Chapter 89
Chapter 89
She slipped her shoes off and followed him wordlessly to the sitting room. His home was like a museum. Not only because all the furnishings appeared to be from a previous century, but also
because everything was so meticulously arranged and immaculate`
clean. There wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. All the wood surf
gleamed like glass. All the art was hung perfectly level, the cente
each piece aligned at the same height throughout the room. There
was a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table again, this time a riot
of bright yellow daisies and lilies and mums.
“Oh, new flowers,” she said inanely, standing awkwardly beside the fancy little couch where she’d had the most powerful orgasm of her life two days ago.
Amos’s gaze went to the flowers, and suddenly the stoic mask fell
away and he smiled at her. “Do you like them?” he asked earnestly.
Had he gotten them… for her? Embarrassed pleasure tightened her
chest, and she huffed out a breathy little laugh, like an awkward
teenager getting a homecoming corsage. “They’re gorgeous,” she
said, feeling her cheeks heat.
His smile grew, looking inordinately pleased.
“Uh, so…” She set her bag on the floor and sank down onto the velvet
tufted settee. “Same routine as last time p>
Amos’s expression sobered. “If you were comfortable with that p>
She nodded.
He moved closer, standing over me again, about to bend down, when he suddenly paused. Chloe’s heart pounded as she stared up at
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him, toes already curling, fingers digging into the upholstery.
“I should warn you, your reaction last week… it’s probably going to happen again. It will probably happen every time p>
Her face burned, “I figured. It’s fine p>
“Well, I hope it’s more than fine,” he muttered, moving towards her
again.
Her face flushed hotter, but she held herself still as he braced one
knee on the cushions beside her thigh, gripped the backrest just
above her shoulder. His other hand rose alongside her face, gently
brushing her hair back. She suppressed a shiver as his fingertips
grazed her jawline.
And then his head was dipping down towards her, so much like the choreography of a kiss that she instinctively tilted her face up to his. Realizing what she was doing, she caught herself and quickly turned her face away, baring her neck. Amos’s breath puffed against her skin as he paused, hovering close, but not yet touching. He inhaled deeply–was he smelling her?-and then his lips touched her skin.
Goosebumps ran from her neck down her arms. Her head would have lolled back, but Amos was cradling the back of her skull ever–so–gently as he simply breathed her in.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, eyes sliding shut.
“Shh…” That gentle admonishment skirted over her skin on a cool breath, followed by the stroke of his tongue. Chloe drew in a
staggered breath.
And then his fangs were sinking into her. The piercing was a sharp pinch, but then it was gone, replaced by the stroke of his tongue and the deep, persistent suction of his mouth. A tingling pleasure spread from the site of his bite, filling her body, growing more and more intense with each beat of her heart, with each deep pull from Amos.
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him, toes already curling, fingers digging into the upholstery.
“I should warn you, your reaction last week… it’s probably going to happen again. It will probably happen every time p>
Her face burned. “I figured. It’s fine p>
“Well, I hope it’s more than fine,” he muttered, moving towards her
again.
Her face flushed hotter, but she held herself still as he braced one
knee on the cushions beside her thigh, gripped the backrest just above her shoulder. His other hand rose alongside her face, gently brushing her hair back. She suppressed a shiver as his fingertips
grazed her jawline.
And then his head was dipping down towards her, so much like the choreography of a kiss that she instinctively tilted her face up to his. Realizing what she was doing, she caught herself and quickly turned
her face away, baring her neck. Amos’s breath puffed against her
skin as he paused, hovering close, but not yet touching. He inhaled deeply–was he smelling her?-and then his lips touched her skin.
Goosebumps ran from her neck down her arms. Her head would
have lolled back, but Amos was cradling the back of her skull
ever–so–gently as he simply breathed her in.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, eyes sliding shut.
“Shh…” That gentle admonishment skirted over her skin on a cool
breath, followed by the stroke of his tongue. Chloe drew in a staggered breath.
And then his fangs were sinking into her. The piercing was a sharp pinch, but then it was gone, replaced by the stroke of his tongue and the deep, persistent suction of his mouth. A tingling pleasure spread from the site of his bite, filling her body, growing more and more intense with each beat of her heart, with each deep pull from Amos.
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In less than a minute, the pleasure condensed and exploded, launching Chloe into an earth–shattering orgasm. Her whole body arched up against his, her arms going round his neck. She lost all sense of propriety, of dignity, of self–control as she rolled her hips against his over and over, grinding her throbbing core against the hard length of his erection, driving her pleasure higher and hotter.
Amos growled against her throat, pulling long, steady draughts from
her that seemed to spike her pleasure higher with each one. Chloe’s
mind blanked, void of all thought. She was just physical
sensation–the pull of Amos’s mouth, the occasional pinch of his fangs reopening her skin, and the vibrant, almost unbearable pleasure that ran through her body like a tidal wave.
Slowly, the pleasure eased, releasing her body into sated limp She became aware, in subtle degrees, that she was no longer upright. That she was sprawled on her back across the fancy couch and that Amos’s broad bulk was draped over her. That his erection was jutting against her hip as he lapped gently at her healing throat. That her thighs were wrapped around his hips, heels digging into his ass.
“Amos?” she whispered hoarsely.
“Hm?” He drew back, gazing down at her with a wild expression. His pupils were blown so wide, she couldn’t see any of his red iris, just inky black moons. His cheeks were flushed with hectic color, his pallor less deathly than it had been before. His hair, which had been neatly combed when she’d arrived, was mussed and sticking up in several different directions. Chloe could only assume that she had done that to him while she was lost in the throes of orgasm.
It’d been so long since she’d felt the intimate pleasure of a man’s weight bearing down on her. She had to force herself to relax her body, letting her thighs unclamp from his hips, loosing her arms from around his neck. Her instinct was to cling to him like an octopus, to rock her hips against his and see how much more fun they could have together.
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“Are you alright?” Amos asked, expression growing serious.
Chloe cleared her throat, giving herself a mental slap. “Yeah. Just…” She puffed out a gusting breath.
He pushed himself up off of her, then extended a hand, helping her
to sit up.
“Whoa.” She slumped against the backrest. “Dizzy p>
“Just light–headedness from blood loss. Stay here.” Amos got up and
left the sitting room.
Chloe listened to his footsteps padding away to a different part of the house. A minute later, he returned with an armful of packag bottles. He spread them on the coffee table as he sat beside again. Snacks. Fancy snacks. And expensive drinks.
“You should always eat after I feed from you. My venom accelerates your healing, but you still need to elevate your glucose levels. The dizziness should pass quickly p>
Chloe smiled faintly. Years ago, when she’d worked for a blood center, she’d been the one pressing cookies and juice on lightheaded
donors.
Amos fussed with the snack packages, straightening them so that they were all at right angles. “I apologize for last time–I didn’t take care of you properly, afterwards. It’s not an excuse, but I’ve never had a willing blood donor, and it’s been over a century since I’ve had live blood, so I was a bit overwhelmed by the experience. I won’t make that mistake again p>
Chloe froze, her hand clenching on some sort of artisanal energy bar. “You’ve never had a willing blood donor, but you have had live blood before p>
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