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A low masculine laugh pours behind me, and I roll onto my back to find Ruin gazing down at me in all his decadent glory. He wraps his arms around my waist and rolls until I straddle his lean hips. “Which is why it’s your turn this morning.”
He presses against my core, and I pulse with need. I lay my palms over his chest, and rise up. Staring deep into his eyes, I rock back over him until he is as far inside me as he can go. He hisses and fangs flash up at me.
Despite the numerous times he filled me last night, he never asked to feed. I know he worries over the bandage still covering me. Every time I think he will take me, fill me with his body and his fangs, his eyes drop to my neck and a dark emotion flashes over his face. But I want all of him, and I’m determined to have it.
I roll my hips over his length, working my body more than his. The first orgasm catches me within minutes, slow to build. Languid. But no less powerful than the others. My head falls back.
It’s addicting being with him. How he makes me feel.
His large hands close over my breasts, kneading and teasing my nipples as I ride him in ecstasy. That’s the thing about Ruin. If I’m having a good time, so is he.
He grabs my hips, lifts me with vampire strength, and works me wider. Every thrust is timed to the erratic beat of my heart. The faster it beats, the quicker he moves. My frazzled body heats rapidly as I try to keep up with his insane stamina.
But when he comes, his strong neck arching back as his fangs pierce his lip, it’s enough to bring me again too.
I collapse over him. Spent in ways I never thought possible. “God, you’re good at this.”
He chuckles and strokes my hair back. “And you, baby girl, are terrible for my ego.”
I prop up on his chest to look at him. Blood dribbles from his bottom lip. Without thinking, I scrub my thumb over the drops and suck my finger clean.
He grabs my hand with horror. “Fuck, Lilah. You can’t do that.”
I stare at him, confused as the delicious spicy copper flavor explodes on my tongue. “What?”
He climbs nude from the bed, depositing me on the disheveled mattress, and rushes to the bathroom.
The sink runs for a moment before he comes back, damp rag in one hand, glass of water in the other.
His brows knit and he leans down to look at me. “Why did you do that, baby girl?” He swabs at my mouth and then at my hand before offering me the glass.
“I don’t understand. What did I do?” He grips my face and just holds me. I lay my free hand over his.
“You can’t drink from me, baby. Humans don’t always react well to vampire blood if they aren’t being changed into one of my kind.”
A trace of fear fills me. “How ‘not well’?”
“Think like the flu from hell,” he murmurs, dark eyes tight. “My blood is what helps heal me, but in you ... Your white blood cells would attack it like cancer.”
I grimace. “Oh.”
“Which is why the council decreed changing humans to be illegal. Some survived, but a lot more died.” His brows knit. “Don’t do it again.”
He strokes my cheek with one calloused thumb, and climbs back in the bed. His long arms go around me. I sink into his embrace. It’s easy. Safe. Like I was meant to be just like I am now.
“Drink,” he commands.
“I feel fine though.” But I take a few sips anyway.
One hand runs up and down my shoulder. “Tell me if that changes.”
We fall silent in the dimness. He continues to idly pet me, almost like, now that he can, he wants to touch me as much as possible.
“Eventually I’m gonna have to leave,” he says finally. “The team has work to do, and I’ll need to feed before sunset.”
I stroke my finger over the glass’ rim. “You could feed from me.”
The elephant in the room trumpets loudly, and his sigh as he pulls away is like a knife in my chest.
