The perfect mate in every way imaginable.
She tested me. She strengthened me. She accepted me.
I don’t deserve you,I acknowledged.But I’ll spend eternity worshipping you.
I didn’t elaborate on what I meant, instead kissing a path downward to her hot center. She froze as my lips found her intimate flesh, her mind instantly anticipating my bite.
But this was about her and her pleasure.
Not mine.
Not yet.
I licked her from opening to clit, my gaze finding and holding hers. I fully intended to make her come on my tongue before indulging in her sensual blood.
She shivered, her pupils dilating as I wrapped my mouth around her sensitive bud.
While she could hear my intentions, she still expected me to bite.
I toyed with that expectation by gently nibbling her in response, then I chased away the sensation with my tongue.
She moaned, her fingers threading through my hair as she held me to her.
You taste so fucking good, Izzy,I breathed to her.I could feast on you for days and never get enough.
Cam…
Shh,I hushed her.Let me worship you, my queen. Let me make you feel good.
Her legs trembled around me, her palm gripping the ledge of the tub to hold herself upright while her opposite hand remained in my hair.
Every lick seemed to heal her concerns, her mind slowly succumbing to the cloud of lust building inside her.More, she whispered. Not as a demand, just her body begging me to keep going. To never stop. To give her what she needed.
I slid a finger inside her, curling it in a way I knew she’d like. When that didn’t seem to be enough, I added a second. She clamped down around me, causing my dick to swell once more with interest, eager to be inside her. Eager to fuck her.
We wouldn’t be sleeping much today, if at all.
This desire was too thick, too intense, for us to rest.
We needed this. It served as a vow between our bodies to match the one our souls had made a millennium ago.
My tongue whispered promises against her flesh. Promises to adore her. Promises to protect her. Promises to be her equal, not her superior. Promises to kill anyone who ever touched her—including my brother. Promises to never leave her in the dark again.
She was mine in all ways.
And I was hers.
One day, I’d turn her. But it would be on her terms, not mine.
Then she would be my vampire queen. Immortal. Unbreakable. Fierce. A goddess destined to be revered.
Everyone would bow to her, including me.
Like I was now.
Pleasuring her.
On my knees.
