Page 64 of Vampire's Hearth

“What’s that?” My voice trembled as I forced the words out.

“I will always protect you.”

His words were simple, but they hit me harder than anything else he could’ve said. My heart clenched, and I knew it was the closest he’d come to telling me what I desperately needed to hear.

He led me to the bed at the rear of the plane, my heart speeding in my chest. He closed a door behind us, giving us as much privacy as possible. My eyes flickered to the partition, wondering where the other vampire had gone.

“Don’t worry,” said Mac, pulling me to him. “Dani has gone to her own berth, and I’m sure is paying us no mind whatsoever. Paul may have even joined her by now.”

I gave him a slight, embarrassed smile. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he stepped closer to me and slid his arm around my back, his scent of the harbor wafting over me. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when you blush? I can smell your blood rising to the surface of your skin in an amazingbouquet—better than the finest wines I have tasted.” He lowered his mouth to my neck and kissed it. “I cannot wait for the day you grant me a taste,” he growled before he moved his lips to mine, his tongue slipping past them.

I put my arms around his neck, holding him to me as his hands pulled my hips into his. I could already feel the hardness of his cock against me again—a feeling I would never tire of. I ran my hand down his back, the silky feel of his black dress shirt soft beneath my fingers, concealing the hard muscles below. The smoothness of his pants was a distinct sensation as I placed my hand on his ass, pulling him tighter to me.

His lips broke from mine, and he stepped back, sliding his shoes from his feet as he did. The pale skin of his hands contrasted sharply against the black of his pants as they found the button. “Come, join me on the bed,” he said, his voice soft as he pushed his pants to the floor. He picked them up and laid them over a chair, moving his shoes and socks next to it before crawling into the bed, his cock straining against his boxers.

His eyes never left mine, and I was startled at its normalcy, as though we had been together for years, and it was just another night spent together. Excitement rose in my chest as I removed my skirt and put it over the other chair, my shoes next to it. My shirt stopped at my hips, leaving my dark blue panties on display. I turned toward the bed to join him.

“Ah, not yet,” he said. I raised an eyebrow in response. He pointed at my panties. “More.”

I kept my eyes on his as I removed the material from my legs, a smile spreading across my lips. I balled them in my fist and threw them at him with a laugh. “Is that better?”

He caught them out of the air and folded them into a small square that he slid into the pocket of his shirt. “I think I’ll keep these,” he said. “You won’t need them tomorrow.”

“But—”

“That will teach you to throw things at me you don’t want me to keep.” His eyes sparkled from the banter. “Are you coming to bed?”

“Why do I have to be half naked to get in bed, but you don’t?” I asked, my voice brimming with suggestion as I slid onto the sheets next to him.

“Because you haven’t asked me for anything else.” He lowered his lips to mine with a tenderness that sent a thrill into my center. “Would you like something else?”

I nodded.

“Say it, Aurora,” he commanded, his hand trailing down the center of my chest, feeling the breaths catching in my throat and my heart pounding.

I swallowed the lump that had risen. “I want to see you naked above me.” I could barely recognize my own words, not used to speaking my desires so plainly. Mac didn’t hesitate, removing the rest of his clothes with haste. He nestled himself on his knees between my legs, looking over me.

His hands caressed my thighs, his eyes dropping to the place between them. “Your cunt is still swollen and glistening from earlier,” he said, continuing the trail up my sides, warmth spreading through me as his fingers grazed my bare skin while pulling my shirt up.

I nodded as I raised my arms above my head to allow him to pull the material over my head. I felt the last of it on my fingers and started to lower my arms.

Mac’s hand caught my wrists. “Leave them there. I like the way your breasts are held in place, waiting for my lips on your nipples.”

I let him guide my hands back over my head as he lowered his lips to the sensitive nubs that had hardened with his words. The fire grew between my legs as he sucked one nipple intohis mouth, followed by the other. His cock rested softly on my entrance as he focused his hands and mouth on my chest.

He pushed forward, my tight cunt stretching for his enormous cock, his movements slow and focused. He placed an elbow on either side of my head, his hands in mine, our fingers intertwined. His movements were so slow I felt each ridge of his veins as he slid into me and back out. His gaze locked on mine.

My hips moved almost involuntarily in anticipation, rising to meet his. Instead of encouraging him, he pulled back. I dropped my hips to the bed, and he resumed his tantalizing movements, his pace heightening my desires. As he filled me again, the base of his cock caressing my clit, I whimpered beneath him.

“What do you want, Aurora?” His question was even more gentle than the words had been earlier.

I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, raising my lips to his, and grinding into him with my center. He pulled his cock back while consuming my mouth. When he finally removed his lips from mine, I could feel his breath as he spoke, his eyes closed, his forehead on mine. His fingers tightened their grip on my hands. “Tell me what you want.” He opened his eyes and held my gaze.

My heart felt as though it was in a steel vise, pounding against a cage of my own making. Turmoil filled my stomach, the idea of sharing my thoughts foreign, but he needed to hear them. I bit my lip, lifting my hips and trying to reclaim his cock, which sat with just the head inside me. He inched forward. “Tell me,” he whispered, his gaze piercing my soul, longing for those words in the same way I longed for different ones just a few minutes ago.

I lifted my lips to his, pulling strength from the man above me who desired every bit of me, every part of my senses, including my voice. I pulled back. “Fuck me.” My words were a simple command. “Fuck me until I come screaming your name.”

He moaned as he slammed his cock into me in a quick stroke, his arms squeezing me to him as best they could.

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