Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Nothing mattered. Not the dinner rapidly cooling on the counter. Not her sickness. Not my unchecked hunger. She was air and she was sustenance, and damn, did she kiss me back like she felt the same exact way.
My hands skimmed the outside of her thighs, slipping under the hem of her dress.
“Tell me no,” I repeated as I reached the strands of lace she called underwear.
“Yes.” She grabbed ahold of my face and pulled back so I could see her eyes. “Yes.”
Taste. Claim. I was fucking working on it.
I dropped to my knees, shoved her dress up to her hips, and tasted the skin of her inner thigh all before she could so much as gasp. Slower. I had to go slower.
She wasn’t a vampire. Grace was beautifully human, and my speed would scare the shit out of her. I had to be gentle. So. Very. Gentle. But fuck, she smelled like desire, and that heady scent filled my lungs with every breath.
But I could do slow. I could do gentle.
Then her hands tightened in my hair and all bets were off.
My fangs punched down.
I nicked each of the strands of her underwear with the sharp edges of my elongated canines and the fabric fell away.
Her heart rate sped to a gallop as I drew back and looked at her. Pink, glistening, shiny, and wet, she was pure perfection.
Mine, my instincts roared as animalistic need ripped through me.
“Ajax?” Grace’s voice was as soft as she was.
“You are fucking gorgeous.” That was all I could say before I lost all semblance of gentleness and set my mouth on her pussy.
Her breath caught and then she moaned.
It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. She was hot beneath my lips, and the taste of her went straight to my head. The sweet florals and tang of citrus mixed with a sweetness I couldn't get enough of. My tongue tasted every inch, flicking over her clit until it swelled for me, until her hips rocked against my face as I devoured her.
“Oh my God.” Her hands held my head against her as if there was anywhere else in the world I wanted to be.
I was careful to keep my fangs safely behind my lips as I swirled my tongue around her, then dipped to slip inside her.
“Ajax!”
I groaned, then fucked her with my tongue like I wanted to with my cock, spearing her over and over as she rolled her hips for more. Her entire body went tight as her cries came faster, higher in pitch.
My Grace wasn’t quiet and I fucking loved it. I wanted to hear her scream my name from now until the end of time.
Her pleasure was all that mattered, and I switched my tongue with my fingers, savoring the way the walls of her pussy gripped me tight as I stroked her higher and higher, curling in at just the right angle.
“Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t…” Her breaths became choppy and her thighs all but locked around my head.
Right there. She was right fucking there. I lashed my tongue against her clit and pressed and she flew apart, her cries echoing off the walls as she arched against my mouth, coming hard.
The second I started to work her down, the hunger I’d kept at bay surged within me, turning my vision thermal.
Fuck. I wanted to bite her so fucking badly—
“Bite,” she demanded, and I could hear the smile in her voice, the lethargy that came after the high. “Come on, Ajax. Do your worst,” she teased.
Her scent, her warmth, her rushing pulse, it was all too much.
“Bite,” she urged.
I turned my head, into the silken skin of her thigh, and bit.
Then I moaned. Her blood was thick and sweet, coating my throat as I swallowed, as I drank.
She gasped, and I paused, fighting through the predatory haze of hunger to remember that she was delicate. She was fragile.
“More,” she demanded, her hands in my hair.
I gave her more, slowly fucking her with my fingers as I drank from her thigh. She was sunshine I’d missed for centuries. She was light and passion and everything I needed. She was already tightening, already breathing quickly, already climbing that second peak the bite had given her.
I added my thumb to her clit and sent her careening, groaning at how her blood sweetened with the second orgasm. Fuck, I was never going to get enough of this. I drank and drank, trying to appease an insatiable thirst.
She melted above me, her hands falling away from my hair.
Then her heartbeat slowed.
Too slow.
Shit. I retracted my fangs from her thigh and licked over the tiny wounds, sealing them so she didn’t lose any more blood. She’d already lost too much.
I rose to my feet, catching Grace before she wobbled backward, and my stomach clenched. I’d taken too much. There was no excuse. Nothing sweet I could say to pardon the absolute abuse of the gift she’d given me.