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My heart thumps in my ears, the beat out of control with no real pattern. Between my legs, Zav moans. This man ismoaningjust from the taste of me. Talk about a fucking turn on.

His hips grind against the bed as he goes down on me. That’s how desperate he is for friction. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

His tongue swirls around my clit and then he sucks on it, sending a riot of fireworks up my spine to explode behind my lids.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god,” I chant, my fingers seeking and searching for purchase and finally finding it in Zav’s silky soft hair. It’s his turn to whimper as I yank.

When I come down from my high, I find him watching me from between my thighs, his eyes wide with awe and something like reverence.

His lips quirk into a half-smile. “Next time, you better screammyname. If you don’t”—his voice deepens, green eyesdarkening to an emerald that borders on black— “there will be consequences.”

I shiver at the tone of his voice—at the delicious promise lingering there that says I might like my consequences even if I’m slightly terrified to find out what they are.

He strokes his fingers over my wet core, two digits slipping inside easily while his thumb presses against my clit. I gasp, hips jolting.

He grins, eyes flashing. “How many times do you think I can make you come?” He cocks his head to the side. “You’ve already come once. Hmm? Three? Five? More?”

“I don’t know,” I gasp as he works his fingers in and out of me.

“God, do I love a challenge. You’re one I look forward to conquering.”

He rises up, mouth claiming mine even as his fingers work me. I feel like maybe I should be embarrassed by how wet I sound, but I realize this is Zav and I have nothing to be embarrassed about.

Another orgasm shudders through me all too easily and with Zav’s mouth still on mine he swallows each sound I make.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come,” he croons, lips grazing my neck. “You flush the prettiest shade of pink. Pink just might be my new favorite color.”

With a groan, I give him a shove and he rolls onto the other side of the bed. Now that I know he’s a vampire with freakish strength and healing abilities and who knows what else, I know that he’s only rolled over becausehewants to. He smiles at me, crossing his arms behind his head. It flexes his biceps, and I can’t help but stare. I bite my lip when I get an eyeful of his cock pressing against his sweatpants. A guy in sweatpants is unrivaled.

“Can I?” My eyes dart to his, seeking permission.

“If I come the second you touch me, no judging.”

I press my lips together in a futile effort to hide my smile. My heart leaps in my chest.

My hand finds him over his pants, palming his length.

Zavier hisses between his teeth, hips bucking. When I look back up at him, his eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip, incisors poking out. My core flutters at the power I have over this man. Later, maybe I’ll have the sanity to be horrified by how much his fangs turn me on, but now’s not the time to question my mental well-being.

My fingers are shockingly steady as I pull down the top of his sweatpants and his boxer-briefs, revealing just the tip of his hard cock. I lick my lips in anticipation. I feelgreedyfor this man. Now that I’ve given in to this pull between us a boldness and rightness comes over me. Leaning over on all fours, I fully free him and stroke my hand up and down his shaft. His warm, smooth flesh is surprisingly velvety to the touch. A particular vein runs the length of his cock and in a trance, I trace it with my pointer finger.

He groans, crooking his arm over his eyes. “Jesus, fuck. Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna come just watching you touch me.” The words leave him in a stream.

Hesitantly, I lean forward and take just the tip of him in my mouth. I hum at the taste of him on my tongue as I suck away the pre-cum. His hands come down, needing something to hold onto, and his fingers fist in my sheets. He’s muttering something under his breath, I think reciting the Hippocratic oath which is both random and honestly such a Zav thing to do.

I take him a bit further in my throat and laugh around his length when he stutters on his words.

I guess it’s my laugh that does him in and he comes, shooting down my throat in a thick stream. I gag at the unexpectedness of it. Eyes watering, I let him go after I’ve swallowed every drop.

He meets my eyes, his face red with embarrassment. “Oops.”

I laugh again and plant a kiss on his jawline. I can’t stop the uncontrollable peals of it that are only cut off when I find myself thrown down on the mattress with his body looming above me.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” I giggle, unable to help myself.

“Liar.” He kisses me. “I need to be in you.”