Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
What a beautiful picture she made, flush, tousled, aroused. He unzipped her jeans and tugged them off, removing her little pink panties with them.
Instinctively, her knees closed together and her arms crossed over her breasts.
“Ssh, kjære, open for me.” His fingers traced random designs on her knees until they fell apart, revealing to him the perfect pink folds of her pussy. Already swollen and wet. Urgent arousal kicked him in the back and had him climbing up with her, situating his widespread knees under her thighs. He splayed his hand over her lower abdomen and circled his thumb over her clit.
The moan that tore out of her reverberated directly to his cock.
She was wet and ready, her hips pressing into his touch.
He settled on top of her, bracing himself with one hand and holding his shaft at her opening with the other. “I won’t be able to resist biting you, but my control is already stronger than it was.”
Her hands curled around his neck. “You promised you’d never hurt me, and you’ve kept your word. I trust you. Besides, I like the biting.” She said that last part in a lower, throatier voice that had him pushing into her wet heat.
Go slow, be gentle, take it easy, he commanded himself.
She was a virgin, not twenty-four hours ago wracked with fever, and so much smaller than him. He didn’t want to tear her up. But the deeper he pushed in, the greater the struggle for restraint became.
She was so fucking tight he could barely form a coherent thought.
“I’ll make it better,” he managed, and then he thrust home. The maddening ache shifted from his cock to his fangs. They punched out as the instinctual urge to penetrate this way, too, had him roaring his pleasure before wrapping himself around her and piercing her throat.
Kaira’s pained whine morphed into a surprised and approving moan as Henrik sucked long, thick draws of her blood down his throat. The sound of her pleasure destroyed the last of his restraint.
His hips flew, driving his cock into her slick channel over and over. She clutched and scratched and fisted at his back, her muscles writhing and alive with arousal. What he wouldn’t have given to slow down, explore, savor.
But he couldn’t. Not when he hadn’t felt the intense rush of male satisfaction in so long. Too long.
Not when he might not ever feel this way again.
Just another thing Kaira Sorensen had done for him. The list was long, and he’d only known her for twenty-four hours.
Now, he didn’t know how he’d go on without her. And not just because he needed her blood. He wanted to see her photographs and talk to her about mythology and lay in his bed for hours just holding her. He wanted to learn what it must’ve been like for her to lose her parents so young, and the thought that she might understand something of his loneliness was just one more thing they had in common.
There was just so much he wanted…with her.
As his hips flew and her body thrust right back, heat and energy pooled low in his belly. He drank her down in slow sucks, and her blood tasted familiar and right, like coming home after a long time away.
Unquestionably, Kaira Sorensen was his match in every way that mattered. But would she be his blood match? He swore the mystical connection had been taunting and teasing him since the first moment he saw her, but maybe that was just desperately wishful thinking.
Maybe he couldn’t tell his hunger for nourishment apart from his hunger for companionship. Because he hadn’t just been starving all these long years, he’d been so damn lonely, too.
In and of itself, the thought that they could match gave him a giant shove toward his orgasm. But her first. He gentled his thrusts enough to concentrate on making sure his pelvic bone rolled over her clit. She moaned and matched his rhythm, her hips tilting and grinding. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and the sensation was so similar to a bite that Henrik unleashed a strangled groan against her throat.
He wanted her to bite him. He wanted her teeth in his flesh, her lips at his throat, for her to be absolutely ravenous for the taste of him. Another train of thought that threatened to devastate his control.
“Henrik,” Kaira rasped. “I…I…”
He clutched her left hand in his right and pressed it hard into the mattress, lifting his abdomen just enough to change the angle.
A high-pitched moan ripped out of her, and her whole body went momentarily rigid. And then the orgasm slammed into her, squeezing his cock, sending her body bucking and thrashing. The incredible, erotic frenzy of it tore through him until he was coming hard. He thrust through it, going momentarily blind with the intolerable goodness of it.