beside
me. His sheathed cock brushed my hip, long and achingly
hard.
He rolled, encasing me underneath his taunt upper body
crawled, his weight delicious, trapping me between his
forearms.
“ I could kiss you all night,” Loren whispered against my lips.
He was so close, but not nearly enough to appease my unreasonable
need of him. “I used to imagine doing just that.”
I pressed my mouth against his, needing to devour him the way
he did me. Loren rolled again, taking me with him, so I sprawled
across him. He was unusually gentle with me, taking his time until
I was moving restlessly, but I couldn’t incite him to
rush.
Through
impossible odds, I relaxed and found my body slowing to his speed
while his hands skimmed my back, down my spine and up
again.
“ Loren?” I asked hesitantly.
“ What, my love?”
“ Do you truly want me, or is this just because Gene had
me?”
“ Sara, I truly and completely need you. It’s not a
want any longer, and hasn’t been for a long time,” he confessed,
and kissed the tip of my nose. “If I could’ve taken you sooner, I
would have.”
“ What, so no more sex with others?” I joked. I always had when
I was nervous. Particularly about commitment. Commitment to
another, who’d have the power to break me in the worst way
possible.
“ I loved watching you get fucked.” He growled. “That doesn’t
bother me. Its just sex. A game even. But when it’s just us,
there’s an enormous difference.”
I nodded in understanding. For me, there
was a distinct difference between an act of sex, and something more, full of
depth and emotion attaching you to another person. There were rules
to be followed, but they were individual to that person, or the
couple involved. Communication was a key-factor and that more than
anything else was what went wrong with Gene and
I.
“ You know what being pureblood means for us.
How much more we feel than you do. I wish I could make you
understand how you completely captivate me. Such as how when you
enter a room, everything else stops. I cease to listen when others
talk to me, and try to listen when you speak to others,” he
continued unabashed. “I’ve never done these things for anyone else. And I don’t
understand why I do half of them, but there is no stopping
it.”
“ It doesn’t make sense to me either.”
“ You don't believe I feel this way for you,” he
mused..
“ Think about it.”
His brow cocked.
I growled, “I mean really think about it. Look at the
differences between us for instance.”
“ What differences?”
“ Well look at you!” My hand waved towards him. “You’re
gorgeous.”
“ So are you,” he replied without hesitation.
That was pushing it. I rolled my eyes. “Uh huh. Okay
fine…you’re a CEO for a company. And I’m a waitress at a fetish
club.”
“ Those are our human covers. That’s all. We are fulfilling the
requirements set by our Covens. In my mind, that gives us even more
in common.”
I snorted, “Right. You’re rich, and
prominent. You’re known to date beautiful regal women.” I grimaced. “I’m so
not anything like them.”
He
cleared his throat. “Cover.”
“ What?”
“ Just because I was seen with them, doesn’t mean that’s what I
want. They were vampires in my Coven, and it was only because my
business associates considered it odd that I never made a move to
settle down with anyone. Gregory thought it best if I appeased
those human-aped traditions.”
“ So you never actually dated them?”
“ Well…” His smile turned wicked. “Does fucking them
count?”
“ No.” I laughed.
“ See, now you’re running out of points to make. Why don’t you
just retract the statement?”
“ I’m a weird outcast who runs around killing outlaw vampires
more than I do anything else, well other than work for Corrine,” I
argued. “In a place that would make those business associates
cringe.”
“ You are proficient at hunting, and I can actually have
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