
“It makes no sense,” he pouted. “I was cheating and he still won.”
“Do ya think there might be a lesson there?” I asked and he rolled his mesmerizing eyes.
“Absolutely not.”
The dining room was massive and as overblown as the rest of the palace. With only three of us at the table the room felt positively cavernous. The table had to seat at least thirty. A buffet was laid out for a king—exotic fruits, homemade breads and jams, pancakes and waffles, muffins and an array of freshly squeezed juices. The maple syrup sat in a bowl of steaming water. The smells were divine and I wished for the umpteenth time I could still eat food.
“I’d offer you some blood, but we don’t keep it on hand,” he said. “I assume from your rosy cheek color and the smell of sex you are both quite satisfied.”