Page 106 of Taste of Death

That was the only warning I got before his fist wrapped in my hair and yanked down, sending my neck and entire spine into a long arch. He kissed my throat first, making me squirm in anticipation. At the same time, his hips shifted below me, the hard heat of his cock sliding through my wet, sensitive flesh. I could only hold onto his shoulders as his head found my entrance and he pressed inside me in one long, fluid stroke.

My moan reached the ceiling at that first thrust, and I barely got to relish how good it felt when Novak’s fangs sank into the base of my throat.

His forearms braced around my lower back, loose enough only to let me rise and lower onto his cock. He made hungry, animalistic moans as he drank from me, low and growling like a possessive predator.

I let gravity and instinct and need take over, my hands finding the back of the couch to bring myself down harder. Novak’s hips lifted to meet me, the force of every crash together making me see stars.

It felt like too soon when he pulled his fangs from my neck, swiftly licking the wound closed despite my riding him like my life depended on it.

“No, don’t stop,” I begged. “Take more from me.”

“Oh, I am,” he growled, lifting one breast in his hand as his mouth fell to it.

He teased my nipple for a tortuously long time, sucking and grazing it with his teeth until the peak ached. Then his fangs sank in just above it, his mouth sealing over and tonguing my nipple while he took more of my blood.

My left breast was red and tender by the time he finished with it. When he pulled away to repeat his ministrations on the right side, I was on the knife-edge of another orgasm.

“Novak,” I moaned, grinding against the base of his cock with every thrust, desperate for more friction. “Novak, Novak… ”

“Amy… ”

A strong forearm came around my waist and the world spun. My back hit the couch and Novak’s weight hovered over me. His mouth fell to mine in a rough, biting kiss. We bit each other, blood filling my mouth and his as our teeth clashed and our tongues tangled.

Through the hard kisses, he fucked me just as hard, driving into me with all his male power and strength as he chased his own pleasure.

The orgasm shook me like an earthquake. My body clasped around Novak’s length and his punishing thrusts grew wild and frenzied. He swelled within me, turning as hard as iron and growling out my name with those final drives into my body.

Feeling his release made my orgasm roll directly into another. My arms and legs locked around him, refusing to ever be apart from him again.

We only untangled well after becoming limp and spent. Post-orgasm Novak was achingly gentle. He lightly kissed away any lingering cuts on my lips and neck, making me shiver with aftershocks.

“I want to live in this moment forever,” I sighed, running a hand down his back. “Everything about this right now is perfect.”

“We’ll have centuries’ worth of these moments.” Novak kissed my forehead. “Time is very much on our side for plenty of this and… other moments.”

I lifted an eyebrow quizzically. “What kind of other moments?”

“Well.” He turned on his side, stroking a hand down my body. “If I may confess something.”

“Please do, Novak of Blood and Truth.”

A smile touched his lips, his hand pausing to rest on my abdomen. “I really want to make a baby with you, Amy of Blood and Truth.”

Emotion overwhelmed me to the point of feeling like my heart would leap from my chest. “You do?”

“When you’re ready, of course. Like I said, we have centuries of time. But yes, I want to create the family you and I never got to have.” His eyes met mine with shy reservation. “What do you think?”

“I think… ” I was grinning so hard, my heart so full of love and hope, that it was difficult to speak. “I think we should do that much sooner than centuries away.”

Novak blinked, his eyes lighting up as a grin split his face to match mine. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Although I have no idea when I’ll be fertile. Bea was saying it can take a couple of years for a brusang to have a regular once-in-a-year cycle like a vampire.”

“That’s no problem. Once you have an idea of your window, we can do a fertility ritual if you’d like. Or just see what happens.”

“That works for me.” I wrapped an arm around his neck, drawing him down toward me. “In the meantime, we can get lots of practice in.”

“Oh yes,” he agreed with a husky murmur, settling between my legs again. “Lots and lots of practice.”

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