Page 25 of Midnight & Memories

She was now straddling his lap. Her hot sex stroked his cock, hardening with each thrust of her hips against his. The pleasure was all-consuming, and he wanted nothing more than to give her everything she was giving him. The problem was she was asking for far too much. He couldn’t drink from her, so he focused on the only thing he could, the pain forming in his fists from his sharp nails digging into his flesh. It surprised him he hadn’t drawn blood at this point.

“Please, Ridge?”

Her tongue was flicking his earlobe, which sent another blast of heat to his core. He let out a moan while he released his palms from their torture to cup her breasts. Her lips trailed down to his collarbone, and she nibbled at the soft skin directly above it.

“Poppy, fuck. You know not what you do to me.”

He whirled her around on the couch and straddled her hips. His lips kissed and claimed every inch of her bare skin. His tongue slicked over her ear before he whispered in it.

“You make me crazy with desire, Poppy.”

Ridge placed her palm over the hardened bulge.

“I’m so hot for you, baby. I need to be inside you, and now.”

His lips nuzzled into the crux of her neck. He opened them slightly to suck on the sensitive, soft skin connecting her neck to her shoulder, and she made the sweetest humming sound at his touch.

“Drink from me, Ridge. Please?”

His teeth nibbled on the soft flesh, and his fangs pricked her skin before he knew what was happening. He quickly pulled away before a drop ever had the chance to hit his lips.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Poppy! Let me seal the wound.”

“Ridge, it doesn’t hurt. In fact, I’m wonderful. Please don’t stop—at least not yet.” She said as she embraced him.

Her scent was intoxicating, and her lips were wet and hot against his ear as she interlocked her fingers in his locks. Before he thought better, he found the tiny pricks he’d given her a moment before and invited the steady trickle of her sweet blood into his mouth. She moaned in pleasure from the intimacy of his bite as he gave into the desire of her taste.

“Oh, Ridge, that feels so good.”

He drank from her for only a moment more. Her words shocked his system and made him feel guilty for ever biting her. He sealed her wound with his tongue, picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. As he lowered her onto the bed, he removed all of their clothing.

“I need to be inside you, Poppy.”

He placed his knees on either side of her hips and slowly slid his length into her slick, warm folds.

“You’re so wet.”

He thrust himself in and out of her. The sensation began to build within him as he continued to rock her core and pinch each of her nipples. She let out a moan as she cupped his butt and ground him deeper inside of her.

“God, Ridge, I—”

Her voice broke as her sex pulsated around his cock.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.”

He continued to thrust his hips, riding out her orgasm for as long as he could, and suddenly he was going right over the edge with her. Once they rode out the waves of pleasure, he lay on her, spent, and pulled her into his arms.

“I’ve missed you so, so much, Poppy.”

“I’ve missed you, too, and I’m not letting you go this time. Stay with me tonight, Ridge.”

“I have to go out for an hour before dusk to feed, but after that, I am yours.”

“I wasn’t enough?” Poppy asked with a raised brow.

“I only had a bite. For me to be satisfied, I have to hunt. Generally, I go to the mountains and feed on deer. I don’t feed off of humans anymore. It’s a barbaric practice, Poppy. When we bite a human or even another vampire, it is strictly for pleasure. The mark is like an engagement ring because it lets other vampires know you are spoken for.”

“Oh. Well, if you don’t feed off of humans, how does a human become a vampire?”

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