Page 5 of Wanted 3

When his fangs grazed my skin, I felt no fear. Instead, the touch sent shivers through my every nerve, kindling a heat, deep inside me. A heat that demanded I had to have him.

Now.

I didn’t care what he might think. I tugged at his cloak, sending it to the floor, and then I attacked his shirt, ripping a few of the buttons impatiently, wanting to again feel every inch of him pressed against mine.

He did a far better job with the shirt ripping. In one smooth motion, he had mine off entirely. My bra quickly followed.

“Like an instrument,” he murmured against my neck, and then, his mouth descended in a slow, lazy inspection that left a trail of fire until finally, his mouth closed over my breast.

“God, don’t stop,” I gasped as he suckled, each pull driving me into a hotter frenzy.

I held his head tight against me, playing with his hair as he teased me, alternating his tongue with tiny pricks of his fangs.Thiswas what I’d been looking for while cutting. The sheer amount of emotion, of feeling. After this, I’d never cut again.

Then, he was pushing me back against the granite, flat on my back. The stone felt cool beneath my skin as he unzipped my jeans and peeled them off my legs so easily, leaving me in nothing but my panties, a red lacy thong.

That fact summoned a wealth of disappointment, but before I could give voice to my dissatisfaction, he stepped between my legs and dropped his mouth against the tender flesh of my inner thigh.

Slowly, he kissed each of my scars, taking his time, and then, his fangs skimmed along my veins, up and ever up, until his tongue slid so slowly, so torturously, beneath the lace of my thong.

I gasped.

I didn’t last long under that gentle assault. He nibbled and nipped, and I could do nothing but lay on the granite, clutching his head in my hands as his tongue drove me to the brink of sweet madness and then beyond.

I came, harder than I ever have, the strength of my orgasm sending me nearly off the kitchen island. He rose to hold me tenderly.

“I want you,” he breathed in my ear as I collapsed against him.

He wanted me.Me. What did that say, after all I’d done? That I was worth being loved?

The thought made it hard to breathe.

“For me, this will be forever,” he continued, nuzzling my neck.

“Me too,” I said, never meaning it more, even as part of me, deep inside, wondered if his version of ‘forever’ meant something more than the normal wordplay between lovers.

Then, I heard him unbuckle his belt and as his pants slid to the floor, all other thoughts faded away. I could only feel, experience every nuance of sensation his mouth summoned as it explored me, teasing me again into a passionate, heated fever.

He took me there, against the island. Hard and powerful, raw. A master, balancing me easily in his arms until this time, we both came together.

Afterwards, he held me close for a time, in complete silence. Then, still in silence, he carried me up the steps to his room, so quickly that to all other eyes, we were but a blur.

“You are mine,” he rumbled, laying me gently on the satin sheets. “You’re mine. Wanted. Forever.”

Our passions lasted all night, never fully satiated no matter how many times we each climaxed together. His stamina was endless, as endless as my need for him, my desperate need to feel him inside me. As one last orgasm crashed through me, his teeth sunk into my neck, and the balance of pleasure and pain made me lose my mind in the best possible way.

After, we lay together, my head on his chest, his arms wrapped possessively around me, my left leg intertwined with his as my body curved against him. I traced the contours of his chest, breathing in the scent of him, the gift of him.

"Shit!" I said, looking up at him as a sudden realization dawned on me.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice heavy with our recent escapades.

"It just occurred to me I don't even know your name."

His lips curved up into a smirk. "Some might say confessing eternity to someone whose name you do not know is folly."

I stretched up to kiss his chin. "What is a name anyways? It doesn't change the nature of a thing. I know you. But it would be helpful to also know your name."

"Vlad Dracule," he said softly. "But that name comes with a lot of history, much of it I'd rather forget."

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