Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
He shudders as countless scenarios and possibilities flash through his head.
All ending with me dead.
Hating his distress, I reach up and grab his beautiful face. Then I turn his head until his dark eyes meet mine. “But you reached me in time. You saved me again.”
Sensing my words give him no comfort, I lean forward and push my mouth against his.
Giving him a tender kiss, I say into the bond, “Thank you.”
Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I resist the urge the bite him. “Thank you for always saving me.”
I run my tongue along the seam of his lips until he parts them. Before I can thrust my tongue into his mouth, his is plunging into mine. “Thank you for being everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve ever needed…”
Groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, he pushes me back on the bed.
His weight pressing down on me, I gasp in pleasure. “I love you.”
He kisses me hungrily, like he’s trying to pour all of his love inside me.
And I feel it.
Feel it spilling into the mark over my heart and spreading behind my ribs.
Fulfilling me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
Pushing my own love back into him, I let him know I’m no longer afraid of it.
Or his.
Like the sun, I want to bask in our love for eternity.
His fear fleeing, I become aware of something new awakening inside him. Something that’s been starving for this moment.
It creates a warm, liquid languidness that spreads through my limbs. Urging me to give into him.
To accept him.
All of him.
I gasp at the sensation, and Raphael tears his mouth away to kiss his way hungrily down to my neck.
His fangs scrape at my skin, and I long to have his bite. To have those fangs sinking into my flesh.
To feel that connection.
But he denies me, continuing his path downward.
When his mouth closes around my nipple, my spine comes up, off the bed.
With a growl, he pushes me back down.
His tongue lashes at me, the hunger awakened inside him growing stronger by the second and pulsing through our bond.
Becoming my hunger, too.
My hands grab at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, as I try to push his mouth harder into me.
He nips at my nipple, piercing it with the tip of one fang, and a zap of electric sensation courses through me, settling in my core.
Then he does it to the other one.
The blood in my veins buzzing, I squirm beneath him as he begins to kiss, nip, and suck his way down my stomach.
My clit throbs with the anticipation that he’ll put his mouth on it again.
Once he reaches my mons, though, he kisses a path toward my hip and grabs me by the back of my knee.
Then he strikes lightning fast and his fangs sink into the meat of my thigh.
There must be a venom in his bite, I think to myself as he pulls back a hard suck that feels like he’s tugging on my clit.
Chuckling inside my head, he drops my leg and grabs the other one.
“There’s no venom in my bite, my stars,” he says.
Then his fangs pierce me again.
My clit aches this time at the tugging sensation, dying to be touched.
Knowing exactly what I want through the bond, he slides his fangs out of me and purposely takes his time kissing and licking his way up my thigh.
Then, when he finally reaches where I need him, he takes a heartbeat to push his nose against my pussy and breathe me in.
“Fuck, you smell delicious…” he purrs.
Reaching down, I grab him by the hair and whine at him.
“Use your words, love,” he chastises. “What do you want?”
Then, to be a total jerk, he blows a cool breath against my clit.
My hips thrust up as I say, “I want your mouth on me.”
“Your wish is my command…”
Turning his head, he bites the tender spot right next to my pussy.
“Not there!” I cry even as a delicious wave of bliss crashes into me.
“My mistake.” Raphael chuckles and carefully slides out his fangs. “Where do you want my mouth?”
I groan inwardly, and hear him chuckle deviously inside my head again.
He’s really going to make me say it. Say a word I’ve never spoken out loud…
But is it really out loud if it’s inside my head?
“Do you want it here?” he asks before he bites the top of my mons.
“Good grief!” I exclaim and bolt upright.
Only to be shoved back down by his big palm shoving against my chest.
And, of course, that damned palm of his is pressing right against my mark.
“You suck!” I screech as I twitch and spasm against the bed.
“Fuck,” Raphael growls and removes his hand.
Through the bond, I know he didn’t touch my mark intentionally, but the damage has already been done.
The unwanted throes have me in their grasp and don’t release me until I’m a panting mess.