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She leans in, sliding her fingers into my hair and drawing my lips to hers.
I growl low in my throat, but I can’t resist the urge to mate my tongue with hers, to taste the honey and virgin forest flavor of her lips. Can’t resist the need to drag my teeth along her jawline, trailing nips and kisses down to her throat, where I inhale, relishing her incomparable scent.
Annie Wonderfully smells like lavender and sea salt, like a summer garden and something wild and untamed, something fragile, but dangerous…like a bomb that could explode at any moment, reducing what’s left of my life to rubble.
As she tosses off the quilt and I lengthen myself on top of her again, I can feel the danger prickling over every inch of my skin, warning me that it’s nearly too late. If I don’t leave her now, I won’t be leaving until this terrible thing is done.
Only, it doesn’t feel terrible.
As I kiss her harder, deeper, and her slim leg wraps around my hips, drawing me closer to her heat, I’m suddenly drowning in joy. My mind goes blank with it, until there’s nothing but the emotion swelling in my chest and the perfect sound of Annie’s sighs and moans as I kiss her in all the places she needs me.
We crash together, again and again, like waves devouring the shore and coming back for more. I thread my hand into her hair and make a fist, angling her mouth until I find the perfect spot, that place where I can stroke deep, deeper, until I can’t tell where her tongue ends and mine begins. And then she reaches between us, gripping my cock through cotton, nearly making me lose control right then because…
Goddess, it’s been so long.
Two. Hundred. Years.
But it feels like more. It feels like I’ve been wandering in the void for an eternity and suddenly there’s light and hope so pure it has shaken me to the core.
I slip my hand between her legs, groaning as I feel how wet she is, how slick and swollen and aching for us to find our way to each other. “Do you want me inside you, Annie? Do you want my cock?”
She moans and grips my ass through my boxers, her nails digging deliciously into my flesh. “Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, please. I want you so much. I’ve never wanted anything like this. It feels like I’m going to die…or, I don’t know, maybe like I’m finally going to live. I’m not sure which but I don’t want it to stop.” She drags her nails up my bare back. “Please, Baron, don’t ever stop.”
I want to promise her that I won’t, that I’ll devote myself to her pleasure until my last night on earth, but some sane part of me keeps the words locked in my chest. Even drunk on need for her, I know this can’t last. This isn’t the start of something; it’s one night.
But it’s going to be a night neither of us will ever forget.
Standing with her in my arms, I kick the coffee table out of the way. A beat later, I’ve whipped the quilt from her body and spread it beside the fire. I lay Annie down on top, and my heart surges into my throat, stealing the rest of my words away. She’s so beautiful, so sexy and shameless, her eyes burning with the same need that scalds beneath my skin as she reaches for me.
I go to her, fisting her hair again and pulling her head to one side, making a meal of every inch of her lovely throat. But though my fangs are out and sharpened to deadly points, I don’t let the thought of tasting her enter my mind. Feeding from her would make this too risky for us both. For her, because feeding during sex is one of the most intense things a human being can experience, a high nearly as addictive as heroin. For me, because I can already sense that one taste of her would ruin me for bagged blood for the rest of my days.
She’s too lovely, too perfect, too everything I’ve denied myself for so long and more.
Even the taste of her skin as her nipples tighten against my tongue is enough to make me tremble and my cock twitch with the desperate need to be buried inside her.
“Off, need to feel you everywhere,” she says, shoving my boxers lower on my hips.
I pull back long enough to dispose of the offensive fabric, but when she reaches for me again, I don’t go back into her arms. I lower myself between her spread legs and wrap my hands around her sinfully soft thighs as I whisper, “I need to taste you everywhere first.”
She starts to speak, but her words end in a moan as I drag my tongue up her seam, my fingers digging deeper into her skin as the salty sweetness of her floods my mouth. I circle her clit and plunge my tongue deep into her body, nearly losing my mind as she grips my head and pulls me closer, grinding into me with a hunger that drives my own need even higher. Her legs begin to tremble on either side of my face, and I intensify my worship, licking and sucking and promising with every swirl of my tongue that I am hers to use, hers to abuse, hers…
Just…hers.
As she comes on my mouth, drenching me with her desire, my heart tumbles out of my chest and into her small, freckled hands.
A beat later, one of those hands is in my mouth, though I don’t remember bringing it to my lips or surging over her still trembling body. I come back to myself with her wrist pressed tight to my fangs and just barely avoid sinking them into the place where her pulse races.
“Taste me,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist, bringing my feverish cock in contact with where I’m dying to be. “I don’t mind. I want you to do it, I want to do everything with you.”
“Never,” I say, releasing her hand and reaching for my cock.
“Never is a long time,” she warns, her eyes darkening as I fit the head of my throbbing shaft to her entrance. “But for now, this is enough.”
I push forward, breath catching at how tight she is, how tight and hot and…made for me. I reach the end of her, with every inch of my cock buried in the bliss of her body, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel whole and held, kept safe like a secret.
“Our secret,” I murmur, not even realizing I’ve spoken until Annie whispers back, “I don’t want to keep you a secret. I just want to keep you. Forever. Goddess, Baron, you feel so perfect inside me. I never imagined it could be like this, that it could feel so…”
“Everything,” I hear myself supply, my tongue still apparently having a mind of its own.
