Amethyst Flame (Flame 2)

The sting of his bite went straight to her sex, and as he began to take down her blood and slide his fingers in and out, a cry left her throat.

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Vaughn drank greedily. Emma’s blood tasted like a fine wine yet enhanced with the scent of her spellroom, very witchy, and he loved it. He thrust his fingers in and out of her body and he could tell by the way she kept crying out and the way her body writhed that he could make her come.

And he wanted the flavor of her orgasm in her blood.

He thrust his fingers faster. Come for me, Emma. I want to feel your sex gripping my fingers and pulsing. Come for me, you beautiful witch. I love tapping into your vein. So much power.

With that, he could feel her orgasm start to roll and wasn’t surprised when she released a series of cries. He sustained the pace to keep the pleasure spiraling within her body.

When the cries stopped and her body grew lax, he slowed the drive of his wrist then finally withdrew his fingers from her body. He released her throat at the same time, swiping the wounds with his tongue to seal them.

He drew her against him, holding her tight. His eyes were closed as the water beat down on his back. Another spray hit Emma’s shoulder.

He took deep breaths, savoring the feel of her blood working in his body. He felt as though small bits of electricity kept sizzling in his veins. He was pumped in the same way he’d been when she’d healed him. Something about Emma’s power amplified his own and added to his skill set.

The power of her blood swirled through him and something more. His chest felt very full and warm, but it had nothing to do with his power or hers. Instead, he discovered a deep unsettling truth that somewhere in this nightmare he’d fallen in love with a witch.

But the next thought shredded him, that Five Bridges was no place to forge a relationship.

“That was fantastic, Vaughn.”

He forced himself back to the present, and instead of pulling away, he caressed her back. “It was.”

After a moment, he shifted so that he could meet her gaze. She looked satisfied and once more desire to be buried between her legs surged. He kissed her several times on the lips, one after the other, plucking and tasting.

Have you had fantasies about this, Vaughn?

Dozens, maybe hundreds. He could feel his eyelids grow heavy. Some of them just like this, being in the shower with you and kissing you.

This time, she drew back, caressing his face. “I’ve known love before, with Max. And I want you to know it’s the same with you. I love you, Vaughn. I just never thought it would happen again and until tonight, I was afraid to put a name to what I was feeling. I wanted you to know, because the truth is neither of us knows what Loghry will do next.”

For a moment, he froze. Would she expect him to tell her how he felt? He hoped not. He didn’t want to speak the words aloud, to open that door, not when he was to blame for his sister’s abduction.

Instead, he kissed her again, letting his body speak for how much she meant to him. Beyond that, he was unwilling to go. How about we rinse off and test your bed to see how sturdy it is?

Sounds perfect.

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Emma’s heart felt swollen in the best way. She hadn’t been this content in a long time, not since Max. She wasn’t surprised Vaughn hadn’t responded to her expression of love by admitting to the same feelings. Something about the pressure of their immediate dire situation had made her bold. Beyond that, she had no expectations. She just wanted to be open and honest about what she was feeling for him.

She also knew that Vaughn carried a weight of guilt in his heart about losing his sister as he had. He’d never seen her again or discovered her body in a nightly check of the morgue, a ritual he’d undertaken for two years.

No, she had no expectations. This was Five Bridges, not the normal human world.

Vaughn carried her from the shower, dried her off, then levitated her to the bed. He continued to hold her in his arms as h

e pulled the comforter and pillows away.

The sheets were cool on her back as he laid her down. He climbed onto the bed to lie on his side next to her. She turned to face him.

He was so handsome with his dark gray eyes, straight black brows and strong, angled cheekbones.

He cupped her face and leaned close to kiss her. She parted her lips, and he drove inside, searching the depths of her mouth and making all kinds of promises. As he shifted to move over her chest, she was able to caress his arms again, then his back. She wiggled closer to feel his thighs against hers. She pushed his hip and he drew back enough for her to stroke his cock with her hand.

Vaughn?