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With a frustrated groan, I shoved both hands into the back of his pants to latch onto his ass, dug my fingers into it, and pulled him harder toward me, gasping at the tinge of pain that morphed into pleasure.

He chuckled at my impatience, the intoxicating sound deep and low in his throat, but I was done playing.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded.“Hard.”

He pulled back and searched my gaze with wide, deep crimson eyes, then, seeing the determined look in my eyes, the pleading I tried to convey, Vinny gave a curt nod and did as I asked, fucking me as if I hadn’t spent all week recovering from an ass-kicking.He drove into me with thrusts that made me moan and whimper each time, grunting with the force of each jut of his hips.I’d be bruised later, deliciously sore right there between my thighs where his hips slammed against the soft flesh.

But if I’d learned anything since I began training with Vinny a year ago, it was that my body healed faster than it should.

I knew now that there was a likely a reason for that—though I didn’t want to entertain the idea that Eli’s blood had anything to do with my body’s ability to heal itself quickly.

Maybe I was just strong, you know?

Right.Like Flintstone multivitamins and daily glasses of milk could be responsible for freakishlyinhumanhealing abilities.

I held on tightly and welcomed the pain as Vinny continued his relentless punishing drives, the orgasm building at the base of my spine with a wonderful burn of pressure, a demanding ache that mirrored the one between my legs.My pussy throbbed, my clit swollen and ripe as he ground against it with each forward drag of his hips.He pushed back a bit, releasing my mouth so he could hit me at a different angle and I cried out as his cock brushed that sensitive place inside me and sent the first wave of release through my limbs.

He reached between us and thumbed my clit, the contact sending me right over into oblivion.My body tensed, then quaked as I clung to him, his thumb making slow, firm strokes over my clit as he slowed his thrusts, matching his fucking with my waves of pleasure until I began to crest the other side of my climax, then he pulled me into his arms, limp ragdoll that I was, and held me to his chest as he jerked his hips up once, twice, then a third, final time that shook my body with the power of his release.He buried his head in my neck, murmuring my name and words of praise that warmed me up like only he knew how to do.

Our impending conversation was inevitable, but I couldn’t complain when avoidance was this fuckinggood.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Elias

My patience wore thinner as the weeks after the Christmas holiday passed by at a snail’s pace, and the young vampire I’d decided to take under my wing proved that I’d been in solitude for far too long.

At times, even the young vampire’s breathing irritated me.I’d told him time and time again that he no longer needed to, and I’d begun to wonder if perhaps he still breathed terribly loudly just to irk me, the brat.

But his connection to Franco’s daughter forced me to tolerate him.

She’d loved him once, that much I’d gleaned from his stories about their upbringing, and I was determined to figure outwhy.As far as I could tell, the boy was childish and quick to temper, without proper training in anything really, least of all self-governance and vampirism.

The fact that he had no recollection of who’d given him the gift of everlasting life continued to intrigue me even as his presence continued to grate on my nerves.

The boy was aimless in this second life, and I had the feeling he’d been even more lost in his first go ‘round.He needed a strong hand and firm guidance, and though I loathed being the man stuck with that job, I’d seen positive changes in Gannon during our time together.

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