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CHAPTER NINE

ZAND

T he bedroom door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open with my fingertips. Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making her look like a princess. I moved inaudibly on the floorboards. It was a habit formed over decades of existing in the shadows.

Chanel lied in bed on her side with her back to the door.

The white cotton sheets were tangled around her waist, exposing the smooth curve of her spine and the thin straps of her silk pink camisole.

Her hair was spread across the pillow in loose waves.

I could see the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

For a moment, I just watched her, struck once again by how beautiful and alluring she appeared without any effort.

I thought of how close I’d come to losing her to the Lopez family.

I could, and would not ever, let that happen again.

I approached the bed, placing my Glock on the nightstand.

I removed my watch and set it there too.

My shirt followed, then my belt. The buckle made a soft clink as I placed it beside the watch.

The bed dipped slightly beneath my weight as I slid under the covers.

My body found hers like we were magnets.

My arm slipped around her waist, pulling her against my bare chest. Pressing my lips to the nape of her neck, I inhaled her sweet scent.

With another tender nibble on her neck, I inhaled the coconut and lime scent of her hair.

My body desired her just as much as I craved blood.

Feeling this way for a human was both exhilarating and terrifying, even for a vampire like me.

Chanel stirred in her sleep. She murmured something unintelligible before her body registered mine was nearby. “Zand.” Her voice was thick with sleep, confused, but not alarmed by my overbearing presence.

“It’s me. Your Mr. Vampire.” I whispered against her silky, warm skin.

My hand slid beneath her camisole to trace the curve of her stomach.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” I said it sincerely because I meant it.

I was going to have her in her sleep if I had to.

Her participation in the activities was appreciated but not required for me to get off.

Chanel turned in my arms. Her sleepy brown eyes found mine in the darkness. “You’re home early. It’s still dark out.”

Instead of answering, I captured her pouty lips with mine.

The kiss was urgent, the culmination of a thirst that I had to quench as soon as I could.

Her lush lips parted and melted into mine, inviting me deeper into her mouth.

I tasted mint toothpaste and something uniquely Chanel, a flavor I’ve come to crave more than blood.

Her soft hand cupped my cheek, and her touch ignited me. I trailed kisses down her throat. My eager fingers found the hem of her camisole and yanked it upward. She raised her arms, allowing me to slip the silk garment over her head.

In the moonlight, her skin glowed with a radiance that no vampire could ever possess. Chanel would likely attribute it to shea butter moisturizer. I believed the glow came from her inner beauty that couldn’t be contained under her skin.

My hands explored the familiar territory of her body. Each curve I had memorized but never grew tired of exploring over and over again. I had counted the moles and scars and etched them into the annuals of my brain. Every imperfection was the epitome of perfection in my eyes.

“Zand.” She moaned my name like it was the beginnings of a love song.“I need you.”

I needed her, too.

She sighed as my thumb brushed across her solid nipple.

I lowered my head to replace my thumb with my mouth.

Chanel’s back arched to press her breast firmly against my lips.

I swallowed her breast, being extra careful to only lightly scrape my teeth across the firmness of her D cups.

She had just enough tit to fill my mouth completely.

Chanel’s fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on as I lavished attention on one breast first, then the other.

The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils and swirled in the air of the bedroom.

It was the most intoxicating scent. It made my fangs ache with desire.

I resisted the urge to plunge my teeth into her skin.

Instead, I focused instead on the pleasure I could give her without drawing blood.

Her soft hands weren’t idle. They roamed across my shoulders and down the hardened muscles of my back.

Her nails left trails of titillating sensations in their wake.

She was mine, all mine, and I relished that thought every time I laid with her.

She was my temptress. She was my lover, and I hoped she would one day be my queen.

But for now, I had this, and this was everything.

Chanel tugged at my underwear. My girl was impatient.

I aided her by kicking my boxer briefs off at my ankles.

