I listen, realizing just how on edge he is.
“Oklahoma! This is actually really good.”
He beams, showing off a fang-filled smile. “Really?”
“Really, Kokoro,” I say gently, cupping his jaw only for him to lean into my touch.
My heart, my soul, my everything.
I’m obsessed with this vampire. There’s no other way to put it.
The spoons scrape against the sides of the bowl. Every clink and clang echoes in my mind, louder to the point I can’t take it anymore. I drop my spoon and cover my ears with my hands.
An intense cramp happens again, a monstrous heat wave crashing through me.
He wraps his big palms around them, tugging my arms down. Oklahoma’s touch eases the agony boiling in my soul for him. As long as he is by my side, I’ll survive this.
I’ll be okay.
“I got you, Sugar. Let me take our pain away.” He gathers me into his arms and stands, the blankets falling from our bodies.
Sweat sticks to my body like a desert clinging to drops of rain. Wetness coats the inside of my thighs, and Oklahoma growls, his chest vibrating against my cheek.
Tilting my head back, two crimson moons peer down at me. His fangs peek out from his lip, proving he’s fighting the same urges I am.
Rain continues to pitter-patter against the roof. Distant thunder rumbles, proving the storm is nowhere near done with releasing its aggression.
“Hurry,” I beg him, the curve of his pecs toying with my control. I suck the closest nipple into my mouth, teasing it between the blunt edge of my teeth.
He trips over himself, his hand bracing on the wall to stabilize us. “Nariko,” he warns, kicking his bedroom door open.
The curtains are open, allowing us to see the branches sway in the wind. Leaves swirl outside. The windchimes sing, clinkingtogether to create a song. Windows cry, the rain taking its time to drip down the glass.
Oklahoma tosses me on the mattress, and he stands before me, a bolt of lightning striking at the perfect time. The bright strobing light reveals different shadows in the nooks and crannies of his body, even casting more of a glow in his irises.
He wraps a hand around his stalk, the lust between us mounting to a scorching level.
I become so sweaty that the sheets stick to me. “Oakley. I’m so hot,” I whimper, my vision unreliable as the room sways and spins around me. “I need you.”
He snags my ankle, yanking me down the bed. “I’m right here, Beloved.” Oklahoma lifts my right leg onto his shoulder, kissing down my calf. “You’re so warm, your skin is flushed. You look fucking exquisite. Knowing you’re needingme. KnowingIam the only one who can give you relief. Knowing your cunt is soaking wetonlyfor me.” He nips at my inner thigh, causing a gush of slick to rush from me.
“Knowing how you smell—” He buries his face between my legs, his nose gliding through my lips. “Knowing how you taste.” Oklahoma’s tongue plunges inside, his growls vibrating my clit, and I moan. “It’s all meant for me.”
I arch my back, burying my fingers in his hair, tugging on the roots when he sucks my swollen, sensitive clit into his mouth.
“You’re meant for me.” Two fingers fill me, sudden and fast. “Tell me,” he demands, quickening the pace of his hand. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves, his fangs pressing against me with every forbidden kiss.
He clutches onto each butt cheek, using me as leverage to pull his face deeper between my thighs. “Fuck, I can taste us still.” Oklahoma moans when he dives his tongue inside me again, rolling it with expertise. Wet, soft friction licks up to my clit, then back down.
My mate takes his time, worshipping me, delving between the softness of my lips, filling my entrance with his tongue.
I yank on his hair, my nails digging into his scalp, and I arch my back off the bed, needing more, wanting less—it’s all too much. I can’t decide.
Tightening my legs around his neck, my misunderstood vampire latches his claws into my thighs and forces me to spread my legs.
“Let me see you. I want you on display.” Oklahoma pays too much attention to my clit, pumping me with two fingers again.
“Oh, god! Oakley…Oh my god. Don’t stop.” I rock my hips, rutting myself against his face. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
