Page 51 of Curiosity Killed The Vampire

“Tell me what you fear,” he murmured.

“That you’ll be disappointed,” I confessed. “When it comes to relationships, I tend to make bad decisions.”

His smile was almost painful in its softness. “You’ve never had a real partner since becoming what you are. You judge yourself by a world that no longer fits. I will never betray you.”

“It’s not just that,” I whispered. “It’s me. Maybe I won’t be enough.”

His hand slid behind my neck, drawing me close until our lips nearly touched. “You are my world, Cass. My soul. Without you, there is no reason to live.”

A shiver tore through me. “That’s what scares me.”

“I know,” he breathed. “Then let me prove I’m worthy of your trust.”

Heat coiled low as his gaze dragged down my body. When his mouth closed over my breast, the world tilted. His tongue circled the sensitive peak, and I gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Tell me you want me,” he growled softly. “There’s no going back once I have you.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you more than anything.”

His fingers trailed lower, parting me, finding heat and slickness. He kissed the curve of my hip before sliding two fingers inside. My back arched, pleasure sharp and dizzying.

“Patience, my love,” he teased, his mouth traveling lower until his tongue replaced his hand. My grip fisted in the sheets, breath ragged as wave after wave shattered through me.

When I came, it was with his name on my lips, my body trembling.

He didn’t give me time to recover. Con moved over me, positioning himself between my thighs, his body a wall of heat and strength. The blunt head of his cock pressed against me. He paused, meeting my eyes, asking a silent question. I nodded.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until the sting melted into fire. I gasped, and he stilled, every muscle rigid with control.

“Relax for me, Cass,” he whispered, kissing me with a gentleness that stung my eyes.

When I did, he began to move—slow, intentional thrusts that made the air hum. Every movement pulled me closer, his restraint breaking with each breath until we moved together, a rhythm older than either of us.

He whispered my name like a prayer, his voice raw. I felt his heart pounding against mine, our breaths tangled, bodies slick with heat.

“Please,” I begged, shaking.

His pace quickened, his control unraveling, and when release came, it was a firestorm—my body tightening around him as he groaned, forehead pressed to mine.

I lay tangled in him, trying to comprehend what we’d done—what we’d become.

He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “I will never get enough of you.”

I felt him harden again and groaned. “You’re really going to let that go to waste?”

His lips curved, eyes flickering gold. “You need rest.”

“You really know how to kill a mood,” I muttered.

“I could run a bath. Give you a massage.”

I raised a brow. “You know how to give massages? Lead with that next time.”

His chuckle vibrated through his chest. “I’ll remember that the next time I… vex you.”

“Planning to irritate me already?” I teased.

He kissed my fingers. “Never on purpose. But when it comes to your safety, we may not always agree.”