Emory As I eat my dinner, I contemplate whether or not I am letting myself get carried away with the feelings I am developing for Kane. I have heard about women becoming obsessed with their captors before, but it doesn’t seem like he is my captor. On the contrary, in many ways, it seems like he is
“Careful now!” Helga warns from across the room. “Don’t go saying things you can’t take back, Nellie.” “Oh, hush!” Nellie says, swatting a hand at her coworker. “I’m not saying I think he’s ready to call the wedding off or anything, but I have noticed the way he looks at you. The way he checks on y
Emory I am trying my best to fall asleep, but my mind continues to spin with thoughts of Kane and the kiss we shared earlier in the night. The feeling has faded from my flesh, but it continues to burn in my mind, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s any possibility he is still thinking of me. Di
Alternating between sucking on my clit and probing me with his tongue, he continues to lap up my juices, bringing me closer than I’ve ever been to an orgasm. I feel my muscles tighten, my pussy begin to spasm around his face, and I want to come so badly, but I’m not sure if it’s okay when he hasn’t
Kane I walk back to my room, collecting the shoes I’d left in the hallway, my shirt in my hands, thinking about what a horrible fucking person I am. There’s simply no way to ever explain or justify what has just happened, not to anyone who isn’t a vampire anyway, and I completely deserve it if Emor
“Not anymore, I’m not,” I tell her. “We’ve already talked about this, Opal. I’m not interested in fucking you. We’ll do it when we have to, when it’s time to conceive children, but your attitude completely turns me off, in every way imaginable, and unless and until you become a more attractive perso
Emory I wake up sore in places I’ve never felt before, and it takes me a moment to remember why. I try not to even roll over because of the muscle pain I feel in my core. Blinking against the sun streaming in from between the splits in the curtains, I feel a pain that radiates from my forehead, whe
“Thank you,” I tell her, but I know there’s nothing on the shelves that will fix the pain I’m feeling. “Your breakfast is ready when you are, dear,” she says, gesturing at the tray on the table. I’m not hungry at all, but I thank her again and go to get dressed. When I am ready, I come back out to