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However, he could have at least tried to put some space between us. But he didn’t. Instead, he slowly slid his hands from where they still rested on my shoulders down to the small of my back, enveloping me in his arms in the process. He pulled me closer.
“I will hold on to you. For your own protection, I mean. Just until we reach our destination.”
“You never told me Frederick was such a big Taylor Swift fan.”
His eyes fell to my lips, pupils dilated. His arm left his side and wrapped around me, pulling me closer. I could sense he was quickly losing interest in this conversation.
“Unfortunately, all I can do is somewhat involuntarily conjure fruit when I’m nervous.”
A rush of warmth went through me. “You wanted to impress me?” He nodded. “I still do.”
He kissed me like his life depended on it, like a man possessed, and I was helpless to do anything but kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him, nearly swooning at the feeling of every part of his long, hard body pressing needfully against mine.
He whimpered.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
“I will never be able to deny you anything you want.”
“I want to taste you,” he rasped, raising his head. His pupils were fat with desire as he continued thumbing at my pink and straining nipples. “Everywhere.”
“You,” he murmured against my inner thigh, nostrils flared as he breathed me in, “are magnificent beyond my wildest imaginings.”
“I want to do that to you every day for as long as you’ll let me,” he murmured against the top of my head.
His face was contorted into the same ecstatic, blissful expression he’d worn when he’d buried his face between my legs earlier that evening, and fuck if I couldn’t have spent the rest of my life looking at him when he was mindless with pleasure like this.
I’d never been with someone this big before, and the delicious way my body had to stretch to accommodate him felt incredible. He was everywhere, all at once, and I wanted him to move, to feel the glorious sensual pleasure of him sliding in and out of my body.
He’d been a patient and giving lover earlier. Now, he was using me, my body—my blood—for his own pleasure. The realization that he wasn’t going to let me out of this bed until he’d thoroughly had his way with me thrilled me.
“Frederick—” “I . . . want . . . to . . . feel . . . you . . . ,” he gritted out. I was nothing but mindless sensation. “Cassie, come for me.”
The effect was undercut by the fact that he was wearing pajama pants with Kermit the Frog on them that I definitely didn’t buy him at Nordstrom. But it didn’t matter. He was still hot.
Dear Mrs. Fitzwilliam, I will not beat around the bush with you. You have kidnapped someone who means a lot to me. Specifically: your son. I insist you and the Jamesons release him immediately from the Naperville Dungeon. If you do NOT let him go within twenty-four hours, I will be forced to go on TikTok and tell the entire world that vampires are real!!
girl bye
“If they call your bluff, we’ll come up with a Plan B,” he said. “But I think if all we do is simply film you making a Vampires are real! announcement and send it with the email, it should be enough.”
this is so unserious 😭😭
A moment later, video-Reginald burst into the scene. “Mwah-ha-ha!” he exclaimed, his fangs out, his eyes wide. “I’ve come to drink your blood!” he continued in the cheesiest fake-Transylvanian accent I’d ever heard.
😭😭😭
“Nanmo tells me it is possible to make copies of things like this. Do you promise to destroy all other copies if we release my son? And to not put it on the TikToks?”
I still can’t get over TikTok being referenced in a novel
“You came,” he said, hoarsely. His eyes were wide, incredulous. “You brilliant woman.”
After going days without his touch, Frederick’s embrace was like coming home.
“You’ve just been held somewhere against your will for three days, and before we do . . . anything else, I have to know. Are you truly all right?” He nodded and closed the distance between us again. “I am now.” His voice was full of so much heat and promise my knees nearly buckled.
“I thought about you endlessly while I was away,” he murmured, kissing the words into my cheeks. “Your passion for what you do, your gentle spirit. Your beauty. Your kindness.”
“Please tell me that you will stay with me.” His words were barely above a whisper, breathed into my shoulder as he kissed me there. “With your convictions and your talents, it is only a matter of time before your financial situation improves and you no longer need to partake of our original arrangement. But—”
“I don’t dare hope that someone like you would choose to stay with someone like me,” he eventually continued. “But that doesn’t change how badly I want you to stay with me here, all the same.” I swallowed. “Are you sure about that? I’m going to get old one day. I won’t look like this forever.” “I don’t care,” he said, flatly. And then, with a twinkle in his eye, he added, “Besides—I will always be older than you.”
Frederick J. Fitzwilliam, age three hundred and fifty-one, was texting using emojis.
Anyway, it appears he has become infatuated with his very human accountant, which has led to all the problems you might imagine and quite a few you probably cannot.”
oop book #2 hehehehehe
“There’s something I would like to ask you.” He shoved his hand deep into the pocket of his slacks. When he pulled it out again, in his hand was a small velvet box.
crying, dying, sighing
