Page 76 of Vampire Pack

He talked me through it.

And talked me through my shaky hands taking his clothes off, too.

The feel of his bare skin against mine cooled the heat, just for a little while.

It came back soon enough.

Need that burned like fire, and desire that couldn't be quenched.

I demanded his cock.

He filled me, slowly.

Sweetly.

Until our bodies were locked and his sanity was slipping away too, both of us locked in the demands of our bodies and instinct.

He was fangs, and wings, and barbs.

I was flames, and teeth, and pleasure.

The heat went on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

King came out of it before I did.

He made me shower, and got me off with his hands as he cleaned me up.

He made me eat, and finger-fucked me slowly through the meal, to ease me through the lingering haze.

He went down on me on his knees, in front of our kitchen table, while I sat on a chair with a forkful of cheesecake in my fist.

And he held me to his chest through the final minutes of my need, murmuring sweet words to talk me off the ledge of my discomfort.

My sanity returned slowly, in the form of exhaustion.

"Are we okay?" I whispered to King, as I finally came back to myself.

"We're okay." He kissed my forehead, his grip secure.

"Just a little okay, or…"

"We're fucking perfect, Carmen."

My chest warmed.

That time, it had nothing to do with the fire in my veins.

"Maybe I don't hate you," I mumbled.

He laughed. An honest-to-god, deep, gravelly laugh that made me feel all sorts of amazing things.

"Maybe I kind of love you," I admitted.