Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He brings one hand underneath me, lifting me to his face. Working his tongue with fervor, he slips a finger inside me, going right to my g-spot. A moan escapes my lips and Lucas works his magic, reading my body like a novel crafted just for him. He slows his movements, drawing out the pleasure, and then speeds up, sucking my clit as he works his finger inside me.
Only a minute later, I’m cumming against his face, body shuddering with desire as the orgasm rolls through me. Heart racing, I reach for him, wanting him to push his big cock inside me.
“Come here,” I pant, body still reacting to his touch. “I want you.”
“You’re not very patient, are you, my love?”
“No, but don’t make me beg.”
With vampire speed, he’s back over top of me, moving me so I’m on my side with my legs slightly bent in front of me. He enters me from behind, body spooned around mine as he fucks me. Lips parting, I turn my head in, moaning into the pillow. In the back of my mind, I know Eliza and Eamon have heard us having sex multiple times now just tonight.
And I don’t fucking care.
I could have cast a sound proofing spell on my room, but haven’t for two reasons. One, I really don’t care. Lucas is my husband and we have sex. There’s no shame or secret there. And the other, more nefarious reason is, what if I forgot to remove the spell and demons break in or Juliet is crying and we can’t hear her? It’s not a normal person's problemClick here to enter text., I know. Hell, it’s not even a normal witch problem.
Lucas wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his cool, firm chest. He pushes in balls deep, and we climax together. My pussy spasms around his cock, and feeling it pulse inside me as he finishes intensifies my orgasm. He holds himself inside me for a moment and then kisses my neck and slowly pulls out.
I’m panting, heart racing and body floating. I should get up and use the bathroom, but instead I close my eyes. Lucas pulls the blanket over us both and runs his fingers up and down my arm until I drift to sleep.
I wake several hours later, with the sun shining through the curtained window. Lucas is standing next to it, trying to soothe Juliet. She’s no doubt hungry, and I can tell without even looking down at myself that my breasts are engorged with milk. I haven’t quite wanted to even admit it to myself, but I was hoping the more angelic I became, the less likely I’d be able to nurse my daughter.
Which is horrible, right?
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“Morning,” I say, blinking a few times before I sit up. “Is she hungry?”
“She is,” Lucas tells me and starts to come over.
“Let me pee first,” I tell him and hurry out of bed. Feet slapping against the hardwood floor, I rush into the bathroom and back as quickly as I can. Lucas is in bed when I come back, and Juliet turns and latches on almost instantly.
“Ow,” I say quietly, wincing slightly as I brace for the tingling feeling when the milk starts to come. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this. I put a hand over the breast she’s not nursing on, knowing I’m going to start leaking milk all over my nightgown in just a few seconds, dammit.
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His brows push together and he holds my gaze, as if he’s waiting for me to laugh. “Why are you asking?”
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Lucas blinks several times, and not because he needs to. “Can babies drink blood?” he deadpans, still looking me right in the eye. Another few seconds tick by before we both start laughing.
“So you’re saying you don’t know,” I chuckle.
“I am, and I don’t want to find out.”
“I bet Eliza would—”
“Don’t,” he interrupts but is unable to keep the smile off his face too. Because he knows she totally would be willing to try. I rest my head on Lucas’s chest as I nurse our daughter. He gently smoothes back her wispy hair and I wish so fucking much that things could be normal and calm for just one day.