He pulls off his T-shirt first, throwing it to the side. I can’t help but stare in appreciation. He’s fit, but not overly bulky. He’s ten times better than all the thirst traps Tish made me watch. Vaughn doesn’t say a word, but the heat in his eyes says it all. Hetakes off his jeans next, rolling them off his toned legs. Now he’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but gray boxer shorts, an obvious erection straining against the fabric.
“May I join you now?” he asks in a tight voice.
I nod, scooching back so I’m leaning against the headboard.
“Don’t run away from me, beautiful. I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”
“Ha ha. If I remember correctly, I’m the one who’s supposed to be biting first.”
“True.” He gets on his hands and knees, approaching me like a jungle cat. He doesn’t invade my space, though. He sits next to me instead, and I understand why. He doesn’t want me to feel smothered or afraid. I don’t want to enter panic mode either.
He taps his leg. “Go on. Straddle me.”
My hunger returns when I get on top of him. But I’m also so horny, I might combust on the spot. Before I take his vein, I kiss him. He places his hands on my hips, digging his fingers in when our tongues clash faster and faster. Then I’m moving, grinding my hips against his, increasing the friction between my legs. The pressure keeps building, and now Vaughn is moving me. His cock is getting harder, and I sense he’s near his climax just as I’m nearing mine.
When I don’t think I can take it any longer, I pull away from his lips and finally bite his neck. Vaughn groans loudly, his arms doing all the work now. The orgasm hits me the moment I taste his blood, and it’s fucking glorious. I soar high in the sky, shooting out of orbit before turning into stardust.
“Fuck… Sophie.”
Vaughn is there with me, and that just makes everything a million times better. I pull away from his neck and offer him mine. His eyes are glowing red, his fangs long and sharp. Our gazes connect briefly before he takes what’s offered. I close my eyes and come undone once again.
Thirty-Three
VAUGHN
I’m on cloud nine. I can’t say there’s been a time when I was happier. Sophie is resting her head on my chest and running her fingers up and down my abs.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
“I’m thinking that I never want to get out of this bed.”
She laughs. “Why? Have I tired you already?”
“Tired? What are you talking about? I’ve barely started.”
She lifts her head and looks into my eyes. “True. What do you want to do next?”
I touch her face. It seems I can’t stop doing that. “It’s not what I want. It’s what you want. I’m patient, Soph. We don’t have to rush into anything.”
Her brows pinch together. “You fear I’ll have another panic attack.”
“It’s in the back of my mind, yeah.”
“Did you… did you see more of my memories?”
“I blocked them.”
Her pretty eyes widen. “You did? How? I didn’t know it was possible.”
I run my fingers through my hair. “I don’t know. When I drank from you, there was a rush of information flooding mybrain. But I knew you didn’t want me to see certain memories, so I just stopped them.”
She sits up but keeps her hand on my chest. “I can’t believe you’d be able to do that in the heat of the moment. That’s the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
I shrug. “What can I say? I’m a nice guy.”
“You’re more than a nice guy, Vaughn. You’re a unicorn.”
I laugh. “A unicorn? I’ve never been called that before.”
