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“I love you,” I moaned against his mouth. “Love you, love you, love you.”
He buried his face in my throat and thrust one last time. “Forever,” he said on a groan.
We stayed like that for a long time, his forearms on either side of my head, our bodies intertwined.
I stroked his powerful back, smiling at the ceiling.
I was home at last.
34
BRIEN
INSTAGRAM POST, THE FOLLOWING SUMMER
MARITIME SYNDICATE OFFICIAL
Paris, France.The new Maritime Primus and his vampire love were spotted out and about in the City of Lights. The primus looked fine in a William Fioravanti suit, and his mysterious new mate, who goes by a single name, Twilight, was rocking a leopard print dress by Dolce & Gabbana.
#perfectprince #vampirelover #vampiresyndicate
I growled and put my phone down. “It was you.”
“What?” Twilight glanced up from where she reclined on the couch of our hotel room, sipping blood-wine and eating chocolate.
“You’re the one who started that hashtag.”
“Me?” She gave me an innocent look from beneath her lashes.
“Don’t even think of lying about it.” Plucking the wine glass from her hand, I set it on the coffee table and pulled her onto my lap, her ass in the air. “I should’ve figured it out before now.”
A giggle escaped her. “Guilty.”
“You—” I rained down several hard spanks on her skirt-covered bottom.
“Ow!” She was still laughing.
I pulled up her little pleated skirt, jerked down her panties and caressed her reddened cheeks. “I promised myself that when I found out who started that hashtag, I’d hurt them.”
She turned her head and grinned up at me. “I’m sorry, okay? You’re not perfect.”
I couldn’t resist kissing that sassy mouth. “No,” I said. “I’m not.”
Flipping her over, I pulled off her panties, then unzipped my pants, releasing my erection, and eased her down onto me. “Ride me.” I dragged off her cashmere sweater and gripped her bottom beneath the pleated skirt.
Her fingers were busy with the buttons of my shirt. She got it undone and pulled it open, pressing a kiss to my throat.
“You’re not perfect,” she said again as she began to move on me. “And that’s why I love you.”
Emotion filled me. “Love you, too,” I returned thickly.
“I know. I can feel it—here.” She touched her breast over her heart, then leaned forward and brushed her lips over mine. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
Placing her hands behind her on my thighs, she arched her back, fierce and sensual and beautiful.
My woman.
My love.
Mine.
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