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
“Hit a hole in one?” he asks, and I am now the one who is confused. “Insert his tab into your slot? Plugged his cord into your outlet?” I feel my face turning bright red as I hold up a hand for him to stop. I’m not sure what else he’s got on the list of descriptive ways to say penetration, but I do
EmoryI am listening to Rainer’s words and trying to digest them, but I’m not completely sure I understand what he is saying to me.“It was the blood?” I ask him, and he nods at me. “But… there was so little of it. Less than whenever I am menstruating by far.”When he shakes his head, his dark curls