There was no gradual climb to pleasure. It was practically forced on her. Evie’s orgasm struck her hard. She came, screaming his name, as he continued to power his fingers in and out of her core.
When she started to slide down the wall, Craig surged to his feet. He ripped at the opening to his jeans and released his cock. It was long and thick, the bulbous head red and slick. Evie reached for his shaft, but her fingers had barely closed around it when he pushed her hand away. “No. I’m about two seconds from coming.”
He lifted her, spread her legs and pressed the thick head of his cock against her opening. “Evie.” He said her name and she managed to look at him, still partially lost in the fog of her previous orgasm. She knew what he wanted, what he needed.
“Yes.”
He gave a broken cry and thrust, driving deep. She clung to him, rubbing her aching nipples against his firm chest.
He held her tight, breathing heavily.
“Evie. My Evie.” He said the words over and over, chanting them like a prayer.
His cock flexed and pulsed inside her. She felt filled by Craig, surrounded by his power, his caring.
She loved the flex and play of the muscles in his arms and back as he began to move. He was strong and hard and absolutely perfect. She touched him everywhere, unable to get enough.
He powered in and out of her slick channel, her inner muscles rippling around his hard length. Her body was already rocketing toward another orgasm. It had never been like this with anyone else. Only Craig.
“Harder,” she encouraged. “More.”
She bucked her hips, trying to take him deeper.
With a yell, he wrapped his arms around her and staggered to the daybed, falling heavily upon it. Flat on her back on the bare mattress, Evie gazed up at her lover. His fangs were down and his eyes were now glowing red. She turned her head to one side and stretched her neck, offering him everything she was.
He struck hard and fast, his fangs easily piercing her skin. She cried out, her pussy clamping around his cock. He continued to drink from her, thrusting his hips, slamming his cock in and out.
Evie was lost in a haze of sexual pleasure. She thought she screamed but wasn’t sure if it was out loud or only in her mind. Her pussy rippled as her orgasm surged through her, even more powerful than the last one.
Craig eased his fangs out and licked the wound. Then he turned his head, exposing his neck. “Bite me.”
She didn’t hesitate. The thick cords of his neck beckoned. Then his blood was spilling into her mouth. She moaned and her body continued to shake and shudder. Another orgasm or one long one. She didn’t know and didn’t care.
Craig’s cock grew thicker, his movements more frantic. She knew if she were still human she’d have bruises. But as a vampire those small marks from their lovemaking disappeared almost as soon as they formed, her body almost immediately healing itself.
Craig’s big body shuddered and he held the back of her head, encouraging her to keep drinking. She felt the burst of liquid heat as he came inside her. She withdrew her fangs and closed the puncture wounds, savoring the taste of his blood in her mouth and the feel of his cock rippling inside her.
Perfection.
Craig collapsed on top of her. Evie wrapped her arms around him and hugged him as tight as she could.
He was muttering something under his breath, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. When she did, she slowly released him.
Craig pushed up onto his hands, their bodies still joined. Evie gasped and jolted slightly when his cock seemed to grow rather than get smaller.
“You heard what I said?”
She nodded.
“I meant it, you know.” He leaned down and kissed her lips. It was such a gentle caress it brought tears to her eyes.
“I love you, Evie.” He flexed his hips slightly, wringing a groan from her.
“And not just because we’re so compatible sexually. You fascinate me.
You’re so independent and strong, yet you have a vulnerable, artistic soul.” He sighed and lowered his forehead so it was resting against hers. “I wasn’t going to rush you, but I want us to be together.
Come live with me. Share my life.”
Whether it was endorphins from her sexual release or her pleasure at his words, Evie didn’t know, but she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.
“This is you not rushing me?”
Craig gave her a sheepish grin. “I didn’t ask you to marry me, did I? I’m saving that for maybe tomorrow or the next day.”
Fear leapt to the fore, practically strangling her, but she fought it. This was one man who would never let her down.
She knew that all the way to her very soul.
“I appreciate your restraint.” Her wry tone made him smile. But there was a tension thrumming through him, and she knew why. It was time for her to be brave too. She stroked his face, his straight nose, his cheeks, his strong jaw.
“I love you too. I don’t know how it happened. I fought it, but it didn’t matter.
I love you.”
Craig rolled to his back, taking her with him so she was lying on top of him.
They lay there in silence for a long time, simply holding one another and savoring their declarations of love, their commitment.
“I wasn’t kidding about marriage,” he finally said.
“I know. But let’s take it a little slow and see how your family feels first.”
That was a worry for Evie.
He smiled up at her. “You make me happy. That’s all they’ll care about.”
She wasn’t quite so sure, but she didn’t say anything to spoil the moment. He rubbed his hands over her butt, squeezing the firm mounds. She squirmed slightly and his cock flexed inside her.
“You can’t be serious.” She lifted until she was sitting up. The action drove his shaft deeper, making both of them moan.
“Deadly serious.” He held her hips and urged her to move. “But we better be quick. It’s probably only a matter of time until Damek shows up at the door.
We were supposed to go to his place as soon as the sun went down.” Craig glanced around the room. “Plus, we’ve got a lot of work to do here, cleaning and boxing what we can save and getting rid of the rest.”
Her stuff. She’d forgotten all about it in the heat of the moment.
“Hey.” Craig cupped the side of her face. “We’ll fix everything. Together.
You’ll paint, I’ll design video games and invest. It’s all good.” The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly. “There’s a small attic space in the building that would make a great studio. We could put in a skylight with a retractable shutter so you could paint by moonlight or during the day if you can’t sleep.”
God, if she didn’t already love him, she would now. “That sounds perfect.”
He looked slightly uncomfortable. “I tend to get lost in my work sometimes, not surfacing for days.”
Evie smiled at him and began to move, rising and falling on his thick erection. “That’s okay. I’ll think of something to distract you from your work when I want your attention.”
Craig laughed and then groaned when she deliberately squeezed her pussy muscles, squeezing his cock tight.
“I bet you will.”
Then there was nothing but the sounds of their passion filling the night.
Epilogue
Craig surveyed the small space, satisfied with what had been accomplished in such a short time. He had his family and the Haven pack to thank for that. Everyone had put in time on the project, working extra hours to get it done quickly.
His life had changed so much in the past month. Only four weeks ago, he’d wandered down a dark alley when he’d heard a cry. Now he was happier than he’d ever imagined he could be.