by Elisa Adams
He tangled his hands in her hair, holding her head in place. Why had he ever been averse to this kind of play? He nearly laughed at the thought. This new turn of events would certainly make life more interesting.
She raised her head and smiled at him. “I won’t take any more. Not when you’re still healing.”
“I’m healed.”
A throaty laugh bubbled from her chest. “I’m not taking any chances with you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t.” He started to sit, to pull her into his arms, but she pushed him back down.
“Now I could.” She moved away, stood up off the bed.
He reached for her, his body aching from the loss of contact. “Where are you going?”
“To get rid of these clothes. They’re in the way.” She winked, stripped and joined him back on the bed. She straddled his hips again, this time with nothing between them. Her wet pussy slid enticingly against his cock. “Are you strong enough for this?”
He’d have to be, because he wasn’t going to let her stop. He gave her a half smile. “Stronger than you are.”
“Hey, I’m pretty strong now, buddy. You’d better watch out for me.”
“You think so, huh?” Not likely. She’d changed, gotten stronger and more agile, but it wouldn’t be enough to best him. His smile widened. As strong as she might be now, her strength would never match his. Not even when he’d been laying in bed, wounded, for weeks. In one swift move, he pushed her off him, flipped her to her stomach, and pinned her beneath him on the mattress. “Still feeling strong, sweetheart?”
“Stronger than ever.” She wriggled against him, her ass pushing against his cock. He hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but he did. He nearly groaned at the thought.
She moaned, spread her legs. His cock slipped against her folds and it felt right. More right than anything had in his long, long life. “Sam, it’s been so long.”
“And you’ve missed me?” He pushed his hand between her legs, his fingers playing softly across the length of her slit. She was wet. Drenched. So ready for him to take what he wanted. And he planned to take it all. Now and always.
“Yes.” Another moan escaped her lips, deeper and longer than the last. “I’ve missed you so much, Sam.”
He buried his face in the side of her neck, nipped at her tender flesh with his fangs. “And I’ve missed you too. I won’t wait any longer.”
Now it was his turn to feed. He bit down in earnest, his fangs piercing her tender flesh. She cried out, bucked against him, but their position didn’t let her move far. He liked her like this, under his body, under his control. Her ragged breathing and soft whimpers told him she liked it too.
In truth, he’d liked it just as much when she’d been the one calling the shots. Maybe even more so, in some ways. It had been a huge turn-on, having her take him places that, before her, he’d never been willing to go. He hadn’t protested, hadn’t wanted to, and it only confirmed what he already knew. She was his. Made for him alone. And now he’d have her forever.
He suckled her neck, the tangy flavor of her warm blood bursting on his tongue. His gut clenched, his cock tightened, and he pulled back. There would be plenty of time to feed from her later. He’d spent the past two weeks without her, and he needed to get inside her. Now.
He lifted himself up, parted her legs and thrust his cock into her waiting cunt. In his still-weakened state, he didn’t have the capacity to be gentle, but Faith didn’t seem to mind. She pushed back against him, met him thrust for thrust. His balls slapped against her pussy with every stroke, her tight sheath squeezing him as he pounded into her. He fisted his hand in her hair, used his free hand to pull her hips to him. Slipped his fingers down to where they joined and brushed his thumb over her clit. That was all it took for her to scream out as her orgasm ripped through her, sending her body into fierce tremors that threatened to rip him apart.
His balls and gut tightened with his impending climax. He didn’t bother to hold back, continued to thrust into her as it washed over him, weakening his muscles and dragging all the strength from his body. He pumped his cum into her in short, hard thrusts that rocked her forward until her forehead touched the bed. His chest heaved with his ragged breaths, his whole body ready to melt into the mattress. His still-weakened muscles chose that moment to refuse to hold him up any longer. Spent, wounded and tired, he pulled out and flopped onto his back on the mattress. Reached his hand out for the woman who would always be his.
“Come here, Faith.”
She smiled, crawled across the bed and rested her body next to his, her head on his chest. Her fingers danced across his skin, rested over his heart. “Tired, huh?”
He laughed in response.
“Shouldn’t have exerted yourself so much so soon after those injuries.”
“I wouldn’t have exerted myself, if you hadn’t been so damned sexy and so available.”
She lifted her head, quirked a brow. “So you think I’m easy, huh?”
“Hell no. You’re one of the most stubborn, difficult women I’ve ever met.” He kissed her chin. “I like that about you, though.”
“Good. I’m not going to change just to suit your ideals of what a woman should be.” A laugh bubbled from her throat. “And look who’s talking about stubborn. I swear you’re the man who invented the word.”
He leaned back on the pillow, looked into her dark brown eyes. What had he done to deserve someone like her? Not a damned thing. He would have to spend the rest of his days making sure she understood how cherished she was. Would always be. “I love you, Faith. Always.”
Her eyes misted. “I love you too. What would I have done if you’d gotten yourself killed?”
“Gone on without me, I suppose.”
She smacked his side, not lightly. He winced. “Hey!”
“You deserve it, for talking like that. Knock it off.” She sniffed. “You’re going to make me cry, Sam.”
“Oh, baby, please don’t cry. Nothing happened. I’m fine.”
She traced her fingers down a long, white scar on his side. “Oh, yeah. You’re just fine. I’ve been through hell for you, mister. If you ever pull something as stupid as that again, I’ll take you apart with my bare hands. Understand?”
He laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Funny, Kincaid. Real funny.”
The smile slid from his face as his thoughts took a serious turn. “Are you okay with the whole forever thing? I should have discussed it with you first.”
“Yes, you should have. But I think I’ll be able to forgive you.”
“You think?”
She nodded, her expression solemn, but the humor sparkling in her eyes gave her true thoughts away. “As long as you promise not to ever do something so utterly stupid and chauvinistic again.”
“Done.”
“Good. Then I think we can work out a deal on this forever thing.” She smiled. “But I’ve got to warn you, being a vampire makes me very horny.”
“You don’t say?”
She trailed a line of kisses down his abdomen, circled her fingers around his cock. Despite the fact that he’d just come, it sprang to life in her hands. “You up for a little more play, Kincaid?”
“With you, always. Forever.”
About the author
Born in Gloucester, Massachusetts, Elisa Adams has lived most of her life on the east coast. Formerly a nursing assistant and phlebotomist, writing has been a longtime hobby. Now a full time writer, she lives on the New Hampshire border with her husband and three children.
Eliss welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, OH 44224.
Also by Elisa Adams:
Dark Promises: Demonic Obsession
Dark Promises: Midnight
Dark Promises: Shift of Fate
Dirty Pictures
Dream Stalker
In Darkness
In Moonlight anthology
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