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The second I felt his release land on me, everything in my world went black. He kept up the pace, urging both of us on as he came all over my belly, and I seized and squirmed in the sheets. Unable to believe how good one orgasm could feel.

When both of us were done, hazy-eyed, he leaned in to kiss me. I almost let our mouths come together, too high on the tail end of bliss to realize what was happening. But at the last second, right when his lips were about to touch mine, I pushed him back, stopping him before he could ruin the moment.

His dark brows pushed together in question. “What’s wrong?”

“No kissing. This is just for fun. Remember?”

It had to mean nothing. Because if it meant something to him or to me, then this was a mistake. And it felt way too good to be a mistake.

“Is that so?” Yves rubbed his hardness through the mess we’d made. I was sensitive, but all the wetness made it feel good instead of too overwhelming.

“Yes,” I said, more than a little breathless. “It is.”

He eased my jelly legs off his hips, then walked around the edge of the bed. I turned toward him, and was greeted by his arousal, still as hard as he had been moments ago.

“We haven’t even started having fun,” Yves said.

My jaw dropped. Maybe I’d had one too many drunk hookups because it was rare a man could finish, let alone have the stamina to go again. But Yves wasn’t a normal man. He was a vampire. A vampire who wanted me to be the first person to look at him like he could do anything. To see him for the man he wanted to be, not the man he’d been.

And this man looked like he wanted to do more than politely get me off and fall asleep.

I knew he’d been hiding a secret, a wild side, and I’d been right.

He gathered my hair into his hand and guided me toward his pierced tip. The barbells sat just past his thick head. One on top and one underneath. I imagined how it would feel rolling over my tongue. And then, imagined how it would feel when he slid himself inside me.

“Open up,” Yves told me. “Taste how delicious you are.”

I told myself kissing his mouth was too dangerous, but I said nothing about not kissing his cock. And there was something pleasurable about being the first one to do this for him in so long.

I was about to show him just how good of a decision he’d made. Waiting for me.

He was thick and long, and there was no way I was getting the whole thing down my throat, but I was going to try my best. In a hundred years, when I was dead and gone, he was still going to be dreaming about this moment.

When he slid inside my mouth, tasting salty and sweet at the same time, I moaned around him.

“A goddess,” he said, guiding me as far down as I could go. Saliva coating my mouth. My eyes wide.

His hand slipped between my thighs, soft and gentle, circling my swollen clit as I sucked him in and out.

“That’s it. Take as much of me as you can. Take as much as you want.”

His finger trailed down my center, teasing my entrance and using his seed to slick it further. My hips moved with his hand, wanting more. His thrusts into my mouth picked up speed, deeper and deeper until tears pricked in my eyes. His breaths came shorter and faster.

The soft pressure he was using between my legs was almost unbearable, and after another minute of his focused attention, I was twitching and coming all over again, moaning around his heavy length. My eyes rolling back.

“That’s very good,” he said, almost amused at the way I was falling apart for him. “Come for me. Come all over my hand.”

He pulled out of my mouth once I was finished, and a line of precum was dripping down his shaft. It was a good thing I knew how to brew Gran’s special tea, because I had a feeling that by the time we were done, I was going to need a pitcher of it.

“Now we’re starting to have fun.” He ran his thumb over the seam of my lips, coating them with more of my own flavor. “Wouldn’t you say?”

I sat up on my knees and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Take your fucking shirt off,” I told him. “And your trousers.”

Yves looked at me in a way that made me twist in the sheets. “You want to see the tattoos, don’t you?”

I shook my head. “I want you to stop playing around and fuck me already.”

He lifted a brow. “Where’s the fun in that?”