Chapter Ten - Desiree #2
Vane sheds his clothes with vampire speed.
Heat radiates from his usually cold body as he grips himself, pumping once, twice.
I’m pushing my hips back. Only he can give me what I’m desperately craving.
With a chuckle, Vane kneels behind me, hands spanning my hips, holding me steady.
He drags himself through my wetness, soaking his dick with my arousal. I arch, offering myself more.
He presses forward, a low, shaken groan spilling from his lips as he pushes inside, deeper, with exquisite slowness. I fist the bedding again, head bowed, pulse roaring in my ears as I take him inch by inch. The stroke of him is steady and relentless.
Fucking finally.
He chokes back a curse as I widen my stance, angling for more. “You have no idea how hard it is, keeping control of myself when you’re like this,” he murmurs.
“Then don’t.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
Vane jerks forward with fierce ferocity, leaving no hesitation to let me get used to him, and each movement is more demanding than the last. I gasp, taking him deep.
“I’m addicted to the sounds you make.”
I moan loudly for show. He laughs.
“Roll your hips for me.” Vane keens when I do as he asks. “That’s it. You were made for me, Desiree. Me.”
His words turn my bones to jelly. My elbows drop to the mattress. Each of his exhales grows more rabid than the last. He curses, grip tightening as his control frays. I love riling him up past the point of no return.
“Tell me how badly you wanted this.”
“I was starving for it.” I crave the rawness of his dominance. “For you.”
The tension inside me tightens, demanding release. I’m drowning in sensation, so good I could die again and be happy.
“F-f-uuuuck,” I curse. He’s pounding into me so hard I might break.
My body hits a crescendo. I fall over the edge, the world around me dissolving once more. Vane doesn’t stop as I ride out my orgasm; he continues to fuck me until the air leaves my lungs. He announces his release with a low growl, pumping me until I’m overflowing.
“Desiree,” he breathes my name, completely spent.
I exhale contentedly. My bangs are stuck to my sweaty face.
After what feels like seconds—or minutes? What even is time? Vane slips away from me. I wince at his absence. My vampire king goes into the bathroom. I drift off to the sound of rushing water.
A sudden warmth jolts me awake. I find Vane cleaning our liquids off me with a warm, damp cloth. His gentle touch, so different from his overpowering control during sex, makes bats flutter in my belly.
It wasn’t long ago that I cursed Vane’s name and everything he stood for.
I believed Vane had regretted turning me into a vampire, only to discover he had distanced himself to protect me from being alienated by my vampire peers.
Now I can’t fathom my afterlife without him.
Vane’s the blood flowing through my veins; every dead heartbeat echoes with his essence.
“I love you,” I whisper, blowing wisps of hair away from my face.
Vane kisses down my spine. “You’re my twin flame.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. I turn to look at him. His eyes roam over my naked body before settling on my face. “If that’s true, I have a favor to ask,” I say.
“Anything.”
“Be nice to Jaxson. No more teasing or pushing him. You can read his thoughts, so you know he’s dealing with a lot over Anselm.”
He smirks—damn him. After what we just did, I half expected Vane to throw a fit for bringing up my ex, but with him, I’m always on my toes.
“Will that make you happy? If I coddled your ex?”
I pause. “If he’s in pain, we shouldn’t parade our relationship.”
“Is your happiness dependent on Jaxson’s?”
Is that what he thinks I’m saying? “No.”
“I’m not trying to fight with you, Desiree. You care about him, and I am confident enough in your love for me not to let that anger me, but I am not about to dampen my feelings for you to spare his. Are you sure you even have the whole story?”
I roll over, propping myself on my elbows. “I’m worried about him. He isn’t himself.”
“Maybe he’s changed.”
I blink. “Vane …”
Vane sighs. “Jaxson has been your friend for a long time. But, Desiree, you two are adults. You are allowed to move on, and so is he. If that bothers him, then you owe him no explanation. You are so afraid of losing him that you don’t see that one day—”
My stomach twists. “Wait. Are you mad at me?”
Vane frowns. “I just want you to remember you are living for you. Not me or even him.”
“I-I know that.”
“Good.”
I nod, no longer wanting to waste any more breath on Jaxson. “Should we kiss and make up? I want to go back to five minutes ago when we were tangled up together and everything was perfect.”
Vane captures my lips in a tender kiss that evolves into much more. He nudges my thighs apart, torturously pushing inside me once more. The pace is tender, languid, as our fingers intertwine beside my head.
The gentle knock of the headboard against the wall punctuates our soft yet firm beat. I moan into his mouth. Anyone sleeping on the other side of that wall likely hates us, but that won’t stop us from spending the night worshiping each other like the monsters we are.