Page 91 of No One’s Daughter

I tasted myself on her tongue, but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was having her, every part of her.

She was my damnation and salvation in one.

The only woman I'd ever wanted that I knew I couldn't have.

I wanted to consume her.

I kissed her like I’d been starving for her. Not soft. Not gentle. My tongue swept into her mouth, possessive and hot, and she moaned—actually moaned for me.

I walked her to the bed, not breaking contact with her lips as I simultaneously undressed her.

She suddenly spun us, pushing me back onto the bed. I’d never let a woman dominate me like that, but she could do whatever she wanted to me and I’d only beg for more.

She removed the rest of her clothing, tits finally free and nipples hard.

She was fucking perfection.

Then she was on top of me, her patience finally having run out.

She lined herself up, then sank down in one slow motion. Once I was fully sheathed inside of her, her head flew back on a moan. Then she began moving, rocking her hips back and forth before leaning forward, resting the palms of her hands on my chest and moving up and down.

The light of the moon caught on the soft skin of her breasts as they bounced with every one of her movements.

It was too much.

And not enough.

I needed control.

Using my vampiric abilities, I flipped us so she was beneath me now.

I could sense her internal struggle on whether she should fight me on this but to my surprise, she opened her legs further, giving me access.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she said, as I lined the thick head of my cock against her wet opening. She was so ready for me. Waiting.

“Nothing,” I agreed.

Even though it meant everything.

She meant everything.

The way her breath hitched when I pushed in was everything.

My throbbing cock slid all the way into the heat of her soaking wet pussy in one long, slow thrust and for the first time in hundreds of years, I was reminded of what it was to feel human.

She stripped me of everything else.

In this moment with her, I was just the human man I’d been born.

“I still hate you, you know,” she moaned as I picked up my pace. It was hard to stay restrained. This wasn’t like when I fucked other women. I wanted to feel all of her, savour every single second with her because I knew I’d never get her again. I knew she hated me and I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe she’d even regret it. But I was selfish. I had to have her, just this once.

“I know,” I growled, thrusting into her again, this time with such force I almost lost my footing. “I hate you, too.”

It didn’t matter that my words were lies.

It was better this way.

She couldn’t know the truth.