Page 80 of The Rebirth
He flipped us over and pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of my head. “Are you doing okay?”
“I need something more, Sam. It’s like I can’t get enough of the sensations lighting up my entire being.”
He fucked me like a vampire possessed.
“Yes. Harder.” It was my turn to flip us.
He laughed. “I like that newfound strength you have now.”
We fucked hard and fast, flipping and rolling, sweating and moaning. I think I died again and went to heaven this time.
On the last roll, I was on the bottom when he said, “Legs over my shoulders.”
I obeyed, drunk on lust and him and the music we were creating.
He rammed into me, pulled out, and flipped us into a sixty-nine position.
I swallowed him as he fucked my mouth, my incisors abrading his shaft.
He growled. “Dig those fangs into my cock.”
I was so far gone that I didn’t even think.
Once my fangs punctured his dick, he roared. “I need to be inside your wet pussy.”
I let go, and in a flash he was pounding into me.
“I don’t want this to end, but I’m right at the edge,” I said through heavy breaths.
“Let it go, baby doll. Feel the release pour through you. Savor it.”
I grabbed his hair, jolted up, and bit into his neck. The first mouthful of blood was warm and salty. I took long pulls, and the more I drank from him, the more I felt as though I was flying, soaring over the planet with not a care in the world. He tasted like heaven and home. Sugar and spice. My skin felt tingly. My insides felt like a million bat wings partying hard.
My orgasm blindsided me. Wisps of pleasure blurred into a single cresting wave.
He thrust one last time, and when he did, he threw his head back, groaning his release before he propelled forward and drove his fangs into the swell of one breast.
I hardly felt the pinch as I arched my back, giving him room to take all he needed.
Eternity with Sam would be an amazing ride, and I had the feeling sex would be on the agenda every night. Because I was suddenly more addicted to and in love with him than I thought possible.
29
SAM
Iwas riding a huge wave as I kissed my sleeping wife on the head before I left for my meeting. After we had what in my book was one of the best rounds of sex, I’d showered again. By the time I got out, Layla was snuggled under the blankets and softly snoring.
Eternity with her was going to be off the charts. I swore that I couldn’t be any happier than I was at that moment, although I likely could when we finally ended the war with Adam Emery.
As I headed to the war room, I was processing the last twenty hours since Layla’s rebirth, the way she’d changed genetically, the fact that our son had been the key to her waking up from the dead, and the list went on. Fate was one fucking roller-coaster ride. I was also relieved that Orion wouldn’t be targeted by witches. However, I wasn’t cool that the prophecy was tied to my son or that he could potentially upset the balance of humanity years from now. But I had time to ensure that didn’t happen, if it did at all.
Reporter Tim Cox’s voice was echoing in the spacious theater-style room when I entered.
Webb, Tripp, and my father were sitting at a table, watching a news segment on our new seventy-two-inch monitor rather than the old movie screen we’d had. A sea of people crowded the streets behind Tim Cox.
My gaze drifted from the screen to the familiar-looking box on the table. “Is that another head?”
Webb regarded me over his shoulder. “Yep. It’s Tucker Whyte’s. It was delivered an hour ago to the front gate.”
