Page 146 of Slay My Name


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He positioned his cock against her slick heat. Pushed the head inside, just a few inches.

Waited.

Her gaze met his. Simon reached for her hands. He threaded his fingers through hers and pinned her against the mattress.

He took her. Thrust deep and sure and felt the sensual heat of her sex close around him.

His teeth clenched and he reined in the beast within him—tried to, anyway.

Her legs wrapped around him, and her ankles dug into his ass.

More. There, in her eyes. What she wanted?—

He withdrew. Thrust deep. Again and again. The bed rocked. Their bodies trembled, but he took his time and he took his pleasure. And made damn sure she took hers.

Bite.

He didn’t look at her neck. Didn’t take his gaze from hers. This time would be different. It had to be.

Her sex squeezed him and the telltale ripple had his spine tingling.

He thrust harder. Faster. His control began to disappear, and the need—a consuming, devouring need—had his breath heaving and his hips surging.

She came hard. The contractions of her sex made his own climax erupt as he pumped into her. The long, hot wave blasted through him, into her, and the pleasure stole his breath.

Still he thrust. Even as his cock jerked and he climaxed inside her, he thrust.

Harder, but slower. Deeper.

His fingers tightened around hers.

She whispered his name.

And came again.

Sweet fucking hell.

Oh, yes, he’d die for this woman. In a heartbeat.

* * *

They began to gather in the darkness. First, just a few. Two. Then three. They came together silently as they felt the psychic snap of the old connection.

The bond was gone. The Born dead.

One in the group knew the Born’s killer. A vampire who’d seen the woman end Grim.

Vengeance?

A life for a life?

Slowly, the others came. Humans once. Killers, monsters now.

They waited.

More would come.

Chapter Seventeen

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