Part 28 (1/2)
”Oh, sweet, I'm so sorry.”
She swallowed hard before speaking. ”Since that night, I've spent a large part of my life afraid of water. That was debilitating enough, but I've also been afraid of caring for anyone other than my brothers. I did love Tim, but I was not in bloodl.u.s.t with him. I thought I might have been until I fell in bloodl.u.s.t with you.”
He gently squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pressed his c.o.c.k against her a.s.s. ”Believe it or not, I think I might be in bloodl.u.s.t with you as well.”
She smiled. ”How can you possibly be in bloodl.u.s.t? You're not a vampire yet.”
He nipped at her neck. ”I'm more vampire than human. Wilfredo says there's a ritual I can undergo in an effort to stop the transformation Carollina started.”
”Will you undergo it?”
”Would you like me to?”
She turned in his arms to face him. ”I'll take you just as you are or as you become. It doesn't matter to me. I love you, but I don't really think you're in bloodl.u.s.t with me, Jason.”
He frowned. ”One of these days you're going to have to learn to stop contradicting me, or else.”
”Or else what?”
”Or else this.” He turned her onto her back and slid on top of her. He pushed her legs apart, positioned his c.o.c.k against her a.s.s and thrust forward.
”Ooooh!” She closed her eyes and shuddered as he slid b.a.l.l.s-deep into her rear end with one delicious, a.s.s-busting plunge.
He groaned and kissed her lips, sliding his hands under her a.s.s. ”Talk about brown sugar. I love your big brown a.s.s,” he whispered, nibbling at her lips.
She slid her hands down his back to cup over his tight buns. ”I love having your hard c.o.c.k up my a.s.s.”
”Did you heal during this week you spent in Virginia? Were you able to get him out of your system?”
She nodded. ”I'm no longer afraid of water or of bloodl.u.s.ting with a handsome, baby vamp with a conquering c.o.c.k.”
”Right answer,” he told her as he settled his body against hers and kissed her. He f.u.c.ked her slowly, sweetly and deeply up her a.s.s, until her thighs quivered and she sobbed with pleasure and came.
Only then did he shoot his seed in her and lie trembling in her arms. ”Do you know what I want more than anything?”
She stroked her hands down his damp back. ”Some of my delicious p.u.s.s.y?”
He laughed and lifted his head to look down at her. ”It is delicious, but there's something I want even more.”
”What?”
”For you to have my baby.”
She moistened her lips. ”I'd love that too, Jason, but I don't think it's possible.”
He frowned. ”Why not?”
”I've been trying to get pregnant for over three hundred years, but it hasn't happened.” She sighed. ”Most fems...I think I'm probably one of the many fems who can't get pregnant.”
”Of course you can get pregnant.” He eased his c.o.c.k out of her a.s.s and settled back against her. ”It may take a while, but I just know one of these days you're going to have my baby. She'll be a pretty little girl who looks just like you. What shall we name her? What names do you prefer for a pretty little girl?”
”Andrea.”
”h.e.l.l no! You're not naming my little girl after your psycho twin.”
”He's not psycho!”
”He's not having my daughter named after him either. Pick another name.”
”I like Andrea.”
”I don't. Pick another one.”
She bared her incisors. ”Okay. Juliet.”
He smiled. ”That's much better. We'll call our first daughter Juliet. Juliet Makefield.”
Still smarting from him calling Andrei a psycho, she frowned. ”Makefield? What makes you think she'll have your last name? I kind of think Juliet Madison-Forester has a very nice ring to it.”
”Oh yeah? Well, don't get too attached to that name.”
”Why not?”
He rolled onto his side.
She turned to face him. ”Well?”
He sighed and rose from the bed. ”There's something I've been meaning to ask you for the last week.”
”What?”
”Wait a sec.”
She propped herself on one elbow and watched him walk across the room to the dresser. He had a nice body. He had long legs, powerful thighs, a nice set of buns, wide shoulders, narrow hips and a hard, thick c.o.c.k that felt as if it had been designed for the sole purpose of putting out the fire in her p.u.s.s.y.
”d.a.m.n, you have tight buns,” she told him.
He grinned over his shoulder at her and opened the top drawer. ”No flat a.s.s here.” When he came back, he surprised her by kneeling beside the bed.
She frowned and looked over the edge. ”What did you drop?”
Still kneeling, he took her hand and smiled. ”Will you do something for me?”
”Sure. You want help finding whatever you dropped?”
”No.” He opened his free hand.