“Oh, yes,” he hissed. “I like it when you express yourself, sweetheart.”
He let his finger slip away from her clit so she could recover. But she didn’t want to recover. She wanted to come again and again, until neither of them could take any more. “Keep going, Sly. Keep it up until we come together.”
He chuckled and didn’t break his stride. As he surged into her, the heat grew again. She knew it would. She loved the feeling of him buried inside her, filling her. The erotic sensations made her body hum with life. It was no wonder she wanted eternal life with him. Only with him.
“Come on, Sly. Fang me, baby!”
He leaned over and just as he touched her clit again, he sank his fangs into her neck. She shot to the edge of oblivion, resulting in an out-of-body experience unlike anything she could have imagined.
Eventually, she stopped bucking and felt her life slipping away. When he’d brought her to the brink of consciousness, she slumped onto the pillows. He turned her head to the side and pressed his skin against her mouth.
“Drink, Morgaine.” A tangy liquid passed her lips and hit her tongue. He must have opened a vein. A metallic smell filled her nostrils. She lapped at his life blood, lazily at first. Suddenly, a tremendous thirst hit her and demanded more. She sucked greedily at his offering until he yanked his wrist away.
“Enough.”
Her head spun, and then magically cleared. Something was happening. A profound awaking took over. All her senses were growing ten-fold.
“I can hear the rustle of wind through the trees outside….and footsteps on the sidewalk.” The smell of her herbal shampoo overwhelmed her.
“Remember, I’m here for you. I love you.”
She heard his thought muffled somewhat, but audibly, as if in a TV dream sequence.
“Oh, my Goddess. Sly, is this what it’s like for you all the time?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll learn to moderate it.”
“I hope so. Can you hear everyone’s thoughts?”
He laughed. “Thanks goodness no.”
Chapter twenty-five
The day of their hand-fasting had finally arrived. Morgaine, Merry, and Gwyneth had made all the preparations. A quiet ceremony in the penthouse would be followed by a celebration feast. All the building’s residents plus Konrad and Roz were invited.
In order to blow off some of her nervous tension, Morgaine had decided to join Gwyneth stomping grapes in the basement. They removed their slippers and climbed into the large wooden vat.
“So, are y’all excited about tonight?” Gwyneth asked.
Morgaine giggled. “I’m beyond excited. I’m a nervous wreck.”
“Well, this here’s the best way to lose some of that nasty tension. You’re makin’ what’s needed to keep the bad vampire symptoms away. I still can’t believe you are a vampireanda witch now.”
“Hey, if anyone can handle being different, I think I can.”
“That’s not what I meant. I’m talkin’ about the nyctophobia. It was funny enough for a witch to be that way, but a vampire afraid of the dark?” Gwyneth burst out laughing.
Morgaine rolled her eyes. “Well, at least you’ve finally learned how to pronounce it.”
The two women grinned as they stomped the grapes, creating a squishy pulp. In minutes Morgaine was relaxed and having fun.
“So, how are things with you and Nathan?” she asked.
“Great. He surprises me almost every day with some thoughtful gesture.”
“I’m so glad. You’ve really brought him out of his shell.”
“Yeah, and he’s taught me a few things too.”
