Page 30 of Unholy Gambit: Checkmate in Blood (A Paranormal Halloween #5)

In and out with his fingers while he stimulated her clit, and thirty seconds later, she bucked in his palm. Her hips moved once. Twice. He sped with his hand, and she came unglued for him, her second orgasm harder, sharper, more desperate. She gasped and clenched, her breath fluttering.

His experience with virgins told him this was the time. No rest. No coming down from the lusty high.

He rose over her in silence. Meditation from Thais still playing softly in the background, the gentle crackling of the fire, and her racing heart were all he could hear.

He guided himself to her entrance, rubbed the head against her slowly, gently, feeling how her body opened for him — not wide, not yet, but enough.

He braced himself with one hand, cradled her face with the other, and pressed inside her heat.

Measured. Slow. He paused when her body tensed, waiting for her to relax and accept him, and then he moved into her a little more.

Breath by breath, he slid deeper, watching her face. Breathing in the spicy sweet scent of her arousal.

Her hands gripped his arms, and his body pressed against hers, all the way now. Full. Firm.

Still.

He didn’t thrust. Didn’t rock.

He just stayed , letting her feel every inch of him. Letting her body know him. Adjust to him.

The fire crackled behind him.

Her legs lifted, heels slipping against the rug, and he began to move — slow and deep.

No words.

No performance.

Just sensation and reverence and the truth of her body under his.

* * * *

Aury’s legs wrapped around his waist almost without thought, drawing him deeper. The fullness made her ache in ways she didn’t have words for — a little pain, but it was a good pain. Stretched. Filled .

As if her body had been waiting for this shape, this rhythm, for years.

Filled . Not just with his cock that split her so wide she thought she might go crazy with lust, but with him . With his very presence, his willpower, his love, his caring, his strength.

Every inch of him stroked something hot and secret inside her. Heat rolled up from her belly, curled through her spine, gathered behind her ribs.

He moved slow, deep, controlled.

She couldn’t stop watching his face. The way his brows pulled tight with focus, the way his jaw tensed each time he slid home, like he was keeping himself tethered with every ounce of restraint he could manage.

His lips brushed her throat. Her pulse. His tongue traced a path on the side of her neck, and he telepathed, I want you inside me, too, my dear Aurélie, but only when you’re ready…

She suddenly needed to be inside him. She’d wanted this moment from the start. She wanted to feed him. Nourish him.

Yes , she telepathed, and then decided it needed to be said out loud, where God and everyone could hear. “Drink from me. I want to be inside you. Please .”

He kissed her collarbone. Higher. Higher — and bit.

Pain flashed white, sharp and fast, but vanished in the same instant, and there was only pressure. His mouth pulled once, twice … and then the flood came.

Heat.

Need.

A rush so intense she cried out. Her hips bucked into his. Her back arched.

It wasn’t like the first two orgasms. Those had risen over time. Built. This hit like a lightning strike — her whole body lit from inside, every nerve ending singing.

Her hips moved while his were still. She fucked herself on his cock while he held her upper body still and drank from her, sucking her life force into him.

She was still coming when he pulled his fangs free, sealing the marks, and then suddenly he was moving faster, deeper — not rough, but with purpose. With heat.

And her pleasure soared higher, and higher still. Her hips met his, and his pounded hers. She felt him deep inside and wanted him deeper. The friction burned but she needed more.

And he gave it to her. Faster, harder, until her body built again and the release had her screaming, roaring.

When her brain was just about to engage again, her body still fluttering, she felt him shudder.

The first pulse of him inside her made her gasp. The second dragged another moan from her throat. Her walls clenched around him, rippling through the last of her climax while he poured himself into her, his hands locked hard on her hips, like he didn’t dare let go.

He groaned low in her ear, no words, just breath and need .

And then he stilled. Fully sheathed inside her. Head bowed.

Chest to chest.

Heart to heart.

His weight over her, heavy, real, safe.

And hers .

She lifted her heels and wrapped her legs around his body. Her arms were already around him, and she squeezed with all she had. “More, Axel. Fuck .” To herself, she wondered why she’d waited this long, and his retort came fast in her head.

Because I wasn’t here yet.

He moved his upper body away from her, looking down. “It’s time to feed you dessert, darling Aurélie.”

He wouldn’t let her put her dress back on, so she put his shirt on when he went to the kitchen to retrieve her dessert, but he only took it off her and playfully tugged one of her nipples.

“Naughty Aurélie, covering up when her vampire is naked.” He kissed her. “No shame, darling Aury. Not around each other. Ever .”

And so, Aury sat naked in front of the fire while the love of her life fed her Italian stuffed peaches, a new experience for her — baked peach halves filled with crushed amaretti, cocoa, honey, and butter.

Like biting into a love letter, decadent and messy and intimate as fuck.

After her second bite, she asked him, “We aren’t through with, you know, the other stuff, are we?”

He grinned at her. Leaned in. Kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Use your words. We made love my darling Aurélie, my soul mate, the love of my life. Perhaps next week we’ll fuck, but always, there will be lovemaking along with the fucking.”

She blushed, and telepathed what she was thinking because it was too embarrassing to say aloud.

Thank you for teaching me how to touch you.

I need to learn more, but you told me you’d let me, and you did.

It was important. She took a breath to say the next part, even though it wasn’t necessary when telepathing.

I’ve seen porn, so I know I can pleasure you with my mouth, too. Will you teach me that?

He fed her another bite, eyes soft and impossibly warm, before answering.

“I will teach you anything you wish to know, and possibly a few things you won’t want to learn until you’ve fully experienced them.”

She looked at him a few seconds before shaking her head. “Oh no. No butt stuff. That’s exit only.”