Come here, I said, lying back.

Peter crawled over me, and I pulled his mouth to mine. We kissed, and I reached down, palming him over his jeans. A deep rumble came from the back of his throat as he fumbled with the fly, and I helped him push his jeans down over his backside. A second later, his thick, hot erection met my sex, and I closed my eyes in pleasure.

He continued kissing me, one hand palming my breast while the other went between my legs to finish what he’d started. I was already so turned on, so into him that it didn’t take long for an orgasm to build. It coiled inside me as he moved down to suck my nipple into his mouth.

Again, I felt that faint, delicious, magical heat emanate from him and into me. I was certain he wasn’t doing it intentionally because he was too focused on my body. The thought that I made him lose control so much that his magic was unconsciously trickling out gave me butterflies.

Keep doing that, I said when he found the perfect pressure and speed on my clit.

Are you close?

Yes. Almost there.

You’re incredible.

The scent of books and Peter surrounded me as I came with a loud cry. I’d never been particularly fond of the library, but after tonight, it was my favourite spot in the whole entire world. Peter continued lavishing attention on my breasts as my orgasm subsided. I reached out, taking him fully into my hand, and he shuddered at my touch. I guided him between my legs, but he stilled, reaching behind my head to grab the condoms. There was something strangely sexy about the way he studied the packet.

“So, I’ve never put one of these on before,” he confessed bashfully, which I also found bizarrely arousing.

“Let’s figure it out together, then,” I said, taking the packet and tearing it open. Peter stared at me, transfixed, as I removed a condom and tore open the foil. “Come closer,” I urged, and he shifted over to me. I gazed into his eyes as I stroked his cock, then lowered my head and pressed a kiss to the top of his erection. A violent tremble went through him as his voice rumbled, “Fucking hell, Darya …”

“Let me do this for you,” I whispered, and he nodded. I rolled the condom down his length, and less than a second later, he was on me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my breasts. It felt like he was everywhere, and I was warm and supple, completely ready for him. Finally, he held himself above me, his gaze tender as he positioned himself between my legs. That pleasurable warmth trickled across my skin, and my nipples beaded, shivers rolling over me in gentle waves.

“How are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Your magic is touching me,” I gasped, and he stared at his hands in confusion.

“I didn’t realise … I don’t know how to stop …”

“I don’t want you to stop. Whatever it is, it feels incredible.”

He gazed down at me. “I love you.” And then, just like that, he pushed inside me. I held his gaze, feeling the sting of his entry. The mortal pain of my human side melded with the supernatural strength of my vampire half. I concentrated on breathing, not once looking away from Peter as he slowly moved in and out of me and my body learned how to accommodate him.

You okay?

Yes.

You feel … God.

I love you, too, I belatedly blurted, and a look of fierce possession came into Peter’s eyes. He started moving more, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek as he made love to me. As time ticked by, the pain subsided, and a sharp pleasure began deep in my core. I traced my eyes over Peter, his broad shoulders, the intense expression on his face, and knew what I said was true. It wasn’t a moment of mindless passion. I really did love him, and the knowledge that he loved me in return made me way too emotional. Peter’s hand ran down my chest, cupping my breast, and more magical heat emanated from his palm. I gasped and shuddered as it spread through me, encapsulating me.

He dropped down as he continued to move, his lovemaking slow and tender. Bite me, he whispered huskily in my mind, and my vampire side undulated at the request.

“Peter, I’ve already taken too much …”

Please, just a little more. I sensed his need and arousal, and my fangs extended almost automatically. I couldn’t resist his offer, no matter how much I knew it would complicate things. I already felt bonded to him, but with blood in the mix, not to mention his magic caressing me, I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from this moment.

He exposed his neck for me, and I bit down, piercing his skin in the same spot as before. His hot blood trickled down my throat, and pleasure encapsulated my very being. Peter groaned against me, and his thrusts quickened. I was completely gone, high as a kite from his blood, his cock hitting just the right spot inside me and his magic surrounding me. I thought I might come again, and I knew he had to be close. My fangs snapped back as I released his neck, opening my eyes to take him in. Peter had never looked more handsome and beautiful. I was transfixed by him, enthralled when he finally came, his body shuddering against me, that I didn’t immediately notice we were floating in mid-air.

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