Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
I started to ride him right there in the empty field with nothing but the moon to see us.
Nathaniel’s hands moved from my hips and up my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples into tighter points, then sliding back down.
One hand rested on my hip.
The other went in by the crease of my thigh, so his finger could move out to run feather-light touches over my clit as I rode him harder and faster, my moans coming out with reckless abandon as I got closer and closer.
“That’s it,” Nathaniel murmured as my walls tightened around him.
He kept thrusting even as my legs started to shake too much to continue riding him.
The orgasm that crashed through me was full of sparks and mindless pleasure.
Nathaniel groaned, coming with me, his fingers digging into my hip.
I collapsed forward after, resting my head in the crook of his neck as we both fought for breath.
His arms went around me, tightening for a long time, then running soft caresses up and down my spine as some calm finally spread through us.
“Nothing,” Nathaniel said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “has ever felt that good.”
My answer was some sort of murmuring agreement, my mind and mouth not really capable of forming thoughts, let alone words.
“You made me feel alive,” he added.
To that, a smile tugged at my lips as I sat back to look down at him.
“You are alive,” I reminded him, glancing over at the potion bottle he’d left on the ground a few feet away.
“True,” he agreed, his fingers moving lazily up and down my bare thighs.
“So, what now?” I asked, glancing at the darkness around us.
“Whatever we want,” he said.
I want to say my heart didn’t squeeze at the word ‘we’ but it totally did. Even if I had no idea if he meant it that way.
“We should probably be dressed for it, though,” I said, sliding off of him.
“Unfortunately,” he agreed as I gathered, then slid into my clothes.
When I turned back around, I found Nathaniel dressed in his pants, but holding his jacket.
“What?” I asked as he stared at me, a strange look in his eye.
“Did you know you shoot off little sparks when you climax?” he asked.
“What? No, I don’t,” I said, shaking my head. Even if I did remember thinking about sparks as the pleasure coursed through me.
“You do,” he said, coming closer to show me a small burn mark on his chest. “One of them landed on me,” he added, seeming pleased by that.
“That’s… something new,” I insisted. “Maybe my powers have gotten stronger from the labyrinth.”
“Sure,” he said, shooting me a cocky smirk. “That must be it.”
With that, Nathaniel made the call for his ride, and we walked back toward the dirt road where we’d been dropped off.
Suddenly, I missed the way he held my hand endlessly through the maze.
That is until the car’s headlights were coming up the road. And Nathaniel leaned over to press a kiss to my temple as his hand went to my lower back.
I might just have liked that a little bit more.
As we climbed into the car, and Nathaniel reached to pull me in close at his side, the cure sitting carelessly in the floor well next to his feet, I couldn’t help but wonder what it was that we both wanted.
And if we were going to do it together…
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Nathaniel - 1 year
“You’re going to get caught,” I told Roxanne through the earpiece as I watched her plaster herself against a brick wall, trying to avoid the cameras pointed in all directions.
“You underestimate me,” she murmured back.
Then, in a blink, she was gone.
Just… disappeared right in front of my eyes.
“Where did you go?” I asked, clicking between the camera feeds I had set up, my heartbeat hammering in my chest.
Yes, heartbeat.
I decided not to take the cure.
What can I say? After three hundred years, it was surprisingly pleasant to be human again.
Even with the things that weren’t my favorite. Like the ache in my back each morning when I climbed out of bed. Or the stomach aches from overindulgence. Even the headaches from wine.
The thing was… the repercussions of sleeping in a bed with a woman I loved, eating delicious food that I could actually taste and appreciate, and enjoying a nice glass of red wine were worth the actual experiences.
While some things were heightened when I’d been a vampire—strength, speed, hearing—so many other things were dulled. Taste, sensation, joy, pleasure, excitement, desire, it was all amplified. Addicting.
I suddenly didn’t have many cracks to make about Roxy’s junk food addiction. Since I’d acquired one myself.
In fact, it was a running issue in the house that I was forever eating her favorite chips.
“Magic!” Roxanne declared theatrically as she reappeared inside the very vault she had been hired to try to infiltrate. She even did little jazz hands as she said it.