Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
And then his fingers were there, sliding over my clit.
I couldn’t stop the loud moan that fell from my lips as his fingers pressed inside.
He muttered something in a language I couldn’t understand.
“More,” I demanded, chasing his fingers as they pumped inside me. “It’s not enough.”
“May I have you?” he asked, his fingers still moving as he pulled my face close to his. The phrasing was oddly formal, but the words were gravelly and rough. A shudder ran through my body. I felt delirious with sensation, my palms burning as I ran them under the collar of his shirt, touching anything that I could.
“Reese,” he growled, his eyes intent on mine. “May I have you?”
“I thought I was already yours,” I bit out, grinding my pussy against his hand.
“That’s not an answer.” His hand stopped, and my body snapped, taut as a wire.
“Will this ever go away?” I asked, trying desperately to focus. The question felt important, but I was having a hard time remembering why. “If we stop now—will it go away?”
My stomach lurched at the thought.
“For me, never,” he ground out. “For you—partially.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, you can live with it. With distance, it’ll be manageable.”
“How manageable?”
“I don’t know.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to reason. He could leave. My hands tightened on his shoulders.
I tried to convince myself that this didn’t have to be forever. I could stop things now and still go back to my normal life. I could manage it. In time, it could just be a wild memory that I brought out to impress people at parties. I was once a Vampire’s mate, but I’d walked away.
The thought made my chest feel like it was going to cave in.
I could continue on with my normal life.
I opened my eyes again and met his weary ones. “Do you want to stop?”
“Yes.”
His hands didn’t loosen, so I asked again.
“Do you want to stop and walk away?”
He was silent for a long moment before he let out a strangled, “No.”
“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice shaking as I stared into his eyes. I remembered the last name, Boucher—but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what his first name was.
“Beaumont,” he breathed as I slid my hands up his neck. “Beau.”
“Beau,” I whispered, testing it out. Something inside me settled. The name felt familiar. Welcome, somehow. “You can have me.”
Within seconds, Beau had shoved his jeans down his thighs, and my tank top was gone. The underwear I was wearing tore away like paper, my hips barely jerking at the force of it.
I ran my lips along his jaw, my entire body vibrating with anticipation. He smelled so good and tasted better.
A hand around the back of my neck forced my head backward, and I mewled in protest as he jerked me down, filling me with one smooth thrust.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, my eyes widening in shock as he pulled me closer.
“Quiet,” he ordered as I grappled for something to hold on to. My fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head, my other hand gripping his shirt when he struck.
The teeth at my neck burned, but it wasn’t painful. Confusion filled me. My mind told me to jerk away, to fight him, but instinct had my body loosening, curving around him as he rolled his hips beneath me. Holy hell.
The orgasm hit me so fast that I couldn’t even breathe as it pounded through me. I wept as his tongue laved where he’d bitten.
It wasn’t enough. I stared in disbelief as he raised his head, meeting my eyes.
“It’s all right,” he whispered, his hand on my hip still urging me to move.
“I feel like I should apologize,” I babbled, the words garbled. I didn’t understand what was happening, and I tried not to sob in frustration. I’d just come, but it felt as if I hadn’t. I wasn’t even close to satisfied. The burn under my skin was excruciating. “It’s not—it wasn’t good. This isn’t good. Maybe we were wrong.” My hands loosened, and I dropped them to his shoulders.
A small smile played around his lips, and I had the sudden urge to hurt him. None of this was funny. My nails dug into his shoulders as he lifted the meaty part of his thumb to his lips. When he pulled it away, two puncture marks stood out in stark relief, little beads of blood barely showing.
“No,” I muttered, pulling away a little as he pressed his hand to my mouth.
“Trust me,” he ordered, pressing harder.
I glared at him, prepared to tear him a new one until the blood hit my tongue, coppery and warm. A wave of coolness flowed through me as he began to thrust harder beneath me. It was ambrosia. The best thing I’d ever had in my mouth. My heart thundered as my eyelids fell.