“I, well…” She hesitated. “I have a job. A house. I gave my boss an excuse when all this started and they gave me a leave of absence. But I—”
“You don’t understand,” Yuri interrupted.
“I…okay, then maybe you should explain it to me.”
“If you wish to work, but also wish to spend time in one of my homes, we’ll find you a job. If you enjoy your current employment, I’ll purchase a home for us in Dallas. However, if you wish to enjoy the opportunity I can afford you and explore what my world has to offer, I’ll take care of you. You can also do any combination of the above. Whatever you wish, Aurora, you will receive.”
“Wow, that’s a lot,” she breathed.
“Perhaps,” he murmured.
Aurora gave him a squeeze. “It’s a lot, Yuri.”
“To you, absolutely. To me, not quite.”
“Seeing that it’s that to me, then—”
“My sweet,” he whispered, then touched his mouth to hers before he lifted his head half an inch. “I’m not done explaining.”
“Okay,” she whispered back.
“I’ve lived a long life,” he told her.
“I know,” she replied.
“And I have never, in all those centuries, found someone like you.”
Her breath stuck.
Yuri stopped caressing her side and trailed his fingers down her arm until he found her hand. He curled his big one around her small one and pulled it up, pressing their hands to his heart.
Aurora kept not breathing.
“I wish to keep you with me,” he said gently. “And my further, most fervent wish is that you wish to keep me.”
She forced her breath out, saying, “I do.”
She felt him relax and hadn’t realized he was tense.
And when she did, she thought that was unbearably sweet.
“After the world is saved, we’ll work it out,” he declared.
“Yes, Yuri. After the world is saved, we’ll work it out.”
His eyes warmed and he bent again to give her a deep, lavish kiss.
Only after he broke it did he reach to the light to extinguish it.
Then, as he always did, he positioned her as he wanted her. This night, spooning, his arms around her, pressing her smaller body deep into the warm, hard curve of his bigger one.
She found his hand and laced her fingers through.
When she did, his tightened.
Again, unbearably sweet.
“Good night, sweetheart,” she whispered into the dark.
“Good night, button,” he murmured into her hair.
As cute as, he’d said.
Her vampire.
Unbearably sweet.
On that thought, she tried to relax, tried to calm her heart, knowing he’d know exactly when she went to sleep.
She couldn’t do either.
Now that it was quiet and he wasn’t touching her, making love to her, coloring her world by offering her his, in the silence, Aurora fretted.
She didn’t want to take him on the journey she knew she would make that night. It was dangerous. Too dangerous. And she was falling in love. She didn’t want to risk the chance of losing him.
But when she came back, he’d be so very angry that she went alone without him to protect her.
She had not known him long, and although they spent a lot of time together, he was centuries old. There was much to discover about him so she still did not know him well. Though, she was learning.
The one thing she did know was that he would indeed be very angry with her in a way that it wouldn’t earn her an enjoyable spanking ending in an outrageously fantastic orgasm.
He might never forgive her.
And she couldn’t have that.
Because, she couldn’t be sure, but she was beginning to believe, she wouldn’t be able to live without him.
So she had to take him.
And she hated that.
Even so, she prepared, keeping her hand tight with his and shifting her leg so he had no choice but to hook his thigh over her hip.
Tangling them up together, so that in sleep, they were connected.
So that when she dreamed, she would take her sweet vampire with her.
* * * * *
Abel
“Oh yeah, fuck yeah, Abel, baby, yes!” Delilah cried as she reared back into him on all fours and came.
He reached out, grasped her hair, and drove her back on his dick, listening to her pants and whimpers as she kept taking him, kept coming, the smell of her cunt in his nostrils, until all that and her sweet pussy drove him over the edge and he exploded, embedding himself inside her and shooting his cum deep.
As he came back to himself, he felt her fucking herself gently on his cock. He let her hair go and bent over her to kiss her shoulder blade.
“Love you, baby,” she whispered.
“Love you too, pussycat,” he whispered back and pulled out. “I get to clean you tonight.”
“Whatever you want,” she murmured, dropping to her side, curling up, and giving him her eyes.
Fuck, so goddamned beautiful, it hurt looking at her.
But he couldn’t stop himself. The hurt felt too good.
He slid a hand over her hip before he got out of bed, went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with warm water, came back, and gently cleaned her while it sounded like she purred, letting him.
He didn’t bother going into the bathroom when he left her to return the cloth. He just tossed it into the sink from the doorway, then with his vampire speed, he was in bed with his mate, pulling her close, yanking the covers over them, and finally nestling deep.
“You good?” she asked.
“Real good,” he answered.
There was a pause before she went on, “You ready?”