“Three, maybe four, others. I couldn’t see their faces.” I suck in a deep breath. “But I could feel them. They tore into me, ripped me apart, and I couldn’t wake up until I was…”
The tears fall before I can get it all out in one breath.
“Dead,” I choke. “I was dead before I woke up.”
A light clicks on, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. Gray shifts, pulling me in until his cool skin presses against my back. I’m sticky from sweat and feverishly warm from my thrashing. It’s easy to relax and melt against him like this, especially when he’s holding on so tight. For a long minute, neither of us says a word.
“I’m sorry, Millie.” His voice is hushed, almost too quiet to hear. “Are you afraid?”
It takes me a minute to realize what he’s asking me. The nightmare was terrifying, but that’s all it was. What he’s asking me is if I’m afraid ofhim, of vampires.
“I am, yeah,” I tell him honestly. “Butyoudon’t scare me.”
“But Dante does.” It isn’t a question, it’s a fact. “Vampires do.”
“I’m more scared of what a vampirelikeDante could do to me.” I already had a taste of what his ex could do, and maybe that’s why the nightmare was so bad. Dante didn’t care about pretense, he just mangled my wrist and left my neck a mess. Gray wasn’t like that, though. He was careful and precise.
“Iama vampire like Dante,” he argues, but it’s a poor rebuttal.
“You’re not, though.” I say, turning in his arms until I can see him plainly.
“And what makes us so different?” Gray tilts his head. His hair is a mess, sticking up straight in some places. Even with bedhead he looks gorgeous.
“Well, you haven’t ripped into me during the times you fed.” That’s one point, but probably the most important.
“Just because I’ve learned how to maintain my cravings,” he pauses, licking his lips as he eyes my face, lingering too long on my throat, “doesn’t mean I haven’tfantasizedabout it.”
Absently, I place a hand just above my breasts. “You do?”
“Oh yes, all the time,” he says, but then his voice drops, as his hand absently skims beneath the surface of the flimsy nightgown I’m wearing. “Depraved fantasies, Millie. Just awful.”
“Will you tell me?” I ask, a little breathy. He is mesmerizing.
“I could.” His lips dip to mine, stealing a kiss. I feel giddy from it, jumping when I feel his hand move from my hip to the dip between my thighs. He strokes my growing heat lightly, as if asking for permission. “But I’m more interested in showing you what I mean.”
“Wait.” I hold his wrist. “I want to… try something with you.”
Gray smirks. “Go ahead.”
Gently, I press his chest until he’s on his back. Then, with as much grace as I have, I climb up and position myself above his cock; pussy to his face. As much as I want to ride him, I also want to slip my lips over his tip and pump him into my mouth.
“You can touch me.” I peer back, delighted to see the shock and awe and utter hunger plastered on his perfect face.
“The view”—his fingers stroke my entrance, then he pushes in and pumps a few times—“of your pussy, like this, is maddening.”
“Mm,” I hum. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I don’t know how I’ll concentrate on sucking him off while he plays, but I’m determined to try. With one hand, I take him in my mouth and suckle the tip. Gray hisses and tenses at the sensation. That little bit gives me just the right amount of confidence to keep going. I set a simple rhythm, the right amount of pressure, and glide up and down his shaft with the grace of a dancer. The second his hands grip my ass and pull, I know I’ve got him where I want him. I change my pace, soaked in my saliva as I take him as deep and as far back to my throat as I can.
Gray thrusts into me with his hips, and with a loud groan, he comes in my mouth. He’s hot and thick and I swallow it all. Every last bit of his release is on my tongue and I sit up, peering over my shoulder to show him.
He licks his lips and reaches for me, trapping me again against the bed. He kisses me deeply, sucking my tongue and biting my lips until I can feel how swollen they are from his attention.
“Gods,” he says, running a hand along my hips and thighs, “I could stay here all day. Just like this.”
If this was his way of making me forget about the nightmares, then yeah, so could I.
