Page 90 of Bruised MC Bear

I nodded. Vincent claimed my mouth before I could answer. Breathless, I accepted his urgent kiss, already desperate to feel his hands roaming down my body. I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he pulled up the hem of my stretchy top and pushed back my bra. Arching my back, I raised my arms and let him strip it off. He shrugged out of his shirt after, balling up both our tops before throwing it across the room.

The rest of our clothes were quickly discarded between hungry kisses, desperate exploring and wild caresses everywhere our hands and mouths could reach. Completely naked, Vincent lowered his head to my breasts. He licked and teased and tasted each nipple, pressing his thick arousal against my leg. After my moaning turned into pleas for him to take me, Vincent gripped around my waist, rolling us over until I was on top of him. I let my legs settled on either side of him as he kissed me again. I pressed my throbbing bud against his lower stomach and hardness. I was so wet, aching for him.

I rolled my hips for more, and soon, I pulled from his kiss, stared into his eyes, and crawled back until my head hovered around his midsection. I took him in my mouth, lowering my head as far as it could go, then back up again. I ran my tongue from tip to base, even more aroused now as he groaned and ran his hand through my hair, showing me the pace he enjoyed it the most. His eyes rolled back into his head. I was sure I could take him over the edge with a few more minutes of attention, but he stopped me and dragged me up his body until I was straddling him again.

He didn’t make me wait a second longer. His hands found my waist. He lifted me up. Positioning himself, he wrenched me down. I moaned from the intense pleasure in my core, unable to stop my hips from gliding along his length. I held on to his biceps, helping him as we rode each other.

If I could, I would go all night long like this. I laced my fingers into his, crying out his name as each thrust hit deeper inside my womb. We moved faster, lost in the rhythm that compelled us forward. He pulled me forward to lay my chest on his, and I held my breath when he brushed his lips along my neck. His stroke sped up. He was close, and I was sure that I was closer. That was when I told him to feed from my neck.

I didn’t need to ask him twice.

He pierced my skin, and I hissed when his fangs latched into my bloodstream. I could feel the blood leaving my body, strengthening him with the flow of life we were now ordained to share. He continued his thrusts, and flickers of light shone underneath my eyelids as I tumbled over the edge. My stomach and thighs tightened, and walls clenched against his thick mass now buried deep inside me as he continued to feed. I writhed along his length, still caught under the waves of an orgasm that went on and on, and soon, he released my neck and came too.

After a few minutes, I stretched out beside him, panting hard to catch my breath. My neck was sensitive from his bite, which he kissed and licked to soothe the sting. I would have put a bandage on it, but honestly, I didn’t want to leave his side. Eventually, I rolled to my side to look at him. He was smiling a contented, unpretentious smirk.

“You knew tonight was going to happen, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“I was like a machine with no free will, Vincent. Was that you?”

“Yes and no. You’re bound to me, but it’s the curse that brought you to be in my presence.”

“It made me stop what I was doing and come to you. Do you realize I have no phone, no wallet, and not even a fall jacket? Speaking of which, I need to get in touch with Angel. She must be worried sick.”

Vincent pulled the covers up the bed and over our bodies. “She knows you’re here. Axe phoned after you left. I explained what was happening, and phoned them back when you called from the gate.”

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” I told him.

“It’s not over yet, I’m afraid.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m not.”

“What’s on the agenda after this?”

“You won’t be able to leave my side.”

“During the full moon?”

“No.”

“For how long?”

A somber expression came over his face. “Not until you take your last breath.”

“Come again?”

“You and I are joined until death, Sonya. Your death, as I’m immortal, or undead … however you prefer to look at it.”

“Joined as in … how much distance are we talking about when you say I can’t leave your side?”

“About the size of this estate … five thousand acres, give or take.”

“What? That’s not even eight square miles. What if I don’t comply? What if I just leave?”

“You don’t want to do that. Trust me.”