swirling coils of pleasure over her skin and deep into her, her body crumpling in a sea of ecstasy. Her muscles clenched around him and he sucked harder, fire scorching her skin where his mouth was.
Her moan was deep, primitive, and it sent him into a frenzy. He moved his lips away and pumped faster, like a beast searching for release. He pounded harder, feverish. She opened her eyes and through the daze of pleasure, she saw his face transforming. Raw, animal power defining his features. The black in his eyes was deep, as if a storm of darkness was raging in them. His fangs were out, a drop of her blood still coating his lips.
Her eyes lingered on it, mesmerized. He seemed to catch the heavy sight of pleasure in her gaze and bent over to kiss her, the metallic taste of blood mixing with her saliva. A second orgasm rippled through her as his tongue tangled with hers, the wave of pleasure making her gasp for air.
She clanged to him as the waves of the orgasm rippled through her, making her soar higher than she’d thought possible. As her muscles pulsed around his length, he responded by grunting and pounding harder into her body, reaching so deep her insides trembled with the invasion.
She opened her eyes and saw the tightness in his jaw, the fire of his eyes burning deep into hers. She pushed into his hips hard, demanding, holding his pleasure tight and pulling until she thought he couldn’t take it any longer. And then heexploded inside her. He grabbed her ass and pumped into her one more time, grunting as he released, arching his back as a howl of pleasure erupted from his throat.
When his face came down to stare at her, there was a flash of rapture in his eyes. Satisfaction. She wasn’t sure if it was a look of possession or a look of abandonment. Either way, it tore down into her, making her body tingle with something that felt like bliss.
She felt exhausted, sleep washing over her and grabbing her until she felt weak and sluggish. Her limbs were soft, trembling still with the aftershocks of the climax. And as she fell asleep, her mind blissfully softening into the night, she heard him get up and leave the room. Before sleep overtook her, she heard his command to one of the guards.
“Find out who she is.”
Chapter 8
She woke up slower than usual the next morning. Her body was spent and sluggish, a heaviness washing over her. Part of her also felt warm and comforted, though, and that was somewhat more unsettling considering what had brought it on.
The sounds of the morning were filtering in through the half-open window, slowly lifting her drowsiness. Her mind was a blur of cluttered ideas and trying to make sense of them was almost impossible. She opened her eyes slowly, taking her surroundings in one detail at a time. She was in his room. Alone.
The memories of the previous night rolled over her, like waves crashing against the sand. Each crash brought with it a new flash of skin, of pleasure, of fire on fire exploding. She was a traitor. It had taken one touch, one second of his lips on hers to forget everything. Even though she had known from the beginning that sleeping with a vampire was part of the deal, she hadn’t expected to enjoy it. The pleasure had been the greatest treason of all.
She shifted on the bed and her muscles ached. It was the kind of glorious pain that a wild night could bring. Only that in this case, it felt like something more. Her body seemed different. Branded . She reached for her neck and the two puncture wounds there. They were barely noticeable but they were there—like a brand. You’re mine. Marcus’ words looped in her mind, bringing a shiver with them every time she heard them again.
She took a deep breath and sat upright. Her biggest distress wasn’t about the marks on her neck. It was about something deeper. Somehow, her soul felt marked. Last night hadn’t been about passion or sex or blood. It had been about
Her moan was deep, primitive, and it sent him into a frenzy. He moved his lips away and pumped faster, like a beast searching for release. He pounded harder, feverish. She opened her eyes and through the daze of pleasure, she saw his face transforming. Raw, animal power defining his features. The black in his eyes was deep, as if a storm of darkness was raging in them. His fangs were out, a drop of her blood still coating his lips.
Her eyes lingered on it, mesmerized. He seemed to catch the heavy sight of pleasure in her gaze and bent over to kiss her, the metallic taste of blood mixing with her saliva. A second orgasm rippled through her as his tongue tangled with hers, the wave of pleasure making her gasp for air.
She clanged to him as the waves of the orgasm rippled through her, making her soar higher than she’d thought possible. As her muscles pulsed around his length, he responded by grunting and pounding harder into her body, reaching so deep her insides trembled with the invasion.
She opened her eyes and saw the tightness in his jaw, the fire of his eyes burning deep into hers. She pushed into his hips hard, demanding, holding his pleasure tight and pulling until she thought he couldn’t take it any longer. And then heexploded inside her. He grabbed her ass and pumped into her one more time, grunting as he released, arching his back as a howl of pleasure erupted from his throat.
When his face came down to stare at her, there was a flash of rapture in his eyes. Satisfaction. She wasn’t sure if it was a look of possession or a look of abandonment. Either way, it tore down into her, making her body tingle with something that felt like bliss.
She felt exhausted, sleep washing over her and grabbing her until she felt weak and sluggish. Her limbs were soft, trembling still with the aftershocks of the climax. And as she fell asleep, her mind blissfully softening into the night, she heard him get up and leave the room. Before sleep overtook her, she heard his command to one of the guards.
“Find out who she is.”
Chapter 8
She woke up slower than usual the next morning. Her body was spent and sluggish, a heaviness washing over her. Part of her also felt warm and comforted, though, and that was somewhat more unsettling considering what had brought it on.
The sounds of the morning were filtering in through the half-open window, slowly lifting her drowsiness. Her mind was a blur of cluttered ideas and trying to make sense of them was almost impossible. She opened her eyes slowly, taking her surroundings in one detail at a time. She was in his room. Alone.
The memories of the previous night rolled over her, like waves crashing against the sand. Each crash brought with it a new flash of skin, of pleasure, of fire on fire exploding. She was a traitor. It had taken one touch, one second of his lips on hers to forget everything. Even though she had known from the beginning that sleeping with a vampire was part of the deal, she hadn’t expected to enjoy it. The pleasure had been the greatest treason of all.
She shifted on the bed and her muscles ached. It was the kind of glorious pain that a wild night could bring. Only that in this case, it felt like something more. Her body seemed different. Branded . She reached for her neck and the two puncture wounds there. They were barely noticeable but they were there—like a brand. You’re mine. Marcus’ words looped in her mind, bringing a shiver with them every time she heard them again.
She took a deep breath and sat upright. Her biggest distress wasn’t about the marks on her neck. It was about something deeper. Somehow, her soul felt marked. Last night hadn’t been about passion or sex or blood. It had been about
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