Part 23 (2/2)
”Since yesterday. Adam's wife, Mara, is here to record Seraphim's Jury meeting. She looked you up on her computer. You know she's got access to all that boring s.h.i.+t: birth and death records, marriage, children by bite...”
”I know what she does.”
”I love you, Trix. Now the question is, how do you feel about me?”
”I love you, too, Dilorenzo!” She leapt into his arms, her legs locked around his waist as she kissed him.
”So is that a yes?” he grinned. ”Yes! I'll marry you!”
Vincent laughed, spinning until they both collapsed on the bed. He kissed her before leaping across the room and throwing open their sixteenth floor window. ”Yo!” he bellowed to the street below. ”She said yes!”
”Will you get in here!” Trixie laughed, pulling him back into the bed. ”s.h.i.+t, Dilorenzo, for a rich old Roman, you have no cla.s.s!”
”And that's just how we like it, baby!” He flashed his claws, but she grasped his wrists.
”Don't rip the suit! I like this one!”
”Then get out of it fast.” He unzipped his jeans and grasped his thick erection. ”Vinnie Junior can't wait much longer.”
Trixie tugged off her clothes and tossed them aside while Vincent did the same with his own. She pressed him back onto the bed and pushed his legs apart, kneeling between them and clasping his b.a.l.l.s in one hand and his c.o.c.k in the other. Taking the ruddy head in her mouth, she licked, nipped, and sucked him so deeply his c.o.c.k brushed the back of her throat.
”Trix!” he gasped, burying his face in her hair. ”Yeah, baby, oh yeah!”
As Trixie worked on him, she felt her belly tightened and her c.u.n.t grow so hot and wet that she couldn't stand another moment without him deep inside her.
Vincent must have sensed her need, because he gently pushed her away and rolled her onto her stomach. Kneeling behind her, he guided his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y. One of his thickly muscled arms snaked around her waist, pressing her close as he thrust from behind. His breath was a warm caress on her neck as he murmured endearments before biting her.
Trixie clutched the sheets, her claws, tearing into the mattress. ”Oh, Vincent! That feels so good, baby! Oh!!”
He growled, gulping her blood while his free hand grasped one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Though reluctant to end the delicious caressing of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she needed his blood and guided his hand from her nipple so her teeth could pierce his wrist.
Vincent groaned. He lunged into her so hard they both collapsed on the bed, bodies throbbing in o.r.g.a.s.m.
”Trix,” he kissed her shoulder and neck, ”I love you so much.”
”You, too, Vincent.” She turned so they faced each other. Licking his lips, she squeezed him tightly. ”I think I loved you from the first.”
”Yeah?” he grinned. She nodded.
”I know I loved you since the minute I caught your sweet scent.” He nuzzled her neck. ”I've waited two thousand years for this, baby.”
Trixie snuggled closer, warmed in body and soul.
”So when do you want to get married?” he asked.
”Soon.”
”If we leave tonight we can get to Vegas and back long before Friday.”
”Vegas?”
”I know it's not the epicenter of romance, but it's fast and I got a hybrid friend there who runs a gothic theme chapel.”
”Great.”
”If you want, when the case is over, we can have a party to celebrate.”
”Cool.” She traced her fingertip over his hard pecs. ”Before we leave, I have to talk to Seraphim.”
”Seraphim? What the h.e.l.l for?”
”Don't be jealous.” She kissed him. ”It's not what you think. He's making a big mistake with Hannah.”
”What do you mean?”
”Long story.”
”Tell me while we get ready for Vegas. Should I wear a suit or leather?”
”Leather.”
”d.a.m.n. I know I'm marrying the right woman.”
Trixie tapped on the door of Seraphim's hotel room. Moments later, she found herself staring into his oddly hypnotic eyes. To think Vincent worried about her sleeping with Seraphim. Not that the man wasn't attractive, but he had a weird-a.s.s look in those eyes, as if he'd seen everything. Absolutely everything. Hannah was a gutsy little mortal to want to spend eternity with a man like that.
”Yes?” he asked.
”I want to talk to you about Hannah.”
”Is she all right?”
Trixie smiled. ”See. I knew you cared. Can I come in?”
He stepped aside-not that his expression was particularly inviting, but Trixie didn't plan on staying long.
”I'll get right to the point.” She folded her arms across her chest and held his eyes, refusing to be intimidated by his strangeness. She knew how Hannah felt about him, and she didn't doubt his affection for her. Their connection was almost mystical in its intensity. Anyone could sense it. ”Are you a dope?”
”Excuse me?”
”A dope? Moron. Idiot. Jacka.s.s.”
”Get out. I don't have the time or the inclination to listen to insults.” He grasped her upper arm and tugged her toward the door.
She jerked away. ”You love that woman.” ”I don't see how this is your business -” ”I consider Hannah a friend. You hurt her.” ”That was the last thing I wanted to do.” ”Then why did you?” ”It's none of your concern.”
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