A Touch of Moonlight (Love Bitten)

Before Amaia even knew what was happening, I stood with her in my arms and teleported us to our bedroom. I gently dropped her feet to the floor, and Amaia gasped as she looked around.

When I’d changed our clothes, I’d done a little redecorating in preparation for the claiming ceremony. The room was lit by dozens of white candles scattered about, barely illuminating the dark blue walls. I’d switched out the bed for an antique canopy—it fit our home, which looked more like a castle, so I decided to keep it. Besides, every time we saw the bed, it would be a reminder that we belonged solely to one another, forever.

The top of the bed was draped with dark blue silk that fell to the ground, creating a curtain on every side. The coverlet matched the canopy, but the sheets were a pristine white, and though she couldn’t see them yet, soft blue ties were attached to the headboard.

“It’s beautiful.” Her voice was filled with wonder, and I turned her toward me before cupping her face. I kissed her tenderly, even as I fought the desire to rip off her panties and bury myself deep inside her tight pussy until she was screaming my name.

Patience, Liam. You’ve waited almost five and a half centuries. You can last a little longer, draw this out, savor every moment. The mental lecture helped a little.

I let Amaia up for air after a minute, then guided her by the hand to the chair tucked under a dressing table. “We need to talk about what’s going to happen next,” I told her softly as I sat and brought her down onto my lap.

My sweet consort blushed bright red and looked up at me through her lashes. “Um...Everleigh already explained it.”

If I didn’t know that Marshall would burn my limbs off, I would have sent Amaia’s sister flowers and diamonds for preparing my gorgeous mate. “You know what to say?”

Amaia nodded shyly. “Good. I’m not sure I would have had the strength to go through it all with you without stripping you right here and fucking you on the carpet.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling slowly, trying to bolster my control again.

“We’ll save that to try some other time,” she teased, making me laugh. “Right now, I want you to make me yours for eternity.”

“I will always give you anything you ask for that is within my power to do,” I vowed as I brought my head up and stared into her violet eyes.

“Then what are you waiting for, Liam?” Amaia climbed off my lap and stood between my legs, facing me. With a sultry smile, she pulled the tie to her robe deliberately, and maddeningly, slow. “Unwrap your present.”

The knot holding the sides together dissolved, and as it fell, her robe parted. My breath caught in my throat as I ogled the sliver of skin and cream silk peeking from the opening. Then she shrugged the wrap off her shoulders, and it fell to the ground, leaving her in the mouth-watering lingerie.

I wrapped my hands around her torso, my thumbs resting just below the roundness of her breasts that spilled out the bottom of the sash. It only partially covered the mounds, leaving a lot of skin exposed above and below. I teased the sensitive flesh with my thumbs, licking my lips when her nipples hardened and poked into the tightly bound fabric. Leaning forward, I sucked over one peak, leaving a wet spot on her top, and one in my pants when she moaned and shuddered.

My cock was so hard it hurt, but I didn’t rush. I gave the other side the same treatment, but my patience was nearly at its end. So when she whimpered and thrust her chest forward, I shot to my feet, sweeping her into my arms. Then I stalked to the bed and laid her in the very center, taking a few seconds just to admire the sight.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered in awe as I climbed on the bed. Moving over her and bending down onto all fours, I caged her in with my fists pressed into the mattress. “All in silky white, like a virgin bride on her wedding night. If I hadn’t already popped your cherry, I would have been tempted to hang the sheet out the window like they did in my early days. Proof that the wife now belonged to her husband.”

“Wife?” Amaia squeaked.

I laughed at her shocked but hopeful expression. “Did you think that ring was only symbolic of our vampiric bond?” She shrugged, her cheeks once again sprinkled with pink. “I’m going to bind you to me in every way possible, my darling. Claiming you, marking you, marrying you, and putting cute little Amaias in this sexy stomach.”