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She crawled away from him and he growled again, the threatening sound of it sending a chill chasing over her skin and down her spine. She was coming to like it when he growled at her, marking the difference between them in such a primal way. He was a vampire. A powerful predator.
And she had him at her mercy.
Lilah paused and looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the need and desire in his eyes, the fierce hunger for her in the red tinge to his irises, and the hope buried beneath the surface, locked deep in his heart. He felt something for her, and she felt something for him, and that meant that there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. She didn’t care if vampire society said what was happening between them was forbidden. She would fight them all so she could be with him.
She would fight for the man that she loved.
The hunger in his eyes softened, curiosity surfacing in them as he searched hers, as though he had seen the feelings she held in her heart.
Lilah turned to face him, straddling his hips, and stared into his eyes, letting him see that this meant something and that she would fight for it. She wouldn’t let him suffer the consequences of their actions alone. She would stand by his side and tell the world that her master had no control over her and that she loved Javier with all of her heart, and she didn’t care if that was wrong, because it felt right to her.
She reached behind her, gripped his cock, and held it poised at her entrance.
“Javier?” she whispered and the words fled her lips and her courage fell away.
He tugged at his restraints. She gasped when he snapped them, grabbed her upper arms and pulled her down to him. He kissed her and rolled her onto her back, his mouth fusing with hers, tongue plundering with fierce thrusts and sweeps. She groaned, buried her fingers into the longer lengths of his sandy brown hair and wrapped her legs around him as he plunged his cock hard into her.
His answering moan was low and deep, full of feral hunger that turned it into a snarl.
“Tell me what you were thinking,” he uttered against her throat, kissing it and nibbling as he withdrew and thrust back into her, burying his body deep within hers, joining them as one. He caught one of her legs, getting his arm under her knee and holding it up. She groaned, unable to find her voice when he was driving her out of her head, his pelvis slamming against her clit with each deep plunge of his cock into her wet core. “Tell me, Lilah. Tell me I am not alone in this. Give me the strength to fight.”
God. She wanted to. She wanted to cling to the hope that everything would turn out all right in the end just as he had said it would but she couldn’t fool herself. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned as he moved slower and deeper, long thrusts of his cock that threatened to have her climaxing before she managed to put voice to her feelings and give him the reassurance he craved. The thought that so strong a man needed her with such ferocity, that she could give him the strength that he sought with only a few honest words when he was so powerful in her eyes, awed and empowered her. It made her strong too.
“You’re not alone, Javier,” she whispered and his name came out as a long moan as he pumped her, thrusting his long cock into her, completing her in a way she had never felt before. She felt so connected to him, so strong but so weak at the same time. Her happiness, her pleasure, her future, all of it was in his hands and it scared her. They had given up their fight against their feelings but rather than giving them the joy it should have it had given them pain and fear. He kissed her throat, whispered low Spanish words against it, words that sounded so romantic and so full of love that they brought tears to her eyes. “I’m right here with you.”
He growled and held her tighter, his fingertips digging into her thigh and her shoulder, his hips pumping harder and faster. Each deep
She crawled away from him and he growled again, the threatening sound of it sending a chill chasing over her skin and down her spine. She was coming to like it when he growled at her, marking the difference between them in such a primal way. He was a vampire. A powerful predator.
And she had him at her mercy.
Lilah paused and looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the need and desire in his eyes, the fierce hunger for her in the red tinge to his irises, and the hope buried beneath the surface, locked deep in his heart. He felt something for her, and she felt something for him, and that meant that there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. She didn’t care if vampire society said what was happening between them was forbidden. She would fight them all so she could be with him.
She would fight for the man that she loved.
The hunger in his eyes softened, curiosity surfacing in them as he searched hers, as though he had seen the feelings she held in her heart.
Lilah turned to face him, straddling his hips, and stared into his eyes, letting him see that this meant something and that she would fight for it. She wouldn’t let him suffer the consequences of their actions alone. She would stand by his side and tell the world that her master had no control over her and that she loved Javier with all of her heart, and she didn’t care if that was wrong, because it felt right to her.
She reached behind her, gripped his cock, and held it poised at her entrance.
“Javier?” she whispered and the words fled her lips and her courage fell away.
He tugged at his restraints. She gasped when he snapped them, grabbed her upper arms and pulled her down to him. He kissed her and rolled her onto her back, his mouth fusing with hers, tongue plundering with fierce thrusts and sweeps. She groaned, buried her fingers into the longer lengths of his sandy brown hair and wrapped her legs around him as he plunged his cock hard into her.
His answering moan was low and deep, full of feral hunger that turned it into a snarl.
“Tell me what you were thinking,” he uttered against her throat, kissing it and nibbling as he withdrew and thrust back into her, burying his body deep within hers, joining them as one. He caught one of her legs, getting his arm under her knee and holding it up. She groaned, unable to find her voice when he was driving her out of her head, his pelvis slamming against her clit with each deep plunge of his cock into her wet core. “Tell me, Lilah. Tell me I am not alone in this. Give me the strength to fight.”
God. She wanted to. She wanted to cling to the hope that everything would turn out all right in the end just as he had said it would but she couldn’t fool herself. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned as he moved slower and deeper, long thrusts of his cock that threatened to have her climaxing before she managed to put voice to her feelings and give him the reassurance he craved. The thought that so strong a man needed her with such ferocity, that she could give him the strength that he sought with only a few honest words when he was so powerful in her eyes, awed and empowered her. It made her strong too.
“You’re not alone, Javier,” she whispered and his name came out as a long moan as he pumped her, thrusting his long cock into her, completing her in a way she had never felt before. She felt so connected to him, so strong but so weak at the same time. Her happiness, her pleasure, her future, all of it was in his hands and it scared her. They had given up their fight against their feelings but rather than giving them the joy it should have it had given them pain and fear. He kissed her throat, whispered low Spanish words against it, words that sounded so romantic and so full of love that they brought tears to her eyes. “I’m right here with you.”
He growled and held her tighter, his fingertips digging into her thigh and her shoulder, his hips pumping harder and faster. Each deep
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