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She ran her hand through his thick top hair, pushing it back, then raking her nails over the nearly bald tattooed area. “I love these tattoos on the side of your head. All the sword-like points are very sexy.”
He kissed his way down her abdomen and placed several on her sex. “I could spend another hour just tasting you over and over.”
Emma drew in a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, because suddenly her chest hurt. She wanted him to spend hours, then days, then years doing to her whatever he wanted.
But the reality of their situation and that Loghry had known they would be at the storage facility swept over her like a terrible storm. Tears flowed so fast she couldn’t stop them.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
She opened her eyes and saw that he was now on his hands and knees. He stroked her cheeks, swiping at the tears. “Why are you crying?”
“I don’t want this to end. I want years with you, Vaughn. Dammit, I want decades.”
He kissed her suddenly. Had she seen tears in his eyes as well?
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Vaughn’s eyes burned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way. He was in bed with a woman, and a witch at that, but he wanted years as well, not just this one damn night.
When she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her, he took the hint. He moved his knees between her legs.
“You said you’d bite me again, and I really want you to.”
He nodded, searching her face. She caressed his neck, his shoulders, his arms. He took his cock in hand and pressed it against her well and began to push.
Her body did a rolling wave, the pleasure between them very mutual. The same small jolts of electricity jumped between them, adding another sensual layer.
He took his time entering her. Between thrusts, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her throat. She settled her hands on his pecs and fondled him, teasing his nipples.
When he was deep inside, he set a slow rhythm, wanting to savor every moment, knowing it could be their last time together. He planted his forearms on either side of her so he could make as much body-contact as possible. She wrapped her arms around him and he kissed her hard, driving his tongue deep.
She responded with a mournful cry against his mouth. He knew she was overcome.
He was, too.
He kissed his way down her cheek and along her neck, hunting for the right spot. But this time, piercing her vein felt like so much more than a feeding. It was an intimate connection he needed to make with her.
She turned her head. “Yes, Vaughn. I want this more than anything. I want to feel your thrall.”
Her fingers sizzled with power, an erotic sensation wherever she touched him. He knew in a concentrated dose, the same energy could kill him. Yet he loved what she was doing, because it came from her, from who she was as a powerful alter witch.
He licked her throat above the vein. She was breathing hard, waiting.
He paused in his thrusts, drew his head back, then struck with his fangs to the right depth. Her blood flowed into his mouth once more, and he groaned. The flavor was full of her ecstasy, and he trembled as it went down his throat. Once it hit his stomach, power and desire exploded together.
He arched his hips and began to drive into her forcefully, deep thrusts the length of her sex. He loved being buried b
etween her legs and hearing her moans. She tilted her pelvis, catching and squeezing his cock.
He shook now from the power he was feeling and the need to fill her full of what he had to give as a man.
In this moment, she was his woman.
His woman.
You’re mine, Emma. All mine.
I belong to you, Vaughn, no matter how much time we have together. I’m yours fully and completely, nothing held back. The sensation of thrall is incredibly erotic. I love being captured by you in this way, held so that I can’t move except to respond to your body.
