He’s warmer than I remember last time, and maybe that’s because his heart is beating as fast as mine.
His kiss is hungry, and I run my tongue over his teeth, curious about his fangs. I find a small sharp point, but they must be retracted. I personally can’t wait for them to come out and play.
God, I hope he bites my neck when I’m climaxing. I can’t imagine how good it will feel.
I run my hands down his smooth, muscular back and cup my hands over his hard ass as he grinds his cock against me. He’s big. He’s thick. And he’s hard. I could definitely see it being a challenge if this were my first time.
I raise my hips, silently urging him to enter me, but he likes to tease me, pressing the head of his erection against my entrance, but pulling back each time I rock forward.
My nipples are hard, my skin is tingling, and the ache inside me is so intense. I’ve never wanted anyone like I do him. My husband. Boz. I love how that sounds.
He breaks our kiss and runs a strong hand down my breast, over my hip, and slides it beneath my knee. Meanwhile, his mouth finds that spot on my neck he likes.
“Yes. Do it,” I pant.
“Patience, Stella. We have some time before sunrise. I must see to your proper fulfillment.”
“No. No more patience. You said you would do anything for me.” Basically.
He bites down, and I feel the climax already starting. Each pull of his mouth sends a spike of pre-orgasmic shockwaves through my entire body.
With my knee still in his grasp, he positions himself against my wet, heated entrance and then begins to slide in. One inch at a time.
I suck in a breath and close my eyes, savoring the sensation of him biting me and working himself in.
I love it. I love the friction of his cock, stretching me, pushing me.
He breaks from my neck and gives the spot a little lick. “Are you all right.”
“Yes. Don’t stop. Keep going.”
He plants his hands on either side of my head, and I open my legs wider for him, wanting him to go deeper.
He takes the cue and thrusts hard, filling me completely. I am lost in the moment, in the sensations of our bodies joined. The ecstasy is unlike anything I could have imagined, as if I feel everything he feels alongside my own bursts of pleasure.
I want it to last. I want it to never stop. But I feel the build happening and I need it. I need him.
“Bite me,” I say. “I’m coming.”
He doesn’t do it. I don’t know why. Instead, he quickens the pace, sliding almost completely out and then pounding his way home again. I cry out in ecstasy with each penetration.
“Why won’t you bite my neck?” I ask, my words sounding almost foreign. I never imagined myself begging for something like that.
“I am too afraid I will lose control. You are so delicious. So sexy.” His mouth is back on mine. Suddenly, I’m remembering the story Neli told me, of how she and Boz bonded. I break from our kiss again. “If I drink from you, I’ll be immortal, right?”
Boz stops moving, and those dark eyes focus intensely on mine. “Is that what you want?”
“For now. Yes. At least until I decide about turning.”
“But it cannot be undone. And if you were to die, you would become like me.”
I don’t know if it’s because I’m in the throes of passion and he’s inside me, our two hearts beating as one, or because I’m so in love with him that I can’t imagine ever living without him, but I nod anyway. “Yes. I want to do it.”
He takes his finger, pushes it against his fang, and then gives it a quick suck. He returns his mouth to my lips and kisses me, his tongue dancing against mine. All I taste are roses. Red roses. Not at all what I expected.
I swallow and continue kissing him, more passionately than ever. He slams his cock into me, moving faster. I can feel he’s about to come.
His mouth slides back down to my neck.
“Is it done?” I whisper.
“Yes. You are immortal now.”
I expected something different. Like my body to go through some sort of painful werewolf-like transformation or a bolt of lightning to crack through the sky like in the Frankenstein movies. But this was nothing like they show in horror films. My fears were all in my mind, and Boz kept his promise. He said he would never hurt me.
I smile in anticipation. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He bites down, and I gasp with pleasure and explode. An orgasm rips through me, hitting my every nerve, rippling through every inch of my body.
I cry out Boz’s name as he releases my neck and groans. It’s deep, animalistic, and pure male.