Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
My fangs ache, my blood thrashing hot in my veins with her words, her movements, her breathy little moans. I shift my hands to her hips, lifting her up only to slam home inside her again.
“Yes,” she breathes the word, her arms tightening around my neck to draw our bodies absolutely flush.
Our eyes meet as I pull out again, holding her on the edge of pleasure before thrusting inside her again.
I don’t dare look away, not even as I pump into her over and over again.
Not as she bites her lip, doing her best to keep from moaning too loud here in the library.
Not as her breaths come faster, her body trembling against mine as she rocks against me in time to my thrusts.
Fucking hell, she feels amazing.
Feels like mine.
My fangs ache to sink into her flesh, to taste her blood and be connected to her on every level, but she hasn’t asked, so I won’t push.
“Oh, God,” she moans, clinging to me tighter, her pussy clenching hard around my cock. “Don’t. Stop.”
I maintain everything in that moment—speed, intensity, the way I’m holding her. I won’t risk disobeying her in any sense of the word.
“Yes,” she breathes, her features shifting to a delightful mixture of pleasure and frustration as her orgasm builds.
It’s enough to make my knees nearly buckle, but I hold my release back, knowing there is no way in hell I’m coming before her.
“Just. Like. That,” she emphasizes each word in time with my thrusts, and when I feel her pussy flutter around my cock, I know she’s one good stroke away from flying.
So I give it to her.
“Z!” she gasps, her grip on me tightening as she comes.
I keep pumping her through it, lightning zapping down my spine at the feel of her unraveling in my arms. It’s everything. She’s everything.
“Ohmigod,” she breathes as I work one orgasm right into another, her body so damn responsive to the way I’m pleasuring her. “Yes, yes, yes!”
When she clenches around me again, I fall over that edge with her, spilling inside of her in an intense release that feels like it’s been building for years. I hold her through it, claiming her mouth while the two of us tremble as we come down.
Her smile interrupts our kiss, and I pull back, unable to not mirror the look of pure bliss.
“Damn,” she says, her tone loose and happy.
She wiggles against me, and I gently remove myself, setting her on her feet.
She hurries into her pants, so I do the same.
“If that’s what it’s like in public and in a hurry, I can barely imagine what it’ll be like in a bed.”
My grin widens. “You’re saying there will be a next time?”
She smirks, her lilac eyes filled with mischief. “We’ll see.”
CHAPTER 10
Talia
“What about Rome?” Zachariah asks from where he sits across from me at the table in the center of the records room.
It was hard not to blush when I walked in this room, given what happened here last night.
I did my best not to glance to my right where Zachariah had taken me against the stacks less than twenty-four hours ago.
And goddamn, it had been mind-blowing.
It’d been fast and frenzied and better than any sex I'd ever had before.
Which again, seemed unfair, seeing as how now I felt totally hooked and could think of little else.
Especially when there was a mission at hand.
“Talia?” Zachariah says my name like a question, and I snap back to the present, shifting pieces of parchment spread out before me.
“Yes,” I say, making a note on the list of compiled aristocratic vampire families, their homesteads, and artifacts. “I tracked Conrad through Rome,” I continue.
Zachariah nods, turning to the table next to us where a few of the rookie assassins sit.
“Corbin, I need you to get in contact with the Casias,” he says in an authoritative tone. “They’re the wealthiest vampire family in Rome and we'll need to know if any of their vaulted or prized artifacts have gone missing in the last six months.”
The rookie assassin nods and heads out of the room.
“What about Athens?” Zachariah asks me, his tone much softer.
I blow out of breath, nodding. “Yes,” I answer. “I tracked him near the Barros’ property, and I already know from my run-in with the lady of the house that one of her lockets had been stolen.”
“And each of these artifacts are significant?” Zachariah asks.
“It looks that way,” I say, guilt swirling in my stomach. “Every artifact so far that's been reported missing by the noble bloodline vampire families has either been an urn filled with ashes of a powerful vampire, a piece of jewelry or vial with blood from a powerful vampire, or busts and pottery or other items with ancient herbs and remedies inlaid into them.”
Zachariah digests this information, and then continues down his list. “What about Istanbul?”