Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Holy shit.” If I’d known she was completely naked, we wouldn’t have made it five minutes into the party.
She gave me a slow smile before our mouths collided again, the kiss turning ravenous. Our tongues twined and hands roamed as we fell back into the bed.
“Ransom,” she whispered, rising over me, her hair a soft, dark curtain that blocked out the rest of the world.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her down to meet my mouth, rolling us over in the same motion so I had her under me. The feel of her skin against mine sent a thousand licks of flame through my veins. I kissed her breathless and then kept going, trailing my mouth down her neck, her collarbone, and finally reaching her breasts.
“You are so damned perfect.” My lips teased her nipple to a stiff peak before flicking it with my tongue.
“Yes!” She arched when I grazed her breast with my fangs.
Her heartbeat thundered in my ears. My fangs ached with the need to bite, to sink into her flesh and know how she tasted, to carry her essence within my body.
“Olivia,” I groaned as she grasped the back of my head, holding me to her breast. “I want you too badly.”
We both knew I wasn’t talking about sex.
“Then take me.”
My eyes shot to hers in question.
“Take me, Ransom,” she whispered. “Feed. I can feel your hunger.” She tilted her head to the side, exposing the long line of her neck.
My cock throbbed. My fangs pulsed. Need consumed every logical thought, leaving only the predator who demanded completion with his—
Don’t even think it.
I ran my tongue up her throat as my hands journeyed up the tender skin of her thighs and found her utterly wet between them. She was slick with need and so fucking hot that I groaned from the feel of her on my fingers.
“You feel like silk.” I teased her throat with my fangs.
She moaned, rocking her hips up to meet my hand as I stroked her from opening to clit. The scent of her arousal filled my lungs like a heady perfume, driving my instincts to take control.
Hunger burned my throat, but I kept my fangs behind my lips as I flicked and rubbed her clit, sliding one finger, then two into her tight pussy as I felt her body go taut.
“I love to watch you come,” I whispered in her ear, then sent her right over that edge.
“I love you,” she cried out as her body convulsed through waves of pleasure.
The breath froze in my lungs, and I stilled above her, processing those words. My chest went tight at the possibility, but maybe she didn’t mean it. Maybe it was just the orgasm talking.
Her hands found my cheeks as she came down from the high, her thumb dragging over my lips as her eyes locked onto mine. They were hazy with pleasure. So fucking beautiful. “I love you,” she repeated, swallowing after the confession. “And it’s okay if you don’t—”
Mine.
I replaced my fingers with my cock and drove forward, filling her in one deep thrust as my fangs sank into her throat.
Her taste exploded in my mouth, and I groaned as I swallowed her down, thick and sweet like wine and honey. Mine.
She was mine.
I drank at her with long pulls as I thrust over and over, taking her with mindless hunger, our bodies coming together in a storm of need that held us both prisoner. She rocked into every thrust, her body rippling around mine as she came again, my name an unmuffled cry on her lips.
From this moment, I would be able to sense her. Find her. Track her if necessary. We’d be linked, making her vulnerable in a way she’d never been before. The bodyguard of the princess was forbidden from such connections with the exception of a mate, and I could give nothing in return but the same power over me.
I dragged my tongue over the tiny puncture wounds at her throat, sealing the bite to kick-start the healing process, as my pace between her thighs intensified, my hips pistoning into hers.
“I want you to feed.” Sweat beaded on my skin as I lowered my forehead against hers.
“Ransom, you’ve never…” She blinked quickly, but I saw the dainty peaks of her fangs as nibbled on her lower lip.
The sight only made me thrust harder, until I’d fucked her up the massive bed. She threw out one arm against the headboard for leverage.
“I love. You,” I said between thrusts. “Feed.” It wasn’t a want anymore. I needed to be inside her in every way possible. Needed her to live off me.
She grasped the back of my neck with her free hand and arched up, piercing me with a bite that changed from pain to pleasure so quickly that I had no choice but to let go, pounding my release into her as the orgasm hit. Lights flashed behind my eyes, and still, I kept moving, working a hand between us so she rose to that peak again as she finished feeding.