With my help, her silk sleep shorts slid down her legs, removing the last barrier between us.

We were bonded together in a tangle of limbs and desperate, needy touches.

Her fingers traced down my abs and wrapped around my long, thick hardness.

She stroked my cock with knowing precision. I groaned against her collarbone.

Slipping my hand between her creamy thighs, I discovered she was soaking wet. She was always ready for me. With my fingertips, I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at her clit, feeling her hips buck in response to my touch.

“Please, Zand.” My girl gasped, guiding me toward her wet and always tight entrance. “I need you inside me. Please.” She begged.

Teasing her was an option. Making her cry and writhe in pain was another, but not today.

I complied. My intention was to please her.

I wanted to give her what she craved. Pushing my swollen cock into her taut hole, I moved with a measured and deliberate thrust. We both moaned as I sunk inside her tight pussy.

Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her ankles crossed at the small of my back, pulling me deeper into her choppy waters.

For a moment, I savored the sensation of being completely enveloped by her plush, pillowy warmth.

The calm was too calm. I started moving my hips.

I rocked to a rhythm that gradually but quickly built in intensity.

As if this was a competition, Chanel matched me thrust for thrust. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine.

In this moment, the connection between us transcended the physical.

It was something uniquely deeper, maybe spiritual.

It was primal. It was a claiming of our hearts and souls as much as our bodies.

“God, I love you.” She breathed through our mutual pleasure.

Now I could truly understand this feeling, this intense love.

Lately, I’d been physically present but mentally elsewhere for far too long.

I was consumed by the hunt for Teresa and Marisol.

My cock wasn’t giving Chanel all my attention.

I wasn’t giving her what she needed to feel safe and satisfied as humanly possible.

I was slacking on my job of lover, friend, and protector.

It was time for me to make up for my blatant neglect.

I wanted to say I’m here, baby. Your dear mister vampire is back.

Can you dig it? But I said. “I love the fuck out of you. Forever.”Can you dig it was slang from the 70s?

Did she even understand what that meant?

Had she even heard it before? I let my mind take a little detour away from the pleasure so I wouldn’t mentally fall too deep into her pussy and come too quick.

Chanel’s hands moved to my face. Her index finger traced my lower lip. Then, with a deliberate motion that sent shockwaves through me, Chanel turned her wrist to my lips. She offered me her pulse point, her juicy, insatiable vein. “Drink,” she whispered. “I know you want to.” She encouraged.

The invitation was tempting, more than tempting. I could see the raised vein beneath her skin. I could hear the rush of blood moving under her flesh. My gums ached and my fangs throbbed with need. But I shook my head and pressed a gentle kiss to her wrist instead.

“Not tonight, my love.” I murmured. “Tonight, I just want to fuck you.”

Disappointment flickered across her face, but I had plans for her that didn’t involve draining her to sleep.

She needed all her strength to keep this train moving at full speed.

Her blood was just an appetizer. Her meaty, sopping wet pussy was always the meal.

I was going straight to the main course without using utensils.

Without warning, I swiftly flipped her off her back.

I used my hands to force her up on her knees and on all fours.

Did she think she was going to lie on her back this entire fuck festival?

This was my Woodstock 1969. I was going to force my wood as deep inside her as I could, without the heavy rain, mud, and drug use.

I smacked her ass cheek with too much force.

Chanel went barreling toward the headboard.

She didn’t crash into the frame because I was a fucking vampire.

I grabbed her by her neck and pulled her back on my cock before she could suffer a concussion.

Changing the angles of my thrusts, I could accurately hit all the areas inside her womb that I desired.

The view from behind her luscious ass was phenomenal.

From the back, I could go faster at my vampire speed, without her seeing it and freaking out.

I was extra careful when pounding her pussy hard.

I knew I was hitting the spot inside her taut walls that made her eyes roll back.

The feeling was so good that all thoughts of drinking her blood were long forgotten.