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“Colin?” He asked, his amber-colored eyes watching her closely. Adeline shifted, pressing her chest up against him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Rolf held her close, his muscles flexing underneath her. “Tell me about him.”
Adeline balked. Tell this stranger about her former love? The only human she had ever considered turning into a vampire so their life could go on forever together? Her throat closed up. No one had asked about him - ever. It was almost as if Colin had only existed in her dreams. Her coven never even asked where she had been when she disappeared into Paris during the Revolution. They knew better than to go looking for her while she was working.
But then years passed, and she was never asked a single question about where she had been or what she had accomplished. She had infiltrated the upper echelons of French royalty and politics, going as far as seducing Georges Danton so she could get even closer to Robespierre—a feat heretofore unheard of as she had navigated the intimate pitfalls of French royal society. And she lived to tell the tale. The sheer amount of secrets she uncovered should have intrigued her maker enough to get a detailed report of her activities, but it never happened.
And now, this deliciously attractive hermit with a strange accent, agile fingers, and a perfect cock wanted to know more about her lover?
No. It was too risky.
“Another time,” she said, running her fingers through his chest hair, tracing the muscles that twitched under her touch. A long scar traveled down from where her head rested on his shoulder and cascaded over his heart. Jagged pink lines marked his freckled skin, and she wondered what caused such an intense wound.
His fingers danced at the joining of her legs, coaxing her open. Instinctively, her back arched to give him better access. “Your hand keeps drifting lower,” she said huskily.
“Mmm,” he hummed, his eyes turning glassy. “Do you mind?”
She shook her head, some of her hair falling across her face. He reached up and brushed it away, tucking it behind her ear. Cupping her jaw, he lifted his head and kissed her languidly. His other hand spread her open, playing with the slick of their cum that coated her entrance. Fire churned between her legs again, and her body pressed closer to his, her nipples scraping against his chest hair. He pulled away, and she licked her lips, tasting where he had been, and her fangs sharpened despite her best efforts not to appear so desperate.
In a flash, Rolf hovered above her, and she was on her back. He moved preternaturally quickly, and before she had the chance to question it, he took her feet in his hands. She tried to pull away, and he tsked at her, rubbing slow circles on the arches of her feet and then up her calves. His hands worked the backs of her thighs, and she sighed. There was no doubt in her mind that she had him exactly where she wanted him. Or was it the other way around?
Rolf spread her open, and a wicked smile pulled at his lips. “You’re so wet.” Reverent and full of praise, he continued, “What a good little blood-sucker. Taking my come so well.”
Was she a good girl? Adeline almost let out a cackle, but then his tongue met her slit, and he moaned into her, and her mind went blank. She would be whatever kind of a girl he wanted if he kept this up.
“Perfectly delicious,” he growled. His large hands held her legs open despite the reflex she had to close her legs. She couldn’t possibly climax so soon - she was much too sensitive. But he held her fast as his tongue dove inside her. Adeline relaxed the longer he stayed there, lavishing her with his mouth, teeth, and tongue. Her hands played with her nipples, tugging and twisting.
“Rolf, I—,” she stuttered, unable to form words.
“Mmhmm,” he crooned into her. “I know what you need.” One of his fingers found her entrance, toying with her, slick with their essence.
“You,” she whispered, throat tight with unspent desire. She needed to feel him inside her; she wanted to be full of him. “I need you.”
Rolf lifted his chin, his beard glistening from their wetness. “And you’ll have me. But not yet.”
Adeline would be lying to herself if the thought of him worshipping her again didn’t turn her on, but she could feel her veins itching with the need for fresh blood. Her eyes roamed the cabin, but she knew she wouldn’t find another rabbit. Since there wasn’t a rabbit, she figured she would have to leave the cabin and search for some animal outside. But with the snow over five feet high already and still falling…
Rolf stopped, “Adeline?” Pulled from her thoughts, her eyes found his face. He frowned. “Is everything all right?”
Shaking her head, she gave him a weak smile. “Yes, I was just…”
“You’re hungry,” he said, more of a statement than a question. His hands relaxed on her thighs, and he crawled up her body. Her legs naturally wrapped around his middle. She could feel the head of his erection pressing against her.
“Yes,” she admitted. Her face flushed, embarrassed at being read so easily. Again.
“Then take some of mine,” Rolf offered. He traced a line down her neck with his fingertip, and lightning coursed down her spine.
What? Certainly, he didn’t mean it…
“I mean it,” he countered.
Did she say that part out loud? She asked, “Why?”
“If you need it, then take some of mine unless you won’t be able to stop yourself. In which case…” Rolf shrugged.
“I have perfect control over my needs, thank you very much,” Adeline retorted. Her eyes flicked to the veins in his neck. “I don’t want to be comatose again, so I think I will pass.”
