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I love this, Connor. More than you can know.
Me, too. And I love that I can talk to you while I’m doing this. Your blood, Iris, it does something amazing to me. I can’t explain it. I’m feeling power and sex, a drive for things I’d never thought possible.
I know what you mean. Feeding you is like walking beneath the sun again. And your cock. You feel perfect inside me, made for me.
He was breathing hard as he worked her sex and sucked on her vein. As before, his muscles began to grow pumped and the core of his being felt as though he could do anything.
In this moment, he realized he was ready for life to take him in an entirely new direction. In a way, it already had. He was making love to a witch, something he never thought he’d do.
He drew back from her vein, swiping the wounds with his tongue to seal them. He looked down at her, his hips rocking into her. “Iris, I know this will sound crazy, but will you marry me?”
Her eyes widened. “Connor, is that what you want?”
“It is.”
Sudden tears filled her eyes. “Then I will.”
He smiled as he rolled his hips. “Not even a single doubt?”
She caressed his face, his shoulder, his arm. “No, not even one.”
“Then we’re engaged.” Once more his guilt rose up, threatening to undo him, but he repressed all the accompanying thoughts and terrible images of his past crimes. He didn’t deserve Iris, but for these few minutes or hours, he would pretend he could have her as his wife.
She leaned up to kiss him. He followed her back down, returning the kiss and sliding his tongue inside her mouth.
She held him tight, embracing him with both arms. He moved faster and felt her sex pulling on him. Are you ready?
I am.
Faster?
Yes, please.
He could feel her smiling as he kissed her, then lifted up so
he could watch her face. He moved faster now, slamming into her. Her fingers kneaded the muscles of his arms, and her hips moved with him, then against him until finally she arched her neck and screamed.
The sight of her ecstasy tightened his balls and his release came like an exquisite fire pulsing through him. With each pump of his hips, he gave to Iris what he felt belonged only to her now.
The pleasure opened his throat and he roared, his hips pumping until the last of his seed left his body. She’d grown lax as well, her arms no longer around him but arranged haphazardly on the bed as though she couldn’t hold them up.
Her eyes were at half-mast.
“Was it good for you?” He wanted to hear her say it.
“Absolute heaven.” She lifted a lazy arm and pushed his hair back.
He kissed her again. “So, you’ll marry me?” He was being foolish but he didn’t care.
“Uh-huh. I will. This is the first time in ten years I’ve felt more like myself and actually hopeful for the future.”
She’d said it right. “I feel the same way. But it’s crazy, isn’t it?”
Connor had a sudden overwhelming need to tell her about the night of the massacre, to confess his worst sin. But he didn’t want to ruin the moment, not when he was still connected to her physically and she looked so satisfied.
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Later, Iris lay in bed and pulled the quilt over her. Connor was showering and she’d follow after. She ran her hands over the nubby texture, the color scheme of the various squares mostly in pinks and greens. She’d bought it many years ago at a flea market before her abduction. The quilt was also one of the things she’d brought with her to Five Bridges from her human life.
