Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I kiss him with everything I have. All the love for him I have, all the sorrow, the loss, the missing him without knowing I was missing him.
“Dahlia,” he whispers against my lips, groaning as I reach down and run my hand over his cock that is pushing against his tuxedo pants like a tent pole. “You are a firecracker tonight.”
He breaks off into a guttural moan that sends shockwaves through me.
“You better take advantage then,” I tell him as his mouth goes to my neck, licking and nipping and sucking.
This is the first time I’m with him as Lucy and Mina knowing he’s a vampire, and I want him to feed on me. I want them to know what it’s like to have that feeling of total submission.
“Hold on,” I say to him and I lean over, swiping a knife out of the knife holder on the counter. “I have a request.”
He eyes the knife. “You want me to cut you out of your dress.”
I consider that, sawing my jaw back and forth. “Only if you let the knife go a little deeper.”
His black brows knit together. “What do you mean? You want me to cut you?”
“I want you to feed from me.”
His eyes blaze as he shakes his head. “Nope. No. Not here without anyone to stop me. Don’t you remember what happened last time? We had a whole room full of people watching me and I still almost killed you.”
I chew on my lip for a moment. “Can we compromise? What if you just had a taste?”
He growls at me and kisses me again, pressing me against the counter. “How about you stop making requests and let me be in charge. You want to feel pain and danger, I can bring you that, my dove, but I will not feed from you.”
And at that he picks me up like he’s a caveman taking a captive woman back to his den. He carries me to the bedroom, my clothes coming off as he kisses every inch of my exposed skin, my dress falling to the floor.
He lays me on the bed and I writhe naked on top of the covers, watching in desperate anticipation as he quickly shucks off his tux in hurried movements, wanting nothing more than to feel his hard cock inside of me.
I want him to fuck me now that I remember everything.
Now that I am not just Dahlia, but everyone else.
Still me.
Just me with a deeper understanding of him.
A deeper love for him.
A love so deep that it transcends time.
A love so strong it lasts beyond death.
And he doesn’t even fucking know it.
Now he’s naked, standing at the foot of the bed, and I’m staring at him with new eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks quietly, stroking his cock with a quick flick of his wrist. Such a magnificent animal, so much power and prowess.
“Never been better,” I tell him, my voice coming out husky as my emotions go into overdrive.
He gets on top of the bed, his movements smooth but measured, like a prowling black panther, or a wolf stalking its prey. His eyes rake over my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake and shivers down my spine.
He gets halfway across me, his cock jutting out in front of him and primed at where I’m wet and open for him, then pauses, running his tongue over his teeth, his mouth curling into a smile. His gaze is eternally wicked.
Always has been.
“You want to see a magic trick?” he asks in a rough voice.
I look at him in surprise, not expecting him to ask that.
“Okay…” I say.
He braces himself over me on one arm while lifting up the other, holding his fingers in front of my face.
He stares at them. I stare at him, not sure what’s about to happen. This can’t be an actual magic trick, right? I mean he’s not a witch.
Poof.
Suddenly every fingertip on his hand bursts into flames.
I jump, pushing back slightly against the headboard.
He laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says, gently waving his hand in front of me. “I’m in complete control.”
“How are you doing that?” I ask, unable to keep my eyes off the flames. His fingertips aren’t sooty or burnt at all, yet the flames are flowing.
“I told you, magic.”
“Like from a witch?” I pause, holding my breath as I wait for his answer. I’ve never said the word witch out loud yet and—
“Yeah,” he says lightly. “But no witch that I know. A witch gave the spell to my friend Solon, he taught it to me. Speaking of, I just got a text from him earlier. He and his lover are going to be in town tomorrow. I told them I would put them up here, if you don’t mind?”
He’s still dragging the flames back and forth in front of my face. “Sure,” I say. I’m not sure how I feel about meeting more vampire friends of his, especially one as notorious as Absolon Stavig, a vampire I’ve heard plenty about, but that doesn’t really matter at the moment now that he’s got fire in his hand and he’s dangerously close to my naked body.