Page 64 of Kentucky Nights
“Yes. Yes! That’s right. Always.” She turns her head, pressing her cheek against the wall, gasping as I take my fill.
I use her tight cunt to grip me, her warmth sending me over the edge. I roar her name, biting into my arm again to stop myself from binding our fates.
“Dru,” I gasp her name on an unholy exhale, my cock jerking as every rope of come escapes me.
“Oh, god!” she cries, squirting all over my length while her spasms pull my come to her womb.
I knew her orgasm would be intense.
I stay lodged inside her, kissing her shoulder, wishing that she’d be bred with my child by the end of the day.
If only I could have kids. I know I can’t. I’ll have to talk to her about that. If she wants children, we can always adopt. I want to be a father more than I can put into words.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her. To beg her not to go home. To stay with me here on the ranch. I want to tell her that I’d give her everything in this world. She’ll never have to ask, need, or want for anything. If she never wants to work, that’s more than fine by me.
A woman of her caliber deserves warm baths every morning and night, massages, gifts, attention, and love. I want her to have all that.
And I want to be the one to give it to her.
Easing out of her makes us both gasp. I hate and love watching as I drip out of her. Blood and come washes down the drain, leaving no evidence of our time together.
I spin her around, slamming my lips down on hers, readying myself for round two. That’s one positive about being a vampire. My endurance never ends, but my sweet mate is human, and she’s sore. She needs time to recover.
“Let me take care of you.” I maneuver her in front of me, tilt her head back so the water is soaking her hair, and steal another kiss. “I can’t get enough of you, Dru.”
“I can’t get enough of you either,” she mumbles, relaxed and sated.
She reaches for the shampoo Lorcan got her, and I reach for her hand, stopping her. I’m agitated that Lorcan got her everything she needed. That was my job. I failed her.
“I want to wash your hair.”
“No one has ever washed my hair before.”
I grin, continuing to separate her hair to get every strand wet. Dru’s hair is so thick and curly. I’m obsessed.
“Lucky me for getting another first.” I bend down, kissing her left shoulder, then her right. “The only man who is ever going to wash you, bathe you, and take care of you is me.”
She turns her chin to her shoulder, a genuine smile twisting her plump lips that are as soft as suede.
They are an addiction I will never break.
Her kiss is hypnotic, a spell so strong that all I think about night and day is feeling her against me. I can’t believe I’ve lived long enough to have someone destined for me for all eternity. I still can’t seem to wrap my head around it.
“I think I really like the sound of that, Kentucky.”
A purr of pure happiness fills my chest. I’ve never been this content in all my years. Feeling like this is so new to me that I’mnot sure how to fully believe it. She’s almost like a dream, too good to be true, and could be gone in the blink of an eye.
“It would be a little easier if you parted my hair into sections. Since my hair is so thick, it will be easier to get the sections wet.”
“Tell me everything. I want to learn how to do your hair, so you don’t have to. Anything you need for it, it’s yours.”
“I wouldn’t mind a silk bonnet. It helps protect my hair.”
“Consider it done, Darlin’. I’ll buy you all the bonnets.”
She giggles, a beautiful sound I want to record so I can have it on replay. “I only need one or two.”
“You deserve as many as you want. One or two,” I scoff, sectioning her hair like she told me to. “I’m assuming they have fun patterns? You should have your choice of selections.”
