Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I can’t,” I mumbled in between panting. “I’m married.”
“To whom? Your husband or the Quiet King?” He pressed his lips to mine.
A fevered craving burst through my body and twisted inside my chest. My loins swelled and throbbed. If he had placed his fingers anywhere near them, I would’ve given him anything he wanted.
Ambi, help me. One kiss and I’m writhing in need.
“Your arousal is like the sweetest perfume I’ve ever smelled,” he murmured. “I can sense it all around me—tingling against my skin, thickening your blood, and shoving me off the edge of insanity.”
I twisted away from him. “Okay. This is too much. We have to stop. Besides, I only gave you permission to bite me.”
His lips brushed against my ear. “I need no permission, domina.”
He left a trail of kisses down my neck and dove between my breasts.
Gasping, I smacked the back of his head.
He looked up at me with glowing gold eyes.
My voice came out shaky. “If you’re going to bond with me through the blood, then drink it. No kissing or sucking.”
“Any other rules?” A smirk plastered across his face. His hands went to my waist, fingering the thin material of my gown.
“No massaging me and definitely no sex.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Xander.”
Groaning, he leaned down and lowered his mouth back to my neck. His lips opened. His teeth stabbed my flesh, pushing through to my veins.
Besides a tiny sting, no pain hit me, just pure unaltered pleasure enveloped every cell in my body. Delightful sensations rippled through me. Never had I experienced something so raw and blissful. No one had ever made me feel that way.
“Oh.”
He groaned.
“Please don’t stop.” Need rocked within me.
He sucked hard.
My blood heated and soared to him. Glints of shimmering red flickered, popped around us, and danced on my skin.
What’s this?
I flinched and panicked.
Xander whispered in my mind; Relax, Camille. It’s the blood magic moving through our essence and binding us together.
His voice hummed inside me like a slowly strummed guitar, so different from his actual voice, or even the king’s mental voice.
I rubbed my thighs together as my desire for him exploded into a great hunger. I was dizzy with it. I could think of nothing else but getting his tongue, fingers, and cock inside of me.
Hot. I feel so hot.
I wanted him to touch me, just a little more.
Just one bite, I’d told him. How stupid he must’ve thought I was, knowing that one bite was all it took to capture me into desire.
Now I understood the poor human women who sat on the corner addicted to the feel of fangs inside them, begging for just one more bite.
It’s almost over, he mentally said.
“And what if I want you to do more?” I asked, barely recognizing my voice.
I won’t. Now, you’re drunk from my bite.
He ran his hand through my hair. His fingers traveled from my roots to their ends, then returned to my scalp, taking a new path through my tresses.
His voice triggered more desire. I could fall in love with you and have no regrets.
Those words coursed through my veins. My nipples blazed with longing for his tongue. My sensitive folds throbbed. My clitoris ached.
“Touch me.” The words fled my lips.
His fangs retracted, leaving my neck.
I peered at him with hooded eyes and slurred, “Make love to me.”
“I want you so bad. You’ll never understand how much.” His gold eyes brightened, illuminating the area around him. He licked his lips. “But that’s the bite talking right now, not you. I won’t make love to you until you’re in your right mind.”
He moved away from me.
I lazily rose to a sitting position, swaying a little. My actions seemed delayed by a few seconds. I waved my hand in front of me.
A line of rainbow colors trailed along my fingers. A foggy confusion jammed my thought process as I shook my head. I gazed down at him.
Two images of Xander greeted me instead of one.
I shook my head until only one Xander lay in front of me.
“I forgot you would get disoriented. This is your first time being bitten by a vampire. You should probably lie back down.” He rearranged himself so he was farther away from me. “I’d help you lay down myself, but I’m not to be trusted right now. I’m close to taking you anyway and dealing with the consequences later.”
“Take me.” I blinked through the haze and lifted up my hands to take off my gown. My fingers fumbled with the cloth.
“Don’t, Camille. Move your hands.”
I raised the gown up over my hips and slurred, “Bite me some more.”
Xander’s growl boomed through the room.
The window’s glass vibrated.
I widened my eyes. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be.”
“Bite me one more time.”
“One bite is enough for now.”
“Please.” I pulled the gown down and showed him more of my cleavage.