I stare into his eyes and in my head, I whisper, Rocco.
He stops in astonishment.
I never take my eyes off him, even when they fill with hot tears.
I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I know it was a terrible thing to do. Please forgive me. I wasn’t thinking. I’m just so confused and scared. I’ve just lost Sam and now I’m being told that being with you means helping your family carry on the monstrous practice of hunting down humans for eternity. It’s no excuse, I know, but I just wanted you to stop being so cold and horrible to me. If I have only got two days left with you, I want us to be as we were before. All I’m asking is for a few good memories. That’s all.
Tears roll down my face.
His clenched hands unclench. The molten fire in his eyes cool as his hunger fades. His breathing becomes calm and even. He runs his hands through his hair. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“I won’t,” I promise. Slowly, I walk up to and bury my face in his chest.
His hands claw into my hair. He breathes my scent in deeply, and rasps, “Truly, you play with fire, Autumn. You have no idea. No idea.”
“I didn’t understand,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather die than hurt you.”
I lift my head and his mouth crushes mine, and he kisses me, deeply, passionately, hungrily. And I know he doesn’t need to tell me he loves me. He loves me. A man has to love a woman to kiss like this. As if his heart is broken and the world has stopped turning. I fall into the familiar vortex of desire. I don’t really realize when he lifts me off my feet and carries me in his arms to his bedroom.
He puts me on the bed and looks down at me. “You are so beautiful, Autumn, and I will miss you when you go.”
Between my legs I am soaking wet. I reach out a hand and touch his leg. “Just today, can we not use the condom?”
He frowns. “No, what if you become pregnant?”
“Then I will take care of it. It will be part of you.”
“What if he is born with blood lust? You won’t know how to control it. Let my species die out, Autumn. It is right that we do. We have brought enough suffering and pain on this earth.”
Tears fill my eyes again. “Okay, we will use the condom.”
He begins to undress me. His movements are swift but gentle. My work blouse lands on the floor, my skirt is gently pulled out from under me. My bra and panties follow. Very gently he moves his palm over my hardened nipples. I gasp. The moonlight throws strange shadows on his face. I will always remember him as the man I found on the other side of midnight. An angel of the night.
I reach for the zip of his pants, but he catches my hand.
“No, not yet,” he says thickly, he begins to undress himself.
Chapter 59
Rocco
I rake her nipple with my teeth and she cries out. Then I spread her legs wide so she is completely exposed to me. Her little pussy quivers. I run my middle finger down her belly and over her clit then plunge my thick digit into her drenched pussy.
Her little hips writhe with anticipation.
I circle her swollen clit with my thumb and her body begins to buck. “Not so fast, baby,” I growl.
I need ownership of her. My intensity for her is like nothing I’ve ever known. It’s unquenchable.
I drop my weight on her trembling body, pinning her to the bed, trapping her underneath me. I want her under me forever. Lust ripples through me as I fist my cock. Then I bend my head and lap up her juices before I capture her mouth. As my slippery tongue thrusts into her mouth, I plunge deep into her tight pussy. She gasps at the intrusion, but as I continue to pump into her, mewling noises fall out of her mouth.
I withdraw and slam back in so brutally, she almost bangs her head against the headboard.
Bending forward, I capture her mouth and slip my tongue into it. She likes that. Likes sucking my tongue while I fuck her. While she sucks my tongue greedily I ram into her. It’s a hard, frenzied fuck. My hardness filling her over and over again while those mewling noises she makes that I love so much are echoing around us.
We come together. So hard, I see stars.
Autumn
He doesn’t say a word, but his eyes are full of lust and triumph. The possessive expression is beautiful. I never want it to change.
“I want to give you a blow-job,” I whisper huskily, as my deviant hands reach for his cock. It is so hard it jumps out into my hand.