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I nearly swallow my tongue when Maggie rips off her nightgown and flings it to the floor. I’ll be damned, she’s just as stunning as I imagined.

Actually, scratch that; she’s even more gorgeous than what I pictured in my head for the past few weeks every time I jerked myself to thoughts of her.

My fangs sink into my bottom lip as my jaw clenches, and I muster every last thread of restraint so I don’t lunge on top of her and drive them into her flawless neck.

Pink tinges her cheeks, and trembling hands come up to cover her breasts, hiding her perfect body from my wandering eyes.

“Don’t do that,” I growl, my voice dipping lower than I ever knew possible.

Reaching for her hands, I pin them to the mattress on either side of her head when I climb on top of her.

My lower half settles between her spread thighs.

The heat radiating from her pussy sends a shiver rippling down my spine.

This is where I’m supposed to be. “Don’t hide your beautiful body from me, Maggie. ”

“But you were just staring at me… I thought you didn’t like what you saw.”

The audacity. My chest rumbles like a caged animal is pacing inside me, low and menacing.

Sitting back on my haunches, I glide my hands over her outer thighs until they rest on her wide hips.

Tightening my grip, my fingers dig into her flesh.

So soft. So smooth. “You call it staring. I call it admiring the peak female form. You’re gorgeous, country girl. ”

My words only make her blush more, a furious trail of red winding down her neck and between her heaving breasts.

Hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I slowly peel them down her legs, giving her plenty of time to stop me. She’s a little skittish, and the last thing I want is to take advantage of her.

“When was the last time this beautiful body was touched?” I ask. Divesting her of her panties, I chuck them over my shoulder and out of sight. “The last time you were worshiped like you deserve, Maggie? When was it?”

My eyes and fingers skim over the mottled skin on her lower abdomen. The scar that led to the precious child sleeping upstairs in the main house.

Leaning down, I place a soft kiss over the silver scar.

How does she not see how incredible she is ?

Maggie’s throat bobs, and she turns her head away from me. “It’s been a while… Not since—” Her voice is barely a whisper, but vampires are blessed with astute hearing, so my ears pick up every heartbreaking word. No one has touched this beautiful woman since her late husband.

“Maggie.” Running a finger along her jaw, I guide her chin toward me, until her sea-glass gaze meets my crimson one.

Opposites in every way. She’s the sunshine to my midnight.

The warmth my icy touch has craved all my life.

“We don’t have to do this. And I should warn you that I have certain tastes.

Certain proclivities as a vampire that you may not desire. ”

Her eyebrows furrow, mouth pinching into a grim line. “Like what?”

“I desire a more vigorous variety of sex. Rougher. Grittier. More primal. But the pleasure will be beyond anything you’ve ever experienced.”

Chin clutched between my fingers, close enough to breathe the same air, I don’t miss when her pupils double in size.

“Will you show me?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to deny her, this glorious creature, spread before me in offering. Deep in my heart, I know one night won’t be enough.

One night will only open the Pandora’s box of cravings already brewing in my veins.

She asked for no strings attached, but she already owns my heart. Every single beat is for her.

I can only resist my attraction to her for so long. If that makes me a terrible being, then so be it. Damn me to hell. I’ll bask in whatever glory she’ll give me. Morsels. Crumbs. I’ll gobble them all up.

I give in to the bloodlust coursing through my veins, lost to its desire. “Yes,” I growl, before slamming my mouth to hers.

Her throaty moans feed the darkness inside me, and my fingers wander to her chest, plucking and pinching her beaded nipples. “Has anyone ever touched you like this?” With a biting grip, I twist one nipple, then the other. Maggie’s answering moans are the most pristine symphony to my ears.

“No,” she whines, head thrashing against the pillow, hips lifting… searching. “But… don’t stop. Please .”

Just as I suspected, there’s a darkness in Maggie that matches my own. A craving for something raw and primal. Is this why her body calls to mine? Like two long-lost lovers, the stars have finally aligned for us.

“Do you want to be my good girl tonight?”

“Yes.” Her moans trail off into a gasp when I run my fingers through her pussy lips.

She’s drenched. The insides of her thighs glisten with the evidence of her arousal.

“Do you like the sound of that?” I pump one digit into her perfect pussy. Fuck, she’s tight. I can’t take my eyes off the way her opening wraps around my finger, sucking it deeper inside her heat. “Viktor’s good girl?”

