Page 64 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

His eyes narrowed. "Where?"

"That's none of your business." I stepped back.

He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing more. "I'm your mate."

"That doesn't mean anything to either of us."

"It means something to me."

"Even in the prison, you said you would be willing to make yourself scarce if we sealed a bond."

"I wasn't thinking clearly in the prison. Like you said, I'd been starving for more than a decade."

"If you were thinking clearly, you definitely wouldn't have mated with me, so⁠—"

Dante grabbed my waist and lifted me off my feet, ducking into the driver's side of the van with me on his lap. He shut the door behind us.

There was a moment of silence as the light above our heads slowly faded away, leaving us in darkness. His shadows moved slowly around us both, so much thicker than they'd ever been in the penitentiary.

"Stop talking," he finally said.

"Don't be an assh—oh." The last word came out a breath against his lips as he kissed me, lightly.

He caught me off guard with the kiss, but even more with the sensations.

The soft intensity of his hands on my hips.

The slow stroke of his tongue on mine.

The slight tilt of my head as the vampire made love to my mouth in a way no one ever had before.

It was addictive.

Utterly, ferociously addictive.

And I wanted more as soon as he began to pull away.

His lips trailed over my jaw, to the side of my throat, before his teeth sank into me slowly.

The rush of pleasure was unreal.

The way he held me against his cock, rocking my hips just slightly as he took what he needed, was otherworldly.

I came before he even pulled away, the orgasm hitting me so hard that I could feel how wet I was without moving at all.

I panted as Dante released my throat, his tongue dragging over my wounds in a way that nearly made me come again. The satisfied rumble in his chest had me clenching my thighs a little.

"It's not just a bite," Dante said in a low voice, his fingers digging into my hips a little deeper. "And it's not just a bond, Angel. It means something to me, and I want it to mean something to you too."

My chest rose and fell heavily as I stared at him, my mind somehow both racing and completely at a loss for words.

What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

Dante opened my car's door and rose to his feet, setting me down on the driver's seat before he closed the door and stepped back.

It took me a solid minute before I finally started the engine and rolled the window down.

I gave an awkward, "Thanks for the rescue, and the stuff. And the orgasm."