Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“It is everything I want! But I have a confession to make, and I fear you will not want me.”
My heart sank; Viggo had created a perfect scenario and now threatened to take it all away. It was strange to mourn a life I didn’t know existed a day ago, but I wanted it more than anything. I may not fully understand it, but I knew I was supposed to be with Viggo. He was right; my soul knew him, and it craved to be close to him. I was confident that my place was by his side. I took a deep breath and asked, “What is it?”
Guilt rolled off of him as he confessed, “I have known other men before you. I should have been strong, and saved myself for my beloved, but I gave into carnal need. In my six hundred thirty two years on this earth, I have known a dozen men, and I regret it with everything I am. I swear those encounters meant nothing to me, and I pray you can forgive me.”
If I weren’t so shocked at that being his deep, dark confession, I would have laughed my ass off. He was feeling guilty over fucking twelve guys in over six hundred years? I was horrible at math, but guessed that was about one guy every fifty years or so. Hell, I could barely go two weeks without sex. I’d slept with more than twelve guys in the past six months.
But, given Viggo’s previous statement about heart removal, I decided it was best to keep that tidbit to myself. I didn’t want to push the big guy over the edge. He already looked like he was struggling with what he just told me, and I wanted to put his mind at ease.
I smiled as I covered his hand with my own. “Viggo, it’s okay. That’s a long time to be lonely.” The more I thought about it, the sadder it was; he’d had no relationships or connections for over half a millennium because he was waiting on me. While sad, it was also very sweet. “Don’t worry about any of that; it doesn’t matter what happened in the past. Let’s just focus on our future together.”
His shoulders sagged with relief as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. “You are remarkable,” Viggo said as he looked into my eyes. “Your grace is more than I deserve.” It really wasn’t, but I didn’t turn away the compliment. “I must admit that I’m glad your dinner date did not show up. I cannot stand the thought of another man touching you.”
Oh. Oh shit. Did he think my botched date meant that I was a virgin? I would have laughed once more if I weren’t so conflicted. I didn’t want to piss off Viggo, but I also didn’t want to be dishonest with him, especially after he’d been so open with me. And let’s face it; as soon as we did have sex, he would know I wasn’t a virgin. There was a reason Josh called after he stood me up; I had skills.
“Um, actually…I need to confess something too.” How did he put it? It was much classier than what I could’ve come up with. “I’ve…known other men as well.”
Viggo’s jaw rippled as he swallowed hard, and I felt heat rolling off of his body. “You’ve had other lovers?”
“Not exactly. I’ve had encounters, like you, but I’ve never had a lover. No one has ever wanted a relationship with me.”
He took a deep breath and his features softened once more. “Then they are fools. I promise to show you the love and devotion you deserve, but I ask that you promise me something as well.”
“Anything,” I answered easily.
“If you ever see one of these other men, point him out to me so that I may remove his testicles. It will be his penance for daring to touch my beloved.”
Oh, hello again, stiffy. It had waned with my worries over confession time, but was now back in full force. I nodded my agreement at his ridiculous request. Sure, I was wildly turned on by the idea of Viggo protecting my honor and staking his claim, but would I actually allow him to harm someone just because they’d used me for sex? Maybe.
Even though my hard dick was about to pop through the blanket and wave hello, I decided it was best to put sexy time on hold, which was very unlike me. There was still so much I didn’t know about Viggo and his story. As much as I wanted to rip his clothes off and consummate the hell out of our relationship, I wanted to know everything about him.
From what he’d told me so far, one question was dry humping my brain and wouldn’t let up until I asked, “How did you survive so long without drinking blood?” He’d fed from me because he was dying, yet he’d spent over a hundred years without a drink. Something wasn’t adding up.