Maggie’s back arches off the mattress, thighs clenching around me. “God, yes. Please.”

“You know what I’d like even more, sweetheart?”

Kissing a trail down her body—I’m careful not to nick her soft skin with my fangs—until her delicious cunt is right at eye level. Her arousal drips from my finger as I pump lazily in and out of her.

A pathetic whine fills the air when I remove my finger, and I chuckle. “So needy.”

Maggie writhes above me, but I focus on her pretty cunt, spreading her lips with my thumbs and blowing on the wet, engorged flesh. She jerks, but melts back into the bed almost instantly, and a fresh trail of arousal leaks from her opening.

“Wh-what?” She’s breathless, chest heaving when I add a second finger, pushing them into her as my thumb circles her clit.

“I want you to be my filthy whore.”

My words hang in the air, silence settling between us. Fuck , I probably shouldn’t have pushed her so soon. I get the feeling Maggie is relatively vanilla when it comes to sex, but I am not.

I don’t want to hold back with her, especially if I only get tonight. Balls to the wall, as they say. I’m not about to hide my true desires from her.

Maggie’s chest stalls. But her pussy doesn’t lie. It spasms around my fingers, leaking the truth all over my hand: her desire to be degraded.

So I push further with a dark whisper. “Will you be my whore for tonight?”

On bated breath, I wait.

This is it.

The part where she says no.

The part where she takes back the promise of one night together .

Surely, my tastes are too depraved for her. I’ve miscalculated and scared her away before we’ve even begun.

The silence is almost too much to bear, stretching between us until the last thread of my sanity nearly snaps.

Surprising me, Maggie tilts her chin, defiance shining brightly in her pale-green eyes. “Yes.” Her voice is confident and sure, no hint of the earlier hesitation.

Before I can catch myself, my eyes widen, disbelief washing over my features.

Maggie sits upright. Wrapping one hand around the back of my neck, she takes me down to the bed with her. My fingers slip free of her clenching cunt as I nestle my body against her, and my mouth hovers over hers. “Yes, I’ll be your whore.” Her lips curve against mine as they lift into a shy smile.

A rush of pre-cum dampens the front of my pajama bottoms at her words of consent. “Fuck me,” I whisper.

Soft laughter puffs against my lips. “That’s kind of the idea, Viktor.”

I let loose a hearty chuckle that only has her grin growing.

“Mmm, you’re not ready for me yet.”

“Wha—”

I prowl back down her body to resume my ministrations. “You’re wet, but I need you absolutely soaked before you take my cock.” Without breaking eye contact, I lay the flat of my tongue against her opening and swipe up to her clit.

Her flavor bursts across my taste buds, and I nearly lose my load in my pants. She’s perfect. Sweet and musky, with a hint of bitterness, like the perfect apple .

“Yes,” she whispers as her back arches off the bed again. Her hands cup her breasts. Mmm, I can’t wait to play with those while I fuck her. They’re exquisite. Small and perky, lined with beautiful silver stretch marks that bear witness to the life her body has given.

Sucking her clit, I pump two fingers into her slick core, curling them until her eyes slam shut and she moans.

“Mmm. Just like that, Maggie. Show me how beautiful you are when you come on my fingers. Because next time, you’ll be coming with my cock buried deep inside you. Stretching you wide and filling every inch of you.”

At my proclamation, she strangles my fingers to the point that I can barely move them. She’s close.

“D-don’t stop. Please.” Her hoarse cry is music to my fucking ears. I want her pleading on repeat for me all day and night.

My mouth goes back to her clit, licking and sucking at the engorged flesh until it happens. She shatters .

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Maggie’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of her breasts. Her back bows from the mattress, and her mouth opens on a silent scream.

Perfectly thick thighs tighten around my head like the filthiest pair of earmuffs.

But the best part? Her inner muscles contract around my fingers in a rhythmic pattern, pushing her thick cream out to coat them.

And, holy fuck , the monster inside me takes over at the sight of her arousal dripping down my hand. A ravenous energy possesses me, and I snarl. Baring my fangs, I feast on her until I push her into a second orgasm. Her thighs shake against my ears, her beautiful whimpers filling the air.

“Too much, Viktor.” Palms against my shoulders, she pushes, but I drive my tongue into her alongside my fingers to lap up her essence. “Viktor, please.”