Page 58 of Road Trip with a Vampire

I reached up on tiptoes and pressed a lingering kiss to his other cheek. I wasn’t good at saying I love you back, but hopefully one day soon I would be.

“Does this mean,” Peter murmured, his voice just above a whisper, “that you’ve forgiven me?”

I kissed his lips this time. “Yes.” He shuddered against me, and I kissed him again. “I just needed a little time to get there.”

A moment later he scooped me up into his arms like I weighed no more than a doll.

His strong arms cradled me close, and I went willingly, my head resting against his broad chest. With his head bowed and his forehead pressed to mine, he walked us slowly through the apartment until we reached the closed door to my bedroom.

He swallowed so hard I could feel the movement beneath my cheek. “Does this also mean you’ll let me show you all the ways I’ve missed you?”

I craned my neck so I could smirk up at him. “Do you mean will I sleep with you?”

He huffed a laugh, brushing my nose with his. “Something like that.”

“I’ll let you sleep with me,” I admitted. I traced my fingertips down the column of my throat, watching as his eyes tracked the movement. His arms tightened around me. “I’ll let you do other things, too.”

He swallowed. “Zelda. What are you saying?”

He knew what I meant, but he needed me to say it out loud.

He’d bitten me every time we’d had sex, but only ever on my express invitation.

Maybe even with his memories restored he just didn’t trust himself to act on his biological imperative to bite unless he had clear confirmation it was what I wanted.

Hopefully, one day, he would know I would always want his bite. In the meantime, I lifted myself up so I could whisper it in his ear. “I’m saying I want you to bite me.”

If I’d thought I’d seen Peter move fast before, it was nothing compared to how he wrenched open my bedroom door, then all but threw me on my bed.

His sweatshirt was off a heartbeat later, and then my own clothes, all lying in a forgotten heap as he crawled over me.

Tentative touches and grateful words were gone now, the predatory gleam in Peter’s eyes letting me know better than words ever could how much he wanted me.

“Sorry if I’m moving too fast,” he breathed. He was shivering with need, all but vibrating with it. “If you need me to stop—”

He let the rest of that sentence hang between us as he kissed his way down my body. My nerves were aglow with sensation and sizzling anticipation as he kissed and touched, and I dug my hands into his soft brown hair to ground myself.

When I gave his locks a gentle tug, I reveled in the broken sound that escaped him.

“If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you,” I promised, gasping when he paused at my navel to swirl his tongue. “But I won’t need you to stop.”

He let out a choked noise halfway between a laugh and a sob.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of my stomach.

I writhed at the feeling, at the scratch of his stubble when he moved lower, and then lower still.

Though there was no space left between our bodies, he was still too far away.

“But gods , I can think of no better way to go.”

I hardly recognized the sound that escaped me when his cock slid home.

It was raw, primal, and my back bowed off the bed, body arching up, up, up against his as I urged him on.

It was like we had never been apart when he began moving, his body pistoning into mine with so much pent-up desire, the force of it knocked my head against the headboard.

I didn’t care; the small blossom of pain just ratcheted up my pleasure, made me want him to go a little harder, a little rougher.

I gripped his ass in both hands and dug the sharp points of my nails into him as he moved and swore above me, coaxing him forward, willing him to never stop.

“You feel…so fucking good,” he gritted out. The tendons in his neck stood out in sharp relief as he strained above me, his dark eyes cloudy with desire as he fought to maintain eye contact. “I never told you.”

He had. Many times. Never in words, but it had been crystal clear in every look, in every intimate touch, just how much he loved this.

I strained upward to press a sloppy kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I will never tire of this,” I told him for the first time. His cock swelled impossibly larger inside me. “No matter how many more years I live, I will always want you.”

He swore, then collapsed on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my shoulder before his lips attached themselves to the side of my neck. His tongue started moving, swirling in tight, needful circles in time with the rhythm of his hips.

I swallowed. “You want to bite me,” I breathed. “Don’t you?” He did. I knew he did. He wouldn’t be able to come without it.

Peter, long past the point of being able to form words, answered my question with a high-pitched whine and a grunt.

He reared up, pulling one of my legs over his hip, changing the angle, driving deeper, harder.

I tangled one hand in his hair and reached up with the other to touch the side of my neck, tracing my fingertips teasingly over the spot I knew he wanted.

His eyes darkened, narrowing on the place where I was touching myself.

His nostrils flared.

“You can bite me,” I said.

His thrusts sped up, became erratic. “Zelda—” he begged.

“I want you to.”

He made one last incoherent keening sound—

—a moment before he reared back and sank his teeth deep, deeper into my neck.

My senses exploded into infinite points of brilliant light.

I felt my scream more than heard it, the venom that was already slipping through my bloodstream amplifying my pleasure a thousandfold.

There were no words to describe the ecstasy that flooded my senses, and I came instantly, and then a second time before I’d even stopped convulsing.

I heard Peter’s distant moans, felt his thrusts quicken and become more erratic as my bliss stretched on and on.

I was gasping, mindless as Peter grunted and suckled at the wounds his teeth had made in my neck, his rough hands digging into my hips so hard bruises already blossomed beneath his fingertips.

“Peter,” I managed as I reached up and pressed at the back of his head, encouraging him to drink more.

A moment later every muscle in his body locked up tight, even as his mouth stayed latched on my neck.

His release pulsed inside me in time with the movement of his tongue, and godsdamnit, I came a third time, our bodies a tangle of scrabbling hands and limbs as we succumbed to the pleasure coursing through us both.

Later there would be time to talk through what things might look like for us going forward. A vampire and a witch, falling in love against all odds.

Later, though.

Not right now.

Because right now, I had Peter with me in my bed, cradling me close and whispering tender words of endearment into my hair. Telling me how much he’d missed me, and how he would never, ever let me go again.

As I drifted off to sleep, my head on his chest, the wind howling outside my bedroom window, I decided that for now, that was more than enough.