Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
My skin turned to goosebumps. “Don’t you want to shower first? Grab a bite to eat?”
“No. I want to fuck you. Hard. And I’ll apologise in advance if I’m a little rough. I can be gentle later, but right now I can’t be anything other than savage.” He growled and bit my neck. “Christ, Darya, just point out your room before I tear off that dress right here.”
All I could do was nod as I led him up the stairs. I didn’t think I’d ever been hungered for so intensely. Carra was down the hall, showing Sven the room we’d made up for him. I pointed to the door that was mine and Vas practically kicked it open. He slammed it shut behind him then threw me onto the bed. I was already primed thanks to him making me come in the car, so when he shoved down his pants, ripped off my underwear, and plunged his hard cock inside me, all I could do was throw my head back and moan. His hand came over my mouth, a carnal smile shaping his lips. “Not so loud, darling. We aren’t alone.”
In that moment I almost regretted not building Carra and Sven a separate house so that Vas and I could be as loud as we wanted.
He slammed into me, his hips thrusting. One hand slid into my dress, cupping my breast. My inner muscles pulsated around him. I might come again, just from this. The hunger in this eyes was feral. He captured my gaze and I was incapable of looking away.
“That was so pretty when you came for me in the car. So sexy. Fuck, you feel amazing. You’re perfect. Beautiful. Does that feel good?”
“Yes, don’t stop.”
His hand closed tighter around my breast while his other hand flattened against the mattress, holding himself up. His mouth went to my neck, kissing, nipping, licking at my skin like he couldn’t get enough. I ran my hand over his shoulders, down his spine, and a tremor went through him at my touch. Both of our chests glowed, the mark alive and vibrating, adding more intense pleasure to our love making.
His eyes were wicked, full of sin.
His pounding quickened, pleasure shattering through me before his lips crashed down on mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and I moaned into the kiss, scraping my fingernails down his back. That did something to him because he shuddered, and the next thing I knew he was coming inside me. We didn’t break the kiss, not until every ounce of his orgasm was drained. Finally, our hungry kisses grew gentler until he was nipping at my lips, whispering sweet, sexy compliments in my ear. Why was his praise such a turn on for me? It made me feel like I was floating, like I was glowing from the inside out.
We lay on the bed, both of us rumpled and sex flushed. My heart still raced, my chest heaving. When I turned to him his eyes were on me, marvelling like he was gazing at a wonder. He reached out and swept his thumb across my lips. “Look at you. You’re a work of art.”
I averted my eyes, shy at his compliment. Yes, we’d spent the last year corresponding through letters but it was still going to take a while to get used to being around him in person. Vas was intense. He oozed masculine charisma and charm. An irresistible cocktail.
My attention went to his horns. I traced a finger from where one protruded at his temple, along the curved length and all the way up to the pointed tip. He undulated at my touch and I noticed him shiver. “Does that feel good?” I whispered.
He shot me a dark, sensual look. “What do you think?”
Feeling emboldened, I continued tracing my fingers along the dappled horn and his hands went between my legs. I wanted to cry out when he plunged two fingers inside me. I was still sensitive after the pounding he’d given me.
I soaked him in, his mussed hair, rumpled shirt, and trousers discarded somewhere on my bedroom floor. He focused his attention on my clit and I came instantly, like a hair trigger. He captured my lips in a languid kiss just as a soft knock sounded on the door.
“Darya, Vas,” Carra called. “I was going to start laying out dinner. Are you two ready?”
“Yes,” Vas replied. “Just washing up. We’ll be out in a minute.”
Reluctantly, he drew away. I grabbed some clean underwear while Vas went to clean up in the bathroom. A few minutes later we were downstairs at the dinner table. We’d both fixed our appearances but I felt like what we’d done was written all over our faces. Being half vampire, Sven could probably scent it. It would certainly explain the faint grin on his face as he glanced from me to Vas.