Page 85 of Saving Her Vampire

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Page 85 of Saving Her Vampire

I’m done. That’s all it takes. His voice demands it. I close my eyes, leaning into his hand still in my hair, and come. He loses it then. Pumping, coating me, filling me.

I reach for his free hand, jerking him forward, and slide my fangs into his wrist. He lays against my back, petting my hair as I feed, his cock still leaking. My pussy flutters, and aftershocks are shooting through me.

We lay that way, letting out hearts return to normal, enjoying our fused bodies. The scary thing is that I could go again and again, never getting enough of Bash.

“You are magnificent,” Bash whispers.

“I could be happy, just like this, you living inside me,” I say, grinning when he moans.

“Don’t say shit like that when I’m still inside you. I’ll never let you out of bed.”

“I could live with that,” I purr.

“Fuck.” He slides out and back in, still hard for me. “I want you to come again.”

“Bash,” I gasp.

“Just like this. I won’t go any faster,” he says. He glides in and out slowly. He stands up, so the only place he touches me is his cock inside me. “Can you do that for me?” he asks.

“Yes, Sebastian,” I confirm as I am already almost there.

“Do it then,” he dares.

This man doesn’t have to touch me to have me ready to pant for him. “Come with me, Bash,” I beg.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry about that. This pussy is so sweet; it doesn’t take much.”

“Please, faster, daddy,” I whimper.

“No,” he denies. He watches his cock. “Fuck, I love your pussy.”

His words make me shiver. Having the man you love tell you that is arousing. Every girl should have a dirty-mouthed man. “You feel so good. I can feel every nerve inside me when you slide in.”

“Good. Feel me.” He grinds when he bottoms out inside of me. “Yeah, I feel your pussy walls shuttering around me. It feels so good. Squeeze me, baby.”

My mouth opens, and I close my eyes as it rolls over me, more powerful than the others because of its meaning. He covers my walls with his come.

“Oh, Bash,” I moan.

He drops his head to my back, rolling it back and forth. “I had no idea it could be this way. I won’t ever get enough of you.”

The wordsI love youare on the tip of my tongue. I don’t want to scare him, though. Will he be prepared to respond? Do I want to hear his response? He has claimed that he can’t love, but I don’t believe it. The way he treats me, how he is with me, has to be love, but I don’t want to push.

He gathers me in his arms and steps into the shower. He takes the time to wash me, and I return the favor without exchanging words. He dries me and puts me in another of his shirts. I love that he wants me to wear them. My eyes are heavy, my stomach full, and my body sated.

He puts me in bed and crawls in behind me, staying close.

“Why am I so tired?” I ask.

“Your body has been through something traumatic. You may feel strong, but it needs to regenerate your energy.” His hand stroked down my side.

“Oh,” I say softly. I don’t need his words when he shows me his feelings with every touch.

“Sleep, baby,” he encourages. “I’m taking you out tonight.”

“What about Sammy?” I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to ruin our moment.

“He can wait.”




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