And then the source was gone, the sound of a door closing echoing through the room as my heart pounded in my ears.
Oh, God…
I could barely breathe. I couldn’t even think. I… I just existed. I lived. I shuddered. I nearly came again.
Everything was sohot.
Cam’s venomous kiss had left me delirious.How many endorphins did he push into that bite?
My legs were still quaking, my insides churning with the intensity of being forced into an orgasm by a vampire’s fangs.
How…?
Why…?
Ohhhh…I squeezed my legs together as another jolt speared through my senses, the agony of where he’d bitten me dancing with the residual ecstasy swimming through my veins. It was a dizzying sensation. Unnatural. Debilitating.Damning.
BecausemyCam had never donethat. Oh, he was a master with his tongue, having brought me to climax countless times.
Just never in that manner.
Never so quickly. No, not even that.Immediately. He’d sunk his fangs into my clit and sent me immediately spiraling into a vortex of intense sensation.
It had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
And part of me hated this new Cam for that. He’d… he’d introduced me to a pleasure I couldn’t ignore.
I’d wondered what it would feel like to be bitten there, had pondered the notion of being treated as unbreakable rather than fragile…
And now I knew.
Only, I didn’twantto know.
I wanted to be true to my Cam. To be faithful to his memory. To not give in to this villainous version of him.
It was wrong.
It made me feel dirty, like I’d disrespected him by… byenjoyingthe experience. Yet there hadn’t been a choice. I hadn’t even known what this Cam had intended to do. He hadn’t given me a moment to think. He’d just thrown me into the deepest depths of oblivion without a life raft and left me there to drown in an unending current of rapture.
My legs tensed once more as another jolt shimmered down my being, settling right between my thighs.
He didn’t heal me,I realized.He wanted me to feel the agony mingling with the residual aftershocks of my orgasm.
No. Not singular. Plural.
I’d come at least twice. Maybe more. All in the span of what felt like seconds.
I carefully curled into a ball on the table as I rode out the remaining spasms in my core, my heart racing unhealthily in my chest.
Thank God Mira called him away.Because I would not have survived these sensations with him doing whatever else he’d intended.
Death by climax,I mused.Not a horrible way to die. And yet…
I sighed.
This isn’t my Cam.
I needed to find a way to trigger his memories.
