Page 128 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"I still think we should go home," he said. "It's not a big deal to leave the magic the way it is for another day or two."

"I know, but I'd rather get it over with."

He nodded slowly, his jaw a little tight.

I was still sore, but some of that had faded while we were eating. I'd guzzled water, which definitely hadn't hurt.

He reluctantly pulled away from the restaurant, and was quiet for the rest of the drive.

I needed to lighten the mood before we went back into hell, so when he parked, I set a hand on his thigh.

"Hey, Inferno?"

"Don't Inferno me right now, Angel."

"Have you ever knotted someone in a car?" The last time we had car sex, we'd been careful not to end up tied together.

His chest rumbled unhappily. "We were locked together an entire hour the last time we hooked up outside the house. Someone's going to walk past."

We'd done it in one of his offices. He'd been obsessed, and had bitten me at least a dozen times over the course of that hour. It had been incredible.

"I can use my magic to keep people away from the car."

"You should be saving your strength for the prison."

"You're the one who said there's no time limit. If I'm tired down there, we can come back tomorrow." I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed over the small center console, sitting down on Dante's lap and setting my hands on his chest. "What do you say?"

"You're sure you can keep us from being seen?"

"Positive."

He lowered his lips to my throat, kissing me there lightly. "And you're not in too much pain?"

"You'd be able to tell if I was."

Dante kissed my throat again, dragging his tongue slowly over my skin in a way that made me flush.

"You're fucking perfect, Ophelia."

My flush spread. "Then bite me already."

He chuckled quietly—and did.

His fangs sank into my throat, flooding me with heat in the way only his bite could. My magic bloomed around us, my power so thick now that I couldn't have held it back if I wanted to.

Darkness surrounded us as my magic intertwined with Dante's shadows.

"God, I fucking love your magic," he growled against my throat, releasing my neck and tugging my sweats down. He lined his erection up with my entrance as he licked my wounds to close them.

I sank over him, taking him deep. "Maybe I do too."

"You should." Dante pulled me down harder, and I moaned.

We moved together, his hands on my thighs and ass.

My pleasure consumed me. Leaking through the bond, his did too, until we were coming together, his knot locking our bodies together. We held each other's gaze as we went over the edge.

I didn't think I was falling in love with him, anymore.