bouncing now, thrilled I was showing him something new. I hadn’t thought that possible. I wrapped my arms around his head and fisted his hair, nibbling on his earlobe. “You will not bite me. You will come just from my body. Only from me and not my blood. Do you understand?”
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, shivering under me.
“What else have you not tried, Conall? Could I tie you down to my bed? Ride you all night long?”
“Oh yes, please.” The moan he gave was so deep I felt it in my chest. Apparently he hadn’t let a woman do that to him before. He kissed up my neck, but his fangs never came out. I ground against him harder, moved faster, needing just that extra friction to push me over.
“What about a vibrating cock ring? Something to rub all my right places while you take me?” I taunted, realizing we were both so into this that maybe that would throw us both over.
“I don’t know what that is. I’ve never used toys in bed.”
“Oh fuck, Conall. Even I’ve done that,” I whimpered, squeezing my thighs tighter, pushing myself against him harder. I bit his shoulder as I came, screaming his name. Then I felt him fill me with his release, groaning as his body shook.
I slumped against him when I was spent, not able to feel my limbs they were so numb and tingling.
“May I move now?”
“You may, but I can’t yet,” I giggled, high off my orgasm. “That was amazing .”
“It was,” he purred. I heard his shirt rip and wanted to slap my hand over my mouth when I giggled again. “I had a few questions to ask you and I think now might be the time when you are all relaxed and happy.”
“As long as you rehydrate me.” I gave a half shrug. Whatever. I just had the best sex of my life and rocked a thousand-year-old vampire’s world without blood . Nothing could pop my bubble right then.
“Deal.” He lifted me, carefully pulling back up his pants in the process as well. Then he set me on the corner of the counter so I had some room, taking off my sandals, and I leaned back against the cabinet, not even bothering to adjust my shirt. Then he fixed his pants, threw away the tatters of his shirt, and handed me my cider. “Where is your favorite toy , Nina?”
“Sure, we can start right in on that,” I drawled before taking a sip of my drink. “Top drawer of my nightstand. The blue one.” He moved in a blur and was back before I could swallow any more of my cider, the bottle still up to my lips. I showed him how to work it, shaking my head at the evil smile on his lips.
I chugged the rest of the bottle, and he took it from me, setting it in the sink. Then he moved my feet onto the counter on either side of me and turned the egg vibrator on low before moving it under my skirt. Conall smiled at me as he leaned in and licked my right nipple.
“Do you hate the promo I bought, Nina?”
“Yes, all except the silver pens,” I hissed as he started sucking on it. “Those were snazzy. The rest I do. It’s not me. It’s boring. Corporate. I’m sorry. It just is.”
“It’s all right. I should have asked,” he muttered, moving to the other nipple. “I’m glad we’re finally being honest.”
“Honestly, turn your wrist back and forth,” I whimpered. “Circle it like you would your finger.” I gasped when he did it and smacked my hand against the cabinet. “Honestly, that’s perfect .”
“Do you want me to throw it all away?”
“No.”
“What would you do with it?”
He nicked my left nipple with his fang, and for a moment, I lost track of the conversation which got that much harder to keep track of when he turned up the toy. “Use rubbing alcohol or whatever, take off my logo, and donate it to schools or something. Kiddies don’t need my logo on there and you got nice stuff, just plain. Don’t waste. Use the tax right off at least and do something nice.”
“Very thoughtful. Would you let me get you other promotional materials if we picked them out
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