Page 82 of Loving A Vampire Is Total Chaos

I gasp but the sound is quickly swallowed up by his mouth. His left hand slides from my cheek to the back of my neck, guiding my head to the side as he claims me.

Every kiss we have is electric but this ... this is all consuming.

Zav worships my mouth, kissing me like if he doesn’t, he’ll suffocate.

My body practically melts beneath his touch and when my legs begin to give out, he lifts me effortlessly, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist. I moan into his mouth at the feel of his hard length pressing against my core. The cotton shorts I have on provide little barrier against his sweatpants.

“Zav,” I gasp his name as his lips move down my neck. He sprinkles kisses over the tops of my breasts.

He pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Do you want this, Celine?” he asks, voice raspy from a mixture of desire and the hint of fangs poking out. “Do you want me?”

For a moment, fear threatens to choke me. Deep down I know that if I cross this line with Zav there’s no going back, but I’m not sure if Iwantto go back. What am I so scared of? Is loving someone really so terrible? I can’t let my mom abandoning my dad rule my entire life. I’m not her and Zav’s not him. I need to live my life for me and a future where I’m happy.

I stroke my finger down his cheek and his eyes soften at my touch.

This is what I want.

He’swhat I want.

I know Zav, and yes won’t be a good enough answer, so instead I say, “I want you.”

The look of relief on his face makes my entire body shake. I’m surprised he assumed I’d say no. I might be insane for falling for a vampire, but he makes it obvious at every turn that he cares about me more than any human man ever has. With that, I knowif I said no he would set me down and walk away even if it killed him. Blue balls of the century.

“Celine,” he croons my name and the way he says it is better than any outlandish pet name he could possibly come up with. “Did you touch yourself in the shower?” he asks softly, peppering kisses along my jawline.

“No,” I lie.

“Liar,” he immediately calls me out. “I could hear you.” His lips trail down my neck and I gasp when his fangs graze against the spot where my pulse beats steadily. “Smell you.” He inhales that spot of my neck, and I shiver. “And now, I’m going to taste you.”

A squeal rips out of me because one second he has me against the door and the next I’m lying on my mattress staring up at him. He grins down, fangs on proud display.

“If you only knew how many fangboners I’ve sprouted because of you.”

“How many?” I taunt.

He hooks his thumbs in the back of his shirt, and it takes a concerted effort on my part not to openly gawk at his chiseled body. Every inch of him is rippled with lean muscle. His skin smooth and pale. I haven’t wanted to admit it to myself, but Zavier isn’t justhot,he’s otherworldly.

My pussy clenches in anticipation.

He smirks at the fact that I’m actively checking him out as he lets the shirt drift to my floor.

I might have to steal that one like he loves to do with my clothes.

“I’m so fucking hungry, baby. You have no idea.” He drops to his knees at the end of the bed. “Been dreaming of this pussy for so long.”

I whimper as his fingers curl into the cotton of my shorts.

When they’re gone, a groan rumbles in his throat when he finds me bare. I feel like I should be embarrassed with the way he stares at me, studying my pussy like he’s going to need to pass an anatomy test by the time he’s done ravishing me.

“So pink. So fucking wet. Just for me.” The words are a lisp around his fangs.

For a moment, fear holds me hostage. What if one of those needle like incisors stabs me down there?

But like he can read my worries, he spreads my thighs wide open with a firm hand on each leg, and he says, “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’ll be careful.”

I cry out, my back bowing off the bed at the first lick of his tongue against my pussy.

He licks and sucks, lapping at my center like I’m his own personal feast.

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