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He needed to know if the ink and parchment had seeped into her blood, her love of books something he could taste.
“Time is only fleeting if you feel as though you have been wasting it,” she answered softly. “And I highly doubt an evening with you could ever be considered such.”
She could have sworn, had anyone asked, that his eyes were black.
woman in her was pressing her thighs together, trying to remind herself that showing off his library was not a form of foreplay... ... Okay, no, there was no point in lying to herself. This was definitely foreplay.
“A bookshelf can take you anywhere. A library can take you everywhere.”
“A book can take you somewhere,” Rosamund said suddenly, her head tilted to the side. “A bookshelf can take you anywhere. A library can take you everywhere.”
Because if they stood there much longer, with the scent of her sex flooding his nose and the pounding of her heart thrumming in his ears... he was going to sink his teeth into her throat while working his fingers into her cunt.
“There is a monster behind this mask, Rosamund, for immortality, which I do have, comes at a cost. A bloody and deadly cost.”
“Even now, even with as much as I want you,” he continued, his voice still deep. “As much as I crave you as a woman, crave you naked beneath me and over me, I crave your blood even more. The desire to drink from you, to devour every drop of you is... overwhelming. And this is even after I have recently fed, for I drank from our server this evening, while I stepped away.”
Although, I shouldn’t call you a good girl, given how bratty you’ve been running away from me.”
He was edging her in the best and worst way possible, because the second he touched her, touched her, she would combust.
“My attraction to you is limitless. I crave you intellectually, yes, but also carnally. I would know your body, every soft dip, every sound you make, every desire you hold, ever...”
“Oh, yes. My jaw will be quite the throne for you. I long to feel your thighs on either side of my head, gripping me. You will always be welcome to sit on it.”
“You forget, my dear, that I am dead. I don’t breathe. You can sit on my face for hours, without pause, cumming on my tongue over and over again until you cannot move. And even then, I’ll still devour you.”
There it was. His blood was now coursing through her once more, all of it earlier having been burned out. He could fuck her now. Fuck her the way she was meant to be fucked. Fuck her the way she was begging for.
He would, later, but he was a vampire on a mission, determined to ruin her for all others.
Even her stretch marks sparkled a little, as though she had painted them with body glitter.
She had been insatiable and demanding, first sitting on his jaw and then on his cock, and then demanding he fuck her into the floor once more.
