Page 90 of Discovery of the Vampire
Her body pressed against mine, soft where I was hard, yielding where I pushed. The water washed away the last traces of blood and fear, and I trailed kisses down her neck, moaning as her pulse raced beneath my lips.
"Taste me," she whispered.
The impulse was hard to ignore. I needed her. Her body. Her blood. Needed to prove to myself she was alive, sweet and warm around me. Inside of me.
"Brogan, please," she begged, her hips moving restlessly against the tip of my cock.
"You almost died."
"But I didn't. And you gave me so much. You need this."
"I'm fine," I lied, avoiding her eyes.
"No, you're not." She tilted her head to the side, exposing her throat to my hungry eyes. "Take what you need."
The sight of her offering herself to me, water streaming down her throat and between her breasts, nearly brought me to my knees. I pressed her against the shower wall, my lips finding hers in a desperate kiss.
"Please," she whispered against my mouth. "Let me do this for you."
When I hesitated, she guided my head to her neck. "I want this. I want you."
I couldn't resist any longer. My fangs, already extended, sank deep into her soft flesh. Her blood—sweet, spicy, powerful,perfect—flowed into me as her arms tightened around my shoulders. I groaned as it pumped into my mouth, my body igniting.
The shower steam surrounded us like a protective cocoon, sealing us away from the world and its dangers as I drank from my love, her fingers tangling in the wet hair at the nape of my neck.
I hadn't had near enough when I removed my fangs and laved my tongue over the bite. "Esme…"
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ESME
"Esme…"
My name fell from his lips. Reverent. Holy.
And in his arms, I felt like a goddess.
As Brogan drank from me, I felt his emotions swirling through our newfound link: relief, desire, and above all else—a love so pure it took my breath away—a heady mix of pain and ecstasy that lit every nerve ending on fire, and made me feel so,soalive.
I moaned in disappointment when I felt his fangs release their hold on me, but I shouldn’t have worried.
Time slowed as he worshipped every inch of my body, tracing the places where bruises had been, replacing pain with pleasure. His fingertips danced across my skin, his tongue healing invisible wounds. Every gasp from our lips, every arch of my back was proof that we'd both survived. That we'd found something rare and precious in the midst of the chaos and violence.
I surrendered to the sensations, my body responding to him instinctively, as if we'd been lovers for centuries rather than mere moments. In Brogan's arms, the horrors we'd faced faded to whispers, drowned out by the thundering of my heart and the sweet promises murmured against my skin.
“Esme…” he groaned.
Warmth radiated from him, chasing away the lingering chill of Marcus's cruelty. My body ached, but not from the beating—from the way his hands cradled me like I was something fragile, something sacred.
In Brogan's embrace, I felt both vulnerable and invincible, as if his touch alone could rebuild what had been broken. The weight of his body against mine anchored me to this moment, keeping the horrors of the djinn's torment at bay like a shield forged from desire and desperate need. This moment wouldn’t last forever, though. At some point, we’d have to find Alex and fight the djinn again. But for right now, I needed to reconnect to this male.
“I need you in my bed.” His breath was warm against my ear. “I need to be inside of you.”
"Yes," I moaned.
Setting my feet back down on the shower floor, he turned me until I was under the spray of water. Slowly, he washed me with soap and his bare hands. He washed meeverywhere, re-learning my body like it was the first time he'd touched me.
I gasped when his mouth closed over my nipple, tugging it between his teeth and scraping his fangs along the tender flesh, teasing me with his tongue before moving to the other side to give it the same attention.
