Page 97 of Secret Gifts
I believe him too. I don’t know how he would have accomplished such a thing, but his conviction is enough to convince me he would have found a way.
The door to the room greets me, and he gently puts me down on the couch while going to flip on the lights. The room is dark, drafty, and there’s a hint of something familiar in the air.
“Is there chocolate in here?” I muse.
The lights almost blind me, forcing my night vision to drop, and I shake my head from the instant headache it has caused.
“Sorry. I should have told you to close your eyes and readjust.”
“It’s fine,” I mumble, and he returns to scoop me up.
“No chocolate either. You want some? After you’ve healed, I can run grab you some.”
I grin a little more deviously, and then I shake my head.
“I don’t plan on letting you out of here tonight,” I seduce, and his salacious grin spreads.
“Good. I really don’t want to leave you,” he murmurs as my head finds a pillow, and then I wince slightly as my side grazes the bed too hard.
“I’m going to bleed all over the sheets,” I gripe.
“It’s not as though the hotel hasn’t dealt with bloodstains before. I’ll have some fresh ones sent up later,” he chuckles out, his lips finding mine again, and then he withdraws to pull his shirt over his head.
His incredible body finds my greedy eyes, and my lower lip finds its way between my teeth as I drop the veil to my mind to show him the ways I want to be taken.
“Damn,” he breathes while sliding between my legs, offering himself to me. “Where do you want it from?”
My eyes scour his upper body, and then I find that defined hipline. I smirk as I lean forward, and he leans back to follow my lead as I take the top position and our heads face the end of the bed.
“Here,” I almost whisper while running my finger along the ridge of that perfectly sculpted line. “Can I?”
“You don’t have to ask,” his breathy, suspenseful tone releases.
“It’s the law,” I whisper very teasingly. “You have to give me permission.”
He strains out another breath, and then his eyes stare into the pits of my soul as he looks down his sculpted body at me.
“From now until the end of eternity, you have my permission,” he says with a stronger affectionate tone, and that’s my undoing.
My heart belongs to him completely. I’m his without waver, and my love grows to be almost painful. My blood bringers emerge, and I take his sex-and-candy flesh into my mouth as his deliciously warm blood flows from his veins to my throat.
Erotica explodes in my mouth, and my body overflows with my desire for him. I feel the wounds healing so much quicker than they would with packaged blood, and I feel a stirring within me too strong to be denied as my body starts aching, throbbing, and demanding his.
Suddenly his lips are on mine as he rips my fully healed body from my lowered position, and he devours me. His arms wrap around me, his grip becoming almost too tight, and then I feel the bed beneath my back when he flips me so fast the room becomes a blur around me.
I gasp, my breaths growing all the more heated, and then his lips find mine again to steal the heat from my mouth; the smoldering heat igniting with his chill to cause a small, sexy-as-fuck fog.
My pants shred from my body, and the tattered remnants of my shirt meet their last seconds of covering my body as they fall to the floor. I feel his boxers separating us, the tip of his erection pressing through the fabric to meet my sex, and I don’t even remember his pants coming off.
“Fuck me,” I whisper breathily, a whimper almost coming out behind it, and suddenly his boxers are gone before he surges into me so hard our bases smash against each other.
My body jolts up involuntarily from his violent entrance, and then his lips consume mine to muffle the ridiculous moans and girly cries exuding from me.
He grips my hips as the weight of his body presses against me, and his chilled breaths heat up beside my neck. His hot and cold temperature shifting ignites a deeper burning within me, and the sheets start singeing beneath our touch.
“Fuck,” he murmurs through a near whisper, and then he slams into me harder, his body fully owning mine as he lifts up to hover over me.
The power he's using would crush a human - break every bone in their fragile body - but to me... it's divine.
