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Chapter 16

Rolf

I nstead of letting his worry take over, he focused on her body, so close to his. He swallowed a few times as her eyes bore into him. He crawled over her, relishing the way her body was spread out before him. Gorgeous curves, thick black hair, eyes like the brightest stars in the sky.

My darkness .

Possessiveness overcame him for the briefest of moments. He wanted to claim her so no one else could touch her. His hand hovered around the ties of his pants as he debated baring his body to her. Then he stopped. Perhaps it was best that he remain clothed; her words still echoed in his head about not finishing. Something swirled low in his gut—fear? Desire? Right now, the two were so closely entwined he doubted he’d be able to tell them apart.

I wanted this , he reminded himself.

He had thrown caution to the wind, weighed the risks, and had chosen this path. He planted kisses along the delicate skin of the underside of her breasts.

She hummed. “You know, I have never liked beards before now.”

“What changed?” he asked and chuckled against her stomach, causing her to giggle in response.

She replied, a smile playing on her lips, “You did.”

The look in her eyes hinted at mischievousness, and he wanted to pin her down and tickle her until she squealed. He moved his hands to grab her wrists, but she slithered out of his grasp easily.

“Don’t,” she laughed, glee dancing in her bright blue eyes. He didn’t know vampires could laugh, but the sound was sweet and light and reminded him of that first glimpse of spring when the snow melted and the bulbs sprouted.

At that, he stilled and looked at her—really looked at her. Her pupils had dilated, and her nails and fangs had elongated. Normally, he assumed he should be afraid of this change in her, but her appearance hadn’t changed out of anger.

Does she feel the same way? His heart jumped at the thought.

This entire time, he thought maybe he had been fooling himself. There was no way this vampire assassin would have feelings for him . And that revelation made him even more ravenous for the moans he wanted to elicit from her. If she were going to discover his darkest secrets, he would give her an experience she wouldn’t forget. So when she eventually did kill him, at least he had given her something pleasant to remember him by.

He dipped his head then and kissed his way up her ribcage, stopping briefly to take each nipple into his mouth. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she arched her back as if she wanted him to take all of her into his mouth.

Gladly , he thought and sucked on each of her breasts with fervor as he dipped a finger between her legs. Then he took one of her hardened peaks between his teeth and rolled it around, flicking it with his tongue. He lifted his eyes to watch her face as she gasped and groaned. Then he kissed his way up to the curve where her neck met her shoulder. He slid another finger inside her and nipped at her skin, biting a little harder when she sighed. He let go and smiled at the pink markings his teeth left.

“I need to feel you,” she breathed.

He tilted his head, opening his mouth to say something, but her lips crashed onto his. He stroked her deeper and growled into her mouth, “You’re soaked.”

She whimpered in reply.

“How do you want me?” he asked, eager to let her take the lead. His fingers stilled, and he pulled back, searching her lust-filled eyes for a hint.

She smiled seductively and pushed his head down between her legs.

“Taste me.”

It wasn’t a request but a command, and gods did he want her to command him for the rest of their time together. He had always been in control, the one to call the shots, but he figured, for her, he could change things up a little. Right then, he swore that if either of them made it out of this predicament alive, he would gladly feast on her whenever she desired it.

She pushed herself against his face, and he groaned into her, driving his tongue deeper. Rolf swore he could do this for hours and never tire. Her exclamations drove him wild, and he desperately wanted to take her into another plane of existence. He slipped his finger out of her, sucking on it a few times, relishing her taste. She whined and tried to get his head back between her legs. Her clit was swollen, and he placed a simple kiss on it. He flicked his tongue over it again while his wet finger slid slightly lower, playing with her sensitive, puckered entrance.

He lifted his head in question, watching her body twitch and undulate as he probed her slowly with the tip of his finger. “Is this?—?”

Adeline just nodded frantically and pulled hard at her nipples. With her consent, he sucked on her clit while his finger teased lower.

“Ohhhh, Rolf,” Adeline breathed as his finger pushed into her. She clenched at first, but then relaxed, his finger working into her gently with slow circles. She moaned gutturally, “Oh gods.”

He slid his tongue against her. She was divine, writhing under his ministrations, and he was starved for her pleasure. But her hands on his shoulder stilled him. Immediately, he stopped and pulled back.

“Come here,” she whispered, trying to pull him up between her legs.

She threaded her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. His free hand drifted to the tie at his pants, but he fumbled.

Oh.

He could smell blood before he knew what had happened. Her teeth clamped down on his neck, but he felt no pain, just an overwhelming tidal wave of extreme pleasure. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he groaned as he fought the pleasure that pulsed through his body and threatened to send him over the edge.