Fatal Cravings: Immortal Keeper Vampire Paranormal Romance Series by Daniella Starre (a book to read txt) 📗

He ripped them.

With a growl, he climbed onto the bed. I shifted backward until I was entirely on the bed, and he descended on me, lavishing my body with kisses and tiny nips, using his teeth, not his fangs. When his mouth made its way to my clit, I was frantic with need. My nub was swollen, ready for attention, and I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping the ends, desperate for him to give me release, to take away my pain and exchange it for pleasure.

His fingers rubbed against my wet folds, and the moment he inserted one, two, three of them—a very tight fit—he bit down on my clit. Not hard, but enough to make me see stars. My orgasm rolled over me, and my back arched as my toes curled. The waves of pleasure shooting through my body were nothing like the times I made myself come—always with the mental image of this very vampire playing in my mind.

Maxwell eased back, and I stared at him. His chin shone from my juices covering him, and I just stared at him, dazed.

“We aren’t done yet,” he promised.

I assumed that would mean that he would enter me now, that he would consummate the marriage, but no. This time, his mouth went to my nipple, and he used his fingers inside me and his thumb on my clit to force another orgasm from me. I was so wet that when he removed his fingers, I could feel my juice run out of me.

“Are you ready?” he whispered.

Too desperate at this point, I could only nod in response.

“How do you want me?” he asked.

My eyes widened. I had pictured so many different positions, so many different ways that I wanted to be with him.

The thought of us not shifting at all, for him to mount me and give himself over to me was so very tempting, but as I trailed my fingers up his back, and he closed his eyes, I knew I needed to at least pretend to have control. My life was a mess, and I needed him. I couldn’t do this alone, but maybe I could bring us both to completion.

My legs wrapped around him, and he allowed me to roll us over. I pulled up just enough to slip a hand between us and line him up at my wet entrance. He was thick and long, and I had to slowly ease back to get him inside me. It was insane how long he was, and it was painful, yes, but a strange kind of pain, the kind that was mixed with pleasure.

Desire rolled through me, had this entire time, especially with Maxwell’s hands on my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples just enough to make me want to squirm with delight. Now, though, his hands shifted to my hips, and I could tell he wanted to move beneath me, that he was ready.

So was I.

My body close to his, I was basically lying on top of him, and I rocked back and forth on his cock. It hurt at first, and I didn’t move much in the beginning, but as my walls adjusted to his girth and length, slowly, I began to pick up speed.

“Open your eyes,” Maxwell murmured.

I hadn’t even realized I had shut them, but I opened them now. He was staring at me, and he brushed back my hair, and something about the tenderness of the gesture broke me.

We might have married to save me, but I wanted this, wanted him, wanted the marriage.

It was fake, I had to remind myself, but at this moment, it was everything.

My lips sought his for a kiss that craved his soul—if he still had one. It left me breathless and even more needy, and I had to have more.

With a moan, I pushed off his chest, so I was sitting on him, and I rode up and down on his cock. His grip on my hips tightened, and he bucked up and down in time to my movements, and it didn't take long at all for me to orgasm again. Beneath me, his legs twitched, and he shuddered. I threw back my head, enjoying the waves of pleasure washing over me, and Maxwell sat up, holding me tight against him, his cock still buried inside me. His lips pressed against my exposed neck, and at that moment, I would have allowed him to bite me.

But he didn’t.

Instead of taking my blood, he took something else from me.

Not just my virginity.

But my heart and soul too.

7

Experiencing Maxwell's arms around me was the greatest feeling in the world, and I felt safe, as if the rest of the world didn't even exist. We couldn't be hurt because no one else was there. He didn't need to protect me because none could harm either of us.

But that wasn’t the reality of our situation. Not in the slightest.

“I need to spread the word about our nuptials,” Maxwell said.

“You managed to send off your goons to spirit away my family, but you didn’t alert Viktor to our saying ‘I do?’”

“Technically, we didn’t say ‘I do,’” he reminded me, “and for as long as we’re married, your family is my family.”

I drew away from him, sitting next to him. I curled up with my legs propped up, my arms wrapped around my knees. Even though his vampire body was cooler than my own, we had generated more than a little heat, and I felt freezing apart from him. The reminder that our marriage was a fake, that it would be dissolved, only served to reinforce what a dangerous game we were playing.

“And goons?” he added with a quirk to his lips that made my stomach flip.

I shrugged. “Would you prefer I said soldiers? Caporegime?”

To my amazement, Maxwell chuckled, the sound low, sexy, dark, and deep.

"A vampire wedding is not officially over until the consummation," he explained.

“Yes, but you could have spread word. By the