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“Please cum inside my mouth, Lucero. Give it to me, you give me everything I want.”

“Anything you want!”

With a roar, I’m pulled back onto his jerking dick. Ropes after ropes of his salty hot cum fill my mouth, leaving no corner spare, and I swallow every drop greedily. Then in a move that is all speed and strength, I’m hulled into Lucero’s lap, his hand shooting down my trousers to wrap around my pulsing lengthand all it takes is one stroke and my balls draw in painfully tight—and I’m screaming out my orgasm.

My lungs fill, my skin burns and sparks and the only reason I stay a single person, instead of shattering, is because of Lucero’s arms anchoring me to his chest, while shock after shock snakes up my spine and blasts my nervous system.

When it ends I’m a shaking mess in Lucero arms, drained and with not a single thought left. Boneless and breathing hard, Lucero drapes his forearms over my shoulder and lets free the smallest laugh, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

“Mhm,” he agrees, eyes closing.

“Wanna do that again?”

Under me, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Oh no, what have I created?”

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Lucero

“Where are you going?” Golden asks, half asleep and tangled in sheets.

Fully dressed, I kneel beside the bed and cup his cheek. “I need to go feed, beautiful.”

Golden blinks away his dreams. “Are you going to be rough?”

“No. I’ll be gentle, careful. I only hurt people when I wasn’t myself. Or rather, too much like myself.”

Golden snuggles into my touch. “Jerk.”

Chuckling on a breath, I trace his soft cheek. “I am.”

“Try not to do that anymore. Unless they’re like…a murderer or something.”

“I promise.” And brush his curls away from his face.

He yawns, half-lidded and warm. “How old were you when you was turned?”

Carefully, I move Golden back and lay beside him. Our heads resting on the same pillow, fingers entwined.

“Thirty-two.”

“And are your DVDs the things you collect to keep your head in order?”

“Mhm. But it’s changed over the years. Once it was china cups.”

This makes him laugh. “Why?”

Shrugging, I say, “They’re pretty. Just like you.” He rolls his eyes and I smirk, brushing my lips across his temple.

Golden snuggles closer, his arms snaking under me to wrap them around my middle. “Is it scary? That need to collect things?”

“I can’t speak for all vampires, but I do tend to tunnel vision when I want something.”

“No kidding,” he replies sarcastically.

Carding my fingers through his curls, I kiss the top of his head. “We’ll talk more. You need to learn everything about being a vampire before…well.”

“I’m not going to change my mind,” he replies on a yawn.