Page 49 of Sleepless Beauties
His hand slides along my spine, and I’m faintly aware of how hard he pulls my hair at the base of my neck. My throat angles and my spine arches for him as he holds me in place to fuck me deeper. His other palm pushes against my lower back, and that just makes every single thrust feel more intense and demanding.
It’s… it’s too much.
Wetness drips all down my thighs and across his cock as blinding colors like the sun and stars colliding together flash behind my eyes. Every part of me trembles: my legs, my arms, even my screams. The waves of the colors and emotions never fade as he continues his pace. They simply wash in harder with spirals of ups and downs consuming my body in deliciously addictive pleasure.
A growl and a curse rumbles over his lips as he thrusts in so hard it hurts, and then he tenses there. I feel his hold on me quiver just as much as his hips do against my body.
Warmth blooms in my chest, and I don’t know why it feels so affectionate.
It feels utterly beautiful.
His fingers slip from my hair, and he drags those fingertips across the back of my dress in a slow caress of kindness. He leans over me and his big hands massage my neck before placing a series of soft kisses there.
Even after dirty, animalistic sex, he’s still sweet.
I pull away from him and turn until my back connects with the cold ground. His warm palms slide up and down my calves. The color in his hooded eyes is a bright gold now as he gazes at me.
I’ll never forget this. I won’t allow my mortal mind to dull any of the emotions he just gave me. The way he made me feel, I’ll never forget it.
But life carries on, with or without sentimental memories. I swallow hard as I pull my dress back down into place. My heart pounds, and only one thing is left clinging to the emptiness of my scattered thoughts.
“I really need to know everything you know about my sister,” I whisper sadly.
Because even in all my bliss, her troubles are always at the back of my mind.
Vuitton nods quietly.
He searches around himself, and then pulls a pair of black lace panties from the ground. Without asking, he begins sliding them over my legs and up my thighs, putting me back together again.
“She never had a real relationship with anyone. She was close with Prey. They were friends of a sort, but I know there was a lot she never felt comfortable telling him.”
That does sound a lot like Kyra. Vampire Kyra, anyway. My twin, the girl I grew up with, she was an open book.
But I guess that’s just what life does to you. The dark parts consume all the good, and they don’t leave any room for trust.
“Rival and her had a strange relationship, but he was even further behind Prey. She just… she didn’t tell us things.” Vuitton pulls on his boxers, but he never leaves his place in front of me. “I was her guard outside of the house, and she trusted me to be that for her,” a line creases between his brows as he looks away toward the pale skyline.
The way my heart dives at the thought of his guilt eating him alive the same way it does me, I can’t help but reach for him. My fingers brush over his knuckles and I sit up to truly face him.
“You’re not responsible for this. Someone is, and they’re still out there. They’ve done this to women over and over again. And they’ll keep doing it, unless we can find and stop them first.” I hate how hopelessly fragile I feel right now.
Exposed and raw to him.
I’ll blame it on the sex, but really I know I’m getting too comfortable with Vuitton. I’m not ready to tell him my true thoughts or fears.
Whoever did this, they’re not human. They’re a monster.
A beautiful monster perhaps, parading around with a smile and charm that will kill anyone who mistakenly trusts them.
“In the basement, where they all sleep, there’s a big metal door against the back wall.” He looks me hard in my eyes as he speaks. “Take your finger and writeKyraVegaacross the smooth plate there and enter slowly. You’ll find more answers inside.”
I blink at him. His admission leaves me stunned.
“How will I get answers there?” I ask as a prickling of strange energy tingles across the flesh of my arms.
But I never could have anticipated what he says next.
“Because the man locked inside will give them to you.”
