Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
She nodded, and he pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue slid against hers, his lips massaging skillfully, making her forget that she was about to die. Funny how he didn’t taste like blood. He tasted like his scent—freshly cut cedar on a spring morning.
He slowly moved his body and nestled between her thighs, allowing her to feel his erection. Christ, how I missed this.
Had she mentioned that she’d never lost her vampire libido? MF went through more batteries than a cheap Christmas toy. Thank gods I’ll finally have a man who won’t wear down after an hour.
She slid her hands along his strong arms, around his tight narrow waist, and then up his muscled back. He was perfectly toned in all the right places.
His hand glided down between their bodies, finding its way under her robe and between her thighs.
MF gasped the moment he teasingly stroked her C-spot with a featherlike touch—just enough pressure to make her want more. She moved her hips toward his hand, urging him to do it again.
Instead, he removed his towel and took his hard cock in his hand, positioning it at her entrance.
Her nipples pearled, and her skin tightened around her bones, goosebumps everywhere. But he still didn’t penetrate, thrust, or give her the release she needed.
“Jesus, what are you doing?” she panted.
“Uh-uh-uh…no blaspheming.” He circled the head of his shaft over her clit, drawing out the erotic pulses.
“Sorry. Fuck, what are you doing?” she said.
“Better.” He sealed his mouth over hers, dipping the crown of his dick into her slick entrance. Then again. And again. Never going more than an inch. Or two inches, if she were measuring width.
“Stop teasing me.”
“Tell me when to start,” he said, his voice husky. “And I will start.”
Shit. Shit! I’m ready. I want this. I want him. “Start.”
He thrust deeply with the entire weight of his strong body, stealing her breath with his size. His fangs went in her neck.
“Oh gods. Oh gods.” It felt like being fucked fifteen different ways. Her body was tingling, pulsing, and throbbing inside and out. It was almost too much.
His hips moved like a piston, pounding in time with the pulling on her neck. MF felt her body heating and falling, preparing to explode in a giant ball of pleasure.
He hooked an arm under her knee, opening her wider for him. He thrust again, nailing her in that spot deep inside. The C- and G-spot treatment. Yes…
She rocked her hips, savoring his rapid breathing and guttural groans. Something about knowing he was lost in the moment and that she was the cause made it all so much fucking hotter.
He broke away from her neck and raised his head toward the ceiling, exposing his strong neck and Adam’s apple. He was so beautiful. So purely male. So timelessly handsome. I want nothing more.
She started coming, throwing her head back, locking his legs with hers as the sinful pulses ripped through her core.
He groaned with pleasure, twitching inside her, coming too.
Suddenly, she felt something on her tongue. A drop of blood from his finger. She clamped her mouth around his finger and swallowed.
Her breathing slowed.
Her heart slowed.
Maxton withdrew his finger and kissed her again, tenderly lingering on her lips while he slowly pumped his cock in and out.
“Don’t stop, Maxton,” she muttered. She felt like she was floating in the sky. With a big dick between her legs. “This is definitely the way to be turned.”
The room faded to black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Damien called Cimil several times throughout the day, but she was nowhere to be found. Honestly, he was beginning to worry. After his conversation with Votan, Damien didn’t know if the goddess had been taken or went into hiding.
Was her ultimatum still valid?
Just before midnight, Damien got a text to come outside his house. Strange because he didn’t recognize the number.
He went out the front door and found Cimil behind the wheel of a white RV.
She honked the horn and waved him over.
Was this a trap? Did she know he’d gone to Votan for assistance? Only one way to find out.
He walked over and entered the RV through the side door. Cimil hopped out of the driver’s seat.
“What is this place?” he asked, inspecting all of the lab equipment. At the far end, toward the back, was something resembling a tanning bed.
“Come and see this. You’re going to love it.” Cimil clapped excitedly.
He followed her over to the machine. “What does it do?”
“What doesn’t it do? Now, get in, tailor.”
“No.” He stepped back.
“Look, cupcake, I don’t have a lot of time here. ’Kay? This contraption is going to clean you up, spic and span, from the tippy top of your head down to your wiggly man toes.”
“I have six showers. And a pool. I do not need help getting clean.” Damien took another step back.