“I missed you too much to stay away,” he said, gaze trailing down my body. I’d been completely naked with him, given him my virginity, and yet I still grew shy under his keen attention.

“You’re lucky my dad’s out,” I said with a teasing smile as I walked to the bed and came to stand between his legs. “Because he wouldn’t take kindly to you teleporting into my bedroom at this hour.”

Peter ran his hand up my thigh, along the curve of my backside, before coming to rest on my lower back. My nipples beaded under the silky fabric of my robe.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve teleported into your bedroom,” he said huskily, his other hand going to my hip as his eyes devoured the outline of my breasts.

“You were lucky those times, too. He was asleep.”

“Is it safe for me to stay a little while?” he asked, staring up at me.

I sank a hand into his thick hair and yanked his head back a little. “I think so, but only if you promise to be good.”

“What does being good entail?”

“Kissing me,” I whispered, my nerve endings coming to life just from how he looked at me.

“Where?” he breathed, and my pulse picked up a notch.

I didn’t say anything, but my eyes must’ve told him the answer. He reached for the knot holding the robe together and quickly untied it. He pushed the robe open, revealing my naked form. “So beautiful,” he said, taking me in, and I remembered a time when I’d heard him think the same thing.

I was certainly going to miss those little glimpses inside his mind.

His mouth closed around my breast, and I gasped as his tongue flicked across my nipple. My knees grew weak, and my hands went to his shoulders to steady myself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this,” he rasped before dragging his tongue along the top of my breast. I reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his head. I ran my palm along his chest and shoulders, then over his broad back.

Peter bent forward and kissed my stomach, scattering tingles everywhere his lips touched. His hand went between my legs, lightly touching my sex. I shifted my feet apart to grant him more across, and he found my clit, rubbing delicious circles as his mouth continued its journey south.

I let out a small squeak when he slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. He guided my hands back to his shoulders before hitching one of my legs up onto the bed. I watched in arousal and excitement as he lowered his face between my thighs, picking up where he’d left off earlier.

“You have no idea how good you are at this,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “And that makes it even sexier.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared up at me with those bottomless brown eyes as his mouth did wonderful things to me. I came with a strangled cry. My mother and Rebecca didn’t have my dad’s superhuman hearing, but they still had ears. And though this house was big, it certainly wasn’t big enough for me to be as loud as I wanted to be right then.

“You’re incredible,” Peter said as I stared down at him, so many feelings filling my chest. Love, awe, adoration.

“Make love to me again,” I blurted, still coming down off my orgasm high.

Peter chuckled quietly. “If I must.”

He rose from his knees like a king rising to meet his queen. I loved how he made me feel. He made me feel like I was the most desirable thing in the whole universe. Eyes not leaving mine, he interlaced our fingers and guided me down onto the bed. I lay beneath him as his hard body came over mine, and we gave ourselves to each other once more.

***

I wasn’t sure how long we slept for, but I felt rested when I woke up, so I knew it must’ve been a while. It was also dark out, which meant we’d slept through most of the day. I reached out with my dhampir hearing, and the house was quiet. My parents and Rebecca had gone out.

Peter lay spread out on the other side of my bed, his face mashed into the pillow. My heart filled to see him sleep so deeply because I knew he hadn’t been getting a lot of rest sleeping in the library. A part of me wanted to ask my parents if he could move in here, but even in the unlikely event that they said yes, Peter wouldn’t accept it. He had too much pride, and I knew he wanted to find a place of his own. He didn’t want charity. He wanted to work and achieve it for himself.

I gazed at him, stroking his back and taking him in. When he finally woke up, a tired smile shaped his lips.

Tags: L.H. Cosway St. Bastian Institute Fantasy
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