Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“I need you.” Her whisper is in my mind. “I need to come.”
I tighten my hold on her, rubbing her against me. Every stroke sends her higher, and I can feel her pleasure building. The connection between us is waking up, flickering to life like an old movie screen. Electric and alive, it shows us how we fit together, how we were made for each other.
“Don’t stop.” I nip her tongue and suck, getting just a hint of her blood. It’s strong now, thick and tasting of me. Fuck if that doesn’t make me feel so goddamn satisfied. She has me in her veins, suffusing her entire body with my marking scent. No one can miss it.
She moans into my mouth, her body moving in tighter and tighter circles as she rubs herself against my cock. I thrust up, meeting her and hitting her just right. It’s like we vibrate together, both of us feeling each other as we spiral closer and closer.
“Vincent!” Her cry comes from everywhere and nowhere, and I groan as she comes. My cock kicks, and I shoot my load as she rides me. Her clit throbs, waves of pleasure rolling over her as I sink into our mix of sensations.
She slows and finally stops, her mouth still on mine as I lick against her lips.
When she pulls back, she stares at me with utter wonder.
I stroke her cheek. “You are amazing.”
“I’m—” She looks down. “I’m so wet.”
“A little you, a lot me.” I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. She needs to know what she does to me.
She smiles and reaches down. “All that for me?”
Ian coughs.
I’d forgotten he was here.
“Excuse me while I go pour bleach into my eyes and ears.” He stands and staggers from the room. “I should’ve left, but I was like Maybe I should see if the blood works, or maybe they’ll stop, or maybe…” He trails off, grumbling to himself the whole way.
Everly looks at me with wide eyes, then bursts into laughter. I join her, pulling her close to me as she giggles.
“Poor Ian,” she finally says once she can talk again.
“He’ll get over it.” I kiss her forehead. “But for now, I need to go clean up. You’ve made a mess of me.”
“I want to do it again.” She nibbles my bottom lip. “But this time I want it all inside me.”
I groan, my cock already back to life and desperate for more. “Don’t talk like that. I might die.”
“Good thing you’re already dead.” She glances down again.
“Vincent?” Ian calls from somewhere toward the front of the house.
“Yeah?” I stand and put Everly on her feet. She’s stronger now. My blood is better than whatever crap they put in those infusion bags for her. From now on, all she needs is me.
“There’s some old lady up here peeking through your windows.”
I roll my eyes as Everly giggles again, then flits out toward the front door. “I’ll run interception while you clean up.”
I hurry up the stairs to change, then glance behind me at Everly. “I love you.” I say it before I can think about it, can process it, can do anything except just say it. Because it’s true. Because it’s my heart, and it’s hers.
I feel the surge of happiness in her, and I have to let that be enough. . . For now.
12
Everly
He loves me. My whole body hums with happiness. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard someone say those words to me. And I know it wasn't some slip either. I swear I can actually feel his love for me. It courses through my veins. It has to be his blood that’s given me this connection to him.
I grab the door handle to go in search of the nosy old lady neighbor from next door. A few days ago I was worried about her safety, but now I have to admit I’m a bit annoyed at her intrusion. I know she means well. I’m not one to judge someone for being nosy, but I don’t need her finding out my and Vincent’s secrets. And honestly, she needs to lay off my man. My monster? Whatever he is, he’s mine.
When I jerk the door open, the handle comes off. I stare down at the broken piece in my hand. “Oh my. That’s an antique. Did you break it?” Mrs. Brewster purses her lips. From the look of her yard and home in the early morning light, it’s clear she likes things in order. If I had to guess, she’s one of those people who’ll report you if something isn’t to her liking.
“I’m sure my Vinny can fix it. He’s quite good with his hands.” I smile. Then I flush when I realize how she might take that. “I mean...”