Page 32 of Unhallowed Murder
No, he didn’t kiss her, he devoured her taste, her heartbeat, her scent, her heat. He moved down her body,kissed her nipples, sucked one into his mouth, then the other, and was careful his fangs didn’t extend.
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Ronnie couldn’t handle being on the bottom, but Josef overwhelmed her senses so much, she wasn’t capable of protesting. No one ever fuckedher— she was always on top. Always in control.She screwed them, not the other way around.
However, when he moved down her body and worshiped her with his mouth, she could convince herself she was in control and he was doing her bidding, though in her heart, she knew it wasn’t the case. He was controlling this ride, but his mouth felt so damnedgood. His tongue, his lips, even his teeth — his very dull, human teeth. She wasn’t in the least bit worried about him biting her. Nathan would have his head if Josef bit her when she hadn’t given him leave.
Josef lifted over her to enter her, and at the last second, she took him by surprise and flipped them over again. They landed on the carpeted floor with her on top, and she sat onto him with a groan, taking him into her and accepting him inside her body onherterms, but he used her momentum and kept them going, so he was on top a half-second later. He sucked a nipple in while he hit a magical spot inside she hadn’t known existed, and her entire body went limp with pleasure.
Josef moved, in and out, so smooth, so assured. He hit themagicalspotevery time, over and over until a storm gathered inside her — too much pleasure, too much heat.
“Don’t. I can’t. Ican’t.”
He went in and held. Ran his free hand over her thigh, soothing her. He released her nipple from his lips and met her gaze. “Your scent says yes, why does your mouth say you can’t?”
He went out and back in. The head of his cock scraped deliciously overthespot, and her damned eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“I can’t.Please.”
“Youare, Ronnie. I choose to believe your scent, and your reactions.”
He lifted her legs into the air, his hands stroked her legs, his cock moved across the magical place inside her, and her eyes lost focus, the room went hazy.
“Release your shield for me. Let me see.”
It was an order, but she shook her head. She wouldn’t.Couldn’t.
“You want sex without the connection? They make battery powered toys for that. You haveme, little tiger. Open your eyes and see me.”
His gaze slammed into hers, and he was right. It was Josef. Not the monster. She’d killed the monster. This wasJosef.
“Let go of whatever demons you refuse to show me. Don’t let them win. It’s just the two of us in this room. Noone else is invited.Look at me.Let me give your pleasure. I won’t take it.Let me.”
He asked instead of demanding, and it changed everything.Everything.
Her pulse throbbed in her throat. Her heart raced. She didn’t realize her breath was ragged until she tried to talk again. “Permission. Okay. Follow scent.”
Ronnie hoped to hell he understood she wanted him to follow her scent and not what she said, and he seemed to, because he grasped her hands and held them over her head, and moved inside her with purpose, as if his new goal in life was her pleasure.
Now, he moved over her and destroyed her. His gaze, his cock, the magical spot inside her, and then his free hand pressed the area around her clit, and pleasure engulfed her, hot and vicious, a wave of passion so intense she couldn’t breathe.
Intense pleasure gripped her, held her. When it finally released her, Ronnie’s body went limp, scrambled thoughts a blur, but Josef lifted her and settled her chest and stomach on the sofa, her legs hanging down and her knees on the carpet. He entered her again, so thick and fat inside her, spreading her open again. Entering. Invading. Owning.
“Motherfucker! I can’t again.Please.” The last word came out as a sob. He’d destroy her if he made her orgasm so out of control like that again.
“Not what your scent says, my darlingBellula.”
He moved behind her, one hand grasping her hair while another held her right wrist.
The tidal wave built inside her fast this time, as if it’d been waiting her entire life to burst forth, and her back arched to give him more room to work. This time, when she barreled over the peak and plummeted down the other side, it was as if her heart were laid bare and nothing protected it. Years of making sure she was in control and no one could ever hurt her again, and Josef had wiped it all away in moments. Another sob broke loose, and he pushed her onto the sofa, onto her back, and entered her again.
“Look at me. Wrap your legs around me, Ronnie. It’s me. Focus,Bellula.”
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Her next orgasm tore through Josef and may as well have been her tigress claws. Had his littleBellulanever had an orgasm? There was no time to think of the repercussions now, because he knew in his ancient vampire heart that if he didn’t manage a big breakthrough now, she’d shut him out and that would be it. Something had hurt her — he’d known she had secrets, but had no idea how deep her secrets might lie.
He swept her through two more earthshattering orgasms, and his little tiger waited until he was emptying himself into her to open her shields and think of everything. No more secrets. In a matter of moments, he had the entire, horrible, gut-wrenching story.
