Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Tell me what to do.”
“Nothing. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll take care of you, but before we do this, I need to make sure you’re healthy enough for me to take your blood. I’ll never risk your wellbeing.”
“I’ll be fine. I lost blood before and survived.”
“Did you donate?”
“Yes,” she said quickly.
“Did you feel faint or dizzy afterward?”
“I never have adverse effects.”
“Good.” He brushed her hair from her face. “I’m clean. Do you trust me?”
She nodded. “I’m clean too.”
He hesitated. “There’s something else you need to know before we do this. I can’t conceive with a human. Only a vampire can. You understand the implication of that?”
“That we don’t need protection.”
“That I can’t make babies with you. I’ll never be able to give you a child.”
He already talked as if they were in a long-term relationship. Her deceit hung like a dirty cloak around her.
Misinterpreting her silence, he added softly, “We can always adopt.”
“It’s all right, Tim. I know what our limitations are as a couple.”
“You consent to that?”
“I do.”
He smiled down at her so sweetly, her heart almost melted to a puddle in her chest.
“Now that the technicalities are out of the way…” He released her and took a step back. For some time, he only looked at her.
“What?” she whispered.
“You’re perfect.” Holding her eyes, he moved to the bed and sat down. “Now come here. I want you to walk to me freely. By choice.”
She went to him, offering herself as he’d asked. When she stopped in front of him, he cupped her hips while his gaze bore into hers. Lightly, he stroked his palms over the fabric of her dress down her thighs and her calves.
“I’ve been dying to touch you, to taste you,” he said. “Tell me this is really happening.”
She bent down and kissed the corner of his mouth. He got up, pressing their bodies together, and pushed the straps of her evening dress over her shoulders. He trailed his lips along the curve of her collarbone to the juncture of her neck and up to her jaw. A nip of his teeth on her ear made her shiver. He found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down with an unrushed pace, inch by inch. He flattened his palms on her naked back where the fabric had fallen open, dragging them down slowly while he continued to gently nibble her earlobe.
The fabric slipped down to her hips. He continued his exploration, dipping his hands under the fabric and gripping her ass. Tightening his fingers on each cheek, he jerked her against him, his hard-on leaving no doubt about his intention. She gasped as he lifted her to align the junction of her legs with his cock. She dug her fingers into his shoulders while he kissed his way from the hollow of her throat to the upper curve of her breasts. Before he reached her nipples, he lowered her back to her feet gently, hooked his fingers into her dress, and pushed it over her hips. It pooled at her feet in a puddle of red silk.
He pulled back to look at her. The amber sparks of his eyes turned red-hot as his gaze traveled from her breasts to her belly ring and finally rested on the triangle barely covered by a thong. Then he locked eyes with her once more as he undid the buttons of his shirt. The edges fell open to expose his muscular chest dusted with a light coat of golden hair. He removed first one cufflink, then the other. After placing them carefully on the bedside table, he let the shirt drop to the floor. He was pure, hard male. His muscles flexed as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops of his waistband. The metal made a soft clanking sound when it hit the carpet. She watched him remove his shoes and socks, and when his hands went to the button of his formal slacks, hers started shaking with anticipation. He undid the button and stopped.
He moved so close to her she could feel some heat coming off his skin, although Tim was always more cool than hot to the touch. He held her eyes as he placed his palms on the inside of her thighs, tracing up a burning path until his thumbs pressed on the lace of her thong. He pulled the elastic aside and brushed a finger over her naked skin. The light touch made her jerk.
“I want to feel every inch of your skin,” he said in her neck, planting a kiss on the shell of her ear. “Take it all off for me.”
Completely under his spell, she couldn’t—didn’t want to—do anything other than obey. She was happy to let him take the lead. It felt good to, for once, let go of her control. She rolled the sheer stockings down and pushed the thong over her hips.