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He expected Nora to say she could hold out. But she merely nodded, glanced at his mouth, and sat down.
Fucking hell, his vampire was emerging bit by bit. He couldn't wait until she was naked, unrestrained, and unafraid in his bed.
Focus, Vale. Fucking focus.She wasn't there yet, not by a long shot.
Willing his dick to soften, he sat and eyed the inkwell and pen nib with irritation. He'd probably end up spilling the ink all over the damn place.
Nora laughed and picked up the pen. "You're looking at the pen as if it'll bite you. I can write for us."
He grinned. "Well, we have tiny portable typewriters we can carry around in our pockets—we call them cell phones—and so we don't really write shit by hand much. At least not since I was in school. And even then it's with a type of pen that dispenses ink automatically. I have no fucking idea how to dip and write with those things there."
Nora smiled. "I can't imagine never writing anything by hand. There's an art to it. Not to mention when you open a handwritten letter, something a person spent an hour penning to you, causes a small thrill of excitement."
"Maybe, but we're always pressed for time in the future. And trust me, I have the doctor scrawl down to a T. No one can read anything I put down with pen and paper."
Shaking her head, Nora dipped her pen, positioned the paper in front of her, and asked, "So, where do we begin?"
He took her free hand and threaded his fingers through hers. "I think this is step one."
She rolled her eyes. "We don't need a rule about handholding. If we're getting married, it should be about more important items."
He was about to say that handholding was a new thing for her and maybe they needed a rule, but River decided to focus on the bigger picture; they could finagle details later. "Being honest and upfront is our first rule, right? So maybe write that down."
As she wrote out some beautiful script that looked like a fancy computer font, maybe she had a point about it being a kind of art.
Or maybe he just liked watching her concentrate and unknowingly bite her lower lip, exposing her little fang.
Because fuck yes, he wanted to feel that fang in his skin sooner rather than later. He'd come so hard inside her he'd lose his damn mind.
"River? What are you thinking about?"
He looked up and loved how pink her cheeks were, telling him she could read the heat and desire in his eyes. And he decided to throw out some honesty. "Just dreaming of your fangs in my skin, baby. I can't wait for the day when it finally happens."
She cleared her throat. "Well, we do need to put something in about my claiming. And you mentioned something about marks on how good or bad you do?"
It wasn't exactly the sexy back and forth he hoped for one day with Nora, but all in good time. "Okay, then tell me exactly what you need for the claiming, in black and white, the timelines, and all the finer details. I'm sure neither one of us wants surprises, right?"
She shook her head. "No. There was a bit of misunderstanding between Yesenia and my brother regarding the claiming, and I don't want that between us." She stared back at the pen nib in her hand. "As I mentioned before, I need you to either release inside me or, er, I have to taste you and then I need to drink from your neck."
The image of Nora sucking his cock and swallowing every bit of his cum made his dick harden.
And while he would be honest with his soon-to-be wife, he wasn't going to scare her with all his fantasies. At least, not yet. "Which would you prefer?"
She glanced down at the paper. "As long as it won't hurt too much, then inside me would be easier. That way I can also bite you at the same time and maybe be too busy to think about my experiences with other males."
He resisted growling at the motherfuckers who'd hurt her. He'd work as hard as possible to erase their damage to Nora. "Then we'll do it like that. I'm sure you can find a fancy-ass way to word it though instead of "Let River come in my cunt and I'll bite his neck and make him come so hard he'll forget his fucking name."
She shook her head. "The more time I spend with you, the less your words and language shock me, Dr. Vale." She raised an eyebrow. "Let's be serious or this will take forever to write down."
He tapped her shin with his foot. "But it's so damned fun to tease you. Every time you blush, I fantasize about what comes next, Nora."
She gently kicked his leg. "River, stop it."
He put up his free hand in a sign of defeat. "Okay, okay. Write down your claiming stuff and then we'll talk about sleeping arrangements."
Nora blinked. "Sleeping arrangements?"
He gestured toward the paper. "Write down your claiming shit first, Nora."
