Page 70 of A Bond Beyond Blood

After a week of being touched and teased by this man, cared for and treasured, I existed in a constant state of frustrated arousal.Needy and aching with no release in sight.

I was ready to combust, so close to the edge that a breeze might push me right over.

“Vinny,” I pleaded.

He growled against my flesh, then shoved two thick fingers inside me, pumping with quick thrusts as he ravished my clit, curling his fingers with every inward drive until I began to tremble in the chair, shaking almost violently as I unraveled.Each wave of release was accompanied by spasms of pain from my injured rib, my still tender tailbone, but I didn’t fucking care.

I needed this, neededhim, like I needed air to breathe.

When my body stopped quaking, my breathing finally slowed to something in the vicinity of normal, Vinny stood slowly, those crimson-rimmed eyes holding mine.His fangs on display didn’t scare or repulse me; they sent heat rushing to join the pool of arousal he’d already created between my legs.

I don’t know when it happened, when I became this woman.I don’t know when I went from hating vampires to wanting one of them more than I’d ever wanted anyone else.

But as Vinny stepped between my legs and gripped my chin, I had the fleeting thought that this was the moment he’d need more from me, the moment he’d succumb to his hunger and sink those fangs into my neck.

What did it say about me that I wanted that?

‘I won’t bite you until you beg for it,’he’d once promised.

And I knew he meant that.It was just that...Well, I was getting dangerously close to begging.

Vinny licked along the seam of my lips.“I want your mouth, Jacqueline.”

I shuddered from the hunger in his deep, velvety voice, and when I opened up and surged forward, he drove his tongue along the length of mine with languid, patient strokes, kissing me slowly until my pulse began to race once again, and my heart thumped faster and faster within the cage of my ribs, a crescendo I knew he could hear.

I moaned, grabbing onto his sides and pulling him closer, tightening my legs around his hips as our kiss deepened.I slid my hands to the front of his waist and started to unbutton his fly, but Vinny chuckled and stepped back, holding my hands captive between us.

“Finish your breakfast, little Fiorino.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Vinny

Her pout was fucking adorable, like everything else about this girl.While Jacqueline finished her breakfast—not without complaint and quite reluctantly, hence the cute little pout—I stripped the bed and put fresh sheets on, then ran a bath.She’d been recovering for a week now, and as much as I understood how restless she must be, I also knew firsthand what her body needed in order to heal bruised ribs.

Downtime—and not just seven days’ worth.Although she was healing remarkably well, and surprisingly quickly, she needed plenty of rest if her body was going to heal correctly.

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