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With a growl, I drop her hips, dropping my hands to the mattress by her shoulders. I continue to drive forward, fucking her deeper into the cushion of the bed. At this angle, I can curl my hips at the top of each thrust in hopes of stimulating her clit and hitting the elusive G-spot.

I must be doing something right, because Maggie moans and thrashes under me like a banshee. Her hands go to my back again, and I revel in the first slice of her nails through my skin. “Yes, sweetheart. Let it out. Give it to me.”

Electricity races down my spine, and my balls draw up tight to my body. Not yet. I need Maggie to come first.

“Come on, whore. Come on my cock. Mark me as yours.” For good measure, I sneak a hand between our bodies and strum her clit like a man possessed.

For the third time tonight, Maggie explodes in my arms, wailing as she clamps around my shaft.

And as much as I want to come inside her warmth, the overwhelming need to mark her skin as mine wins out.

Sitting up again, I pull from her still spasming cunt, instantly missing the heat of her body.

My hand flies up and down my cock in a death grip until the orgasm finally takes flight.

The first spurt of milky-white cum lands on her perfect breasts.

The next on her soft belly. And the last few coat the red flesh of her used pussy.

She’s magnificent, lying spent in my bed. Wearing my cum.

“You took me so well, Maggie.”

She moans, eyes fluttering shut, hands limp at her sides.

“You were perfect.” I continue to praise her while I swipe my fingers through the mess on her pussy. Gathering as much cum as I can, I push my fingers into her. She whines, but her hips rock like a gentle ocean wave.

Can I make her come one more time before she leaves?

Give her a night she’ll never forget.

Hooking my fingers against her G-spot, I press my other thumb over her clit. When she doesn’t protest, I add a little pressure. “One more, sweetheart. I know you have it in you.”

Eyebrows drawn together, eyes closing, her hands fist in the sheets like she’s concentrating, trying to give me what I asked for. “One more.” The words are so soft, I doubt they’d be audible without my exceptional hearing.

Permission granted, I work my fingers faster, harder. But not too hard. I don’t want to hurt her.

I may like to degrade and call her a whore, but I never want to inflict physical pain on Maggie. In fact, nausea roils in my gut at the thought. I’d rather die.

Maggie’s hips rock faster, riding my fingers and drawing my focus back to her. “That’s it. Good whores get to come over and over and over.”

“Yesss,” she hisses. This time, when she comes, it’s like a wave washes over her body as her head tips back on an airy sigh. Her back arches, and her thighs clench around my hands, keeping them in place until the wave is taken out by the tide and her body settles back onto the bed.

As much as I want to lie down next to her and pull her body to me, my cum still lingers on her skin, sticky and cold now that some time has passed.

Making a quick trip to the bathroom, I wet a washcloth with warm water. Remembering the scratches on my back, I twist until I can see them in the mirror, but my skin is already healed. Damn my vampire genetics. The one time I wish I didn’t heal at lightning speed. I want her marks on my skin.

With a sigh, I leave the bathroom and swing by the fridge to grab two bottles of water. My head is already dizzy, so I can only imagine how Maggie feels after four orgasms.

When I return to the bed, her chest rises and falls in a gentle motion.

Huh. She must have fallen asleep. Anticipation rushes through me at the thought of Maggie sleeping in my bed, and the prospect of having her one more time.

But alas, I can’t keep her here. What if Lily wakes up?

What if she has a bad dream and needs her mom?

It would be stupid and selfish of me to keep Maggie in my bed. Hopes dashed, I swipe the cloth over her skin, wiping away any evidence of our time together.

“Thank you.” Maggie’s soft voice startles me.

Her lids spring open, and I’m met with two glittering gemstones.

“That was pretty freaking amazing.” She smiles wide, my favorite gap between her teeth on full display, and my heart pinches.

Stay , I want to say, but I know she can’t give me more. She can’t give me her heart.

“Yeah,” is all I can manage as I finish cleaning her up.

Silently, we drink our water and get dressed. “One night” is over, only to remain as a memory I revisit often.

Walking her to the door, I resist the urge to pull Maggie back to the bed and keep her there for another round. I can’t, though. If I’m already this far gone after being in her pussy once, it’ll only be worse the more times I take her .

“I guess I’ll see you in the morning, then?” She chews on her bottom lip and fiddles with the bottom of her cardigan. Both are sure signs that she’s nervous.

“Bright and early.” Idiot . Tell her to stay. Tell her you’ve waited decades for her.

Rising onto her toes, she places a kiss on my cheek. “Night, Viktor.”

Then she’s gone. Out the door like nothing happened.

I can’t take my eyes off her as she retreats to the main house.

She fades into the darkness until she reappears on the back deck, illuminated by the soft glow of the outdoor lights.

Hand resting on the door handle, she hesitates.

Interesting . My heart hammers when she turns to glance over her shoulder before going inside.

I swear there’s a hint of regret in her pale eyes, but even my vision isn’t precise enough to catch it at this distance.

The light flicks off a second later, but I can’t tear my eyes away, my enhanced vision still able to decipher the outline of the closed door.

My cheek burns from her lips when I finally turn away, bracing my back on the wall and letting out a groan. I knew it. I fucking knew it.

One night with Maggie isn’t enough, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist her.

And honestly, I’m done trying.