useless. He lay on the bed beneath her, eyes closed, heart beating erratically, breathless.
Christ, if he hadn’t wanted to let her go before, he really didn’t want to let her go now. He had never experienced something so intense and mind-blowing, not in all his five hundred plus years.
“Good?” she said with an obvious giggle in her voice. She was teasing him. She knew it was good, was well aware of the fact she had reduced him to a quivering mess.
She crawled up the length of him and after several seconds he managed to get his heavy eyelids up and looked into her eyes.
“You’re smiling like a crazy person.” She giggled again, her hazel eyes full of light and warmth.
She was beautiful, so full of life and so intoxicating. She sparkled with it, bright and blinding, completely different to how she had been around other men. There had always been wariness in her eyes then. It had even been there when she had been with him at the club.
It was gone now.
Was this sudden change in her because she felt safe with him? Had she been scared the whole time she had been out in the world? He wanted to make her feel this way all the time. He wanted to ride in on a white steed and play her knight in shining armour so she would never be scared again. His chest heated, heart steadying as he realised and admitted that the knot that he had felt in it before was more than fleeting.
He really was falling for her.
He lifted his arm, brushed his knuckles across her cheek and then opened his hand and cupped her face, resting his fingertips close to her ear. Her look changed instantly, a cautious edge entering her eyes, stealing some of the light from their hazel depths.
Callum wanted to tell her to stop running away from him whenever he tried to show her the slightest emotion beyond simple lust and desire, but he knew that it would only make her bolt.
She trembled beneath his touch and he could feel the fear rising in her again.
Would she run if he told her that she didn’t need to fear him and that he wouldn’t hurt her?
Of course she would.
She wasn’t ready to hear such things from him.
“I think you broke me,” he whispered and her smile returned, the hint of fear in her scent fading.
He lowered his hand from her face, caught her right wrist, and brought it away from his chest. He frowned at the scratches across it.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He glanced up at her to find her staring at her wrist, her eyes round and distant. She didn’t tense or pull away when he inhaled slowly to catch the scent of her blood. It was still intoxicating, the undertones of sweetness and spice sparking hunger inside him. He was sure she would taste like nothing he had ever experienced before. He had smelt werewolf blood in the past and it hadn’t been like hers. It had been flat and dull, as uninteresting as most vampires’ blood. What made hers so different?
Kristina stilled when he drew her hand towards him and reached out with his tongue, his eyes half closing as he came close to touching the scratches. She withdrew her hand and clucked her tongue.
“No bloodplay.” She tortured him by licking her own wrist, stealing what he had wanted to be his, and sat up astride him. Her fingers glided up his stomach to his chest and then down his arms to his wrists. She took hold of his hands and raised them, placing them on her hips and sliding them up to her breasts. “You’re not shaking anymore.”
He focused on his body and noted that she was right. He had stopped trembling the moment she had sat back on him, nestling his soft cock against her groin. The feel of her heat on him, their bodies separated by only her underwear, had pushed him through the haze of one orgasm into the search for his next.
She smiled when his penis twitched, stirring at the thought of being inside her this time.
“You vampires certainly do have the stamina everyone says you do,” she said and he frowned at her.
When had she closed herself off
Christ, if he hadn’t wanted to let her go before, he really didn’t want to let her go now. He had never experienced something so intense and mind-blowing, not in all his five hundred plus years.
“Good?” she said with an obvious giggle in her voice. She was teasing him. She knew it was good, was well aware of the fact she had reduced him to a quivering mess.
She crawled up the length of him and after several seconds he managed to get his heavy eyelids up and looked into her eyes.
“You’re smiling like a crazy person.” She giggled again, her hazel eyes full of light and warmth.
She was beautiful, so full of life and so intoxicating. She sparkled with it, bright and blinding, completely different to how she had been around other men. There had always been wariness in her eyes then. It had even been there when she had been with him at the club.
It was gone now.
Was this sudden change in her because she felt safe with him? Had she been scared the whole time she had been out in the world? He wanted to make her feel this way all the time. He wanted to ride in on a white steed and play her knight in shining armour so she would never be scared again. His chest heated, heart steadying as he realised and admitted that the knot that he had felt in it before was more than fleeting.
He really was falling for her.
He lifted his arm, brushed his knuckles across her cheek and then opened his hand and cupped her face, resting his fingertips close to her ear. Her look changed instantly, a cautious edge entering her eyes, stealing some of the light from their hazel depths.
Callum wanted to tell her to stop running away from him whenever he tried to show her the slightest emotion beyond simple lust and desire, but he knew that it would only make her bolt.
She trembled beneath his touch and he could feel the fear rising in her again.
Would she run if he told her that she didn’t need to fear him and that he wouldn’t hurt her?
Of course she would.
She wasn’t ready to hear such things from him.
“I think you broke me,” he whispered and her smile returned, the hint of fear in her scent fading.
He lowered his hand from her face, caught her right wrist, and brought it away from his chest. He frowned at the scratches across it.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He glanced up at her to find her staring at her wrist, her eyes round and distant. She didn’t tense or pull away when he inhaled slowly to catch the scent of her blood. It was still intoxicating, the undertones of sweetness and spice sparking hunger inside him. He was sure she would taste like nothing he had ever experienced before. He had smelt werewolf blood in the past and it hadn’t been like hers. It had been flat and dull, as uninteresting as most vampires’ blood. What made hers so different?
Kristina stilled when he drew her hand towards him and reached out with his tongue, his eyes half closing as he came close to touching the scratches. She withdrew her hand and clucked her tongue.
“No bloodplay.” She tortured him by licking her own wrist, stealing what he had wanted to be his, and sat up astride him. Her fingers glided up his stomach to his chest and then down his arms to his wrists. She took hold of his hands and raised them, placing them on her hips and sliding them up to her breasts. “You’re not shaking anymore.”
He focused on his body and noted that she was right. He had stopped trembling the moment she had sat back on him, nestling his soft cock against her groin. The feel of her heat on him, their bodies separated by only her underwear, had pushed him through the haze of one orgasm into the search for his next.
She smiled when his penis twitched, stirring at the thought of being inside her this time.
“You vampires certainly do have the stamina everyone says you do,” she said and he frowned at her.
When had she closed herself off
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