Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
She started working on dinner and hoped she wouldn’t fuck it up. She felt so sad while she did it. She felt immensely guilty.
As she was frying mushrooms and sautéing onions to go on top of the steaks, which she had soaking in a marinade, waiting to go into the oven under the broiler with some baby potatoes, she felt his presence behind her. He moved her hair back with his chin and kissed her throat.
She turned the burner off, chucked an unwashed pile of raw green beans into the colander in the sink, and turned around into his arms and kissed him on the chest where his button-down shirt was undone a few buttons.
He kissed the top of her head and then tipped her chin up with his hand so that he could kiss her.
He kissed her softly, gently, reverently.
“I love you,” she whispered against his lips.
“Love you,” he whispered and dipped his tongue in and grabbed the back of her head so he could go deeper.
“I’m gonna try really hard to not be a brat,” she whispered, after he broke the kiss.
He hiked her legs up so that they surrounded his waist and walked her to the sofa and put her on her back and then was on top of her, grinding into her. She hooked her legs around his waist and started grinding right along with him. She pulled his shirt out of his suit pants and ran her nails up from the dimples at the base of his spine up to his big hard shoulders.
“Good,” he whispered.
“Just sayin’, I’m not usually a good cook but I’ve been known to do a steak okay. Hopefully it’ll be worth that argument.”
“Just give me mine bloody and I’m good,” he kissed her, “But nothing is worth an argument.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. And if I’m bratty again, you have my permission to spank me,” she told him.
“I fucking will,” he said back and it rumbled up from his throat. She felt that rumble in her clit.
“And cut the talk about leaving me. Not only would I stop you but you know it’s not even an option. And it’s an asshole thing to say. Do you want out? Do you not love me?”
“I’ll never leave you, baby. Even if I could survive without you, I wouldn’t survive without you. I won’t say that kind of thing anymore. I didn’t mean it.” Tears were in her eyes.
“How would it feel if I said that to you?” he challenged.
Devastated. Utterly gutted.
Devastating would be an understatement. Her heart would shatter like glass at that kind of threat.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, Tristan. I love you. I love only you. You’re the only person on the earth I love so you get all of my love and I’m an asshole and I’m so sorry.”
Then she felt him smile against her cheek as he planted a kiss on her cheekbone.
“Okay. Love you, too, princess.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Okay, baby.”
He grabbed her bottom with both hands and rotated his hips so that his hard cock was rubbing right against her clit.
“Here or upstairs?” he asked.
“Here, but quick. I got in a whole lot of trouble with my awesome vampire prince boyfriend buying those steaks so I wanna make sure they don’t get ruined.”
“He’s awesome, is he?”
“He so is. He’s been running himself ragged to take care of us while I’ve been a rotten little brat and he deserves a really nice dinner, as a start. Then maybe a whole bunch of consecutive blowjobs. But after the dinner. I don’t got that much time right now.”
He stood them up, undid her shorts and yanked them down. She stepped out of them while he undid his pants to free his cock and then guided himself into her, a seriously hot look on his face, his eyes warm and filled with love. Kyla arched her back and reveled in the feel of every inch going in. They toppled back onto the sofa.
It was a quickie but it was a good one. There hadn’t been any feeding. She had been about to whine about that and caught herself. Regardless, she knew he felt it.
Afterwards, she finished cooking dinner, which turned out surprisingly great, and they ate quietly at the island, Tristan watching a sports news show, Kyla tolerating it for him. After the meal, they loaded the dishwasher together,
“I think we oughta go to the island,” Tristan said.
“Yeah?” she put the dish towel down and gave him her full attention. She agreed. She suspected she’d get outdoors, have a bit more freedom there. And she’d be near Kyle. Maybe she could help figure out how to wake him up.
“Yeah. Sergey Voitenko is arriving there tomorrow. I think it’d be good to have a conversation with him, learn more about this bond you and I have. Especially with how things have gone since we’ve been back here. Maybe there’s other stuff we need to know.”