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He grinds against me, his erection sliding hard against my mound and dangerously close to my clit.
“Maybe you likewhat?” he asks. “Tell me what you like, little dove.”
“I like…you—” I gasp as his cock slides between my folds and grazes my clit. “Oh, Ryker.”
“Tell me!” One of his hands encases my breast, and the other moves to my throat. “Tell me what you like.” His expression’s ferocious as he looks into my eyes.
“The danger.” I gasp, through the grip he has on my throat. “I like your dark side, Ryker. I like the danger.”
A devilish grin takes over his face, and his fingers scissor my nipple, pinching. I arch up into the pain, the sheer pleasure.
“Careful what you ask for, little dove,” he growls as he plays with my nipple and strokes against my sex with his hardness. “Because I’m about to show you just how bad I can be.”
His hips pull away, and then with one hard drive he’s buried inside me. So deep I cry out at the pain, but it quickly turns to pleasure, by body eager to take whatever dangerous things his has on offer.
Chapter Nineteen
Ryker
Standingbetween the parted curtains in Ember’s living room, I marvel at the warmth of the sun on my chest and the colors of the sky as it sets. How long has it been? Three hundred years—more or less? I stopped tracking time.
And I’d certainly forgotten how direct sunlight feels—the heat of it, without an actual burn. Amazing. And even more amazing, it seems to be Ember who’s given me this gift.
“Ryker?” her voice calls out from the bedroom, and I draw the curtains shut. “What time is it?”
“The sun’s not down yet.” I walk to the doorway of her bedroom and pause. “But it will be soon.”
She nods. “Where will we go?”
“Another city,” I answer. “I’m thinking Montréal to start.” We can get there easily in a night and I’ve got a place in the Old City where we can stay.
She pulls up to sit against the headboard, and my dick stiffens at the sight of her full body, a body I’ve enjoyed so many times and in so many ways in the past eighteen hours, I can’t begin to count.
“I don’t speak any French.” Her bottom teeth worry her lip, and I leap forward, landing straddled over her legs on the bed, my hands on the headboard beside her.
I thrill at the reactions my quick movements provoke—her gasp, her dilated pupils, her flushed skin and tightened nipples. Reaching down, I press my hand against her sex and tease her.
“Doesn’t have to be Montréal,” I say as she wiggles under my touch. “We can go anywhere you like. Anywhere we can reach in one night, that is. No time to arrange long distance travel for tonight, but with some planning, we can go anywhere in the world.”
“What about my job?” she asks softly.
“Call in,” I suggest. “Do you have some vacation saved up?”
She nods. “Lots of it. But—”
I push two fingers inside of her, and she sighs, cutting off her sentence. “Oh, yes.”
Her hips move, her wetness creating friction against my digits without my even having to move them, and I press my thumb against her swollen clit, loving the instant reaction I see on her face and on the skin of her chest, as her blood rushes to the surface of her most sensitive areas.
I am so drawn to this woman, pulled to her like a magnet for a million reasons, but the way our bodies click is definitely in my top five, if not number one.
Her hand takes my cock, and dances its fingers along its underside, turning the already rock hard shaft to a diamond, a diamond with electric nerve endings of pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
I look into her eyes as she uses a word she would not have yesterday. Was she really a virgin last night? She’s no vampire—it’s easy to see she’s all human—and yet her body responds with vampiric-like passion, with a vampire’s libido and resilience. After sex, her body recovers so quickly, wanting more, always more.
She’s taken more punishment from my cock than I’ve dared offer any human’s cunny before—even during my hate-fucking stage—and the sense of power that rises inside me while we are joined…
