Serafina and the Silent Vampire - By Marie Treanor Page 0,82

and impale herself upon him. She gasped, closing her eyes with the shock. She felt amazing, a hot, firm, velvet sheath pulsing around him. She even smiled with wicked triumph straight into his eyes. If he’d had a voice, he’d have growled or howled with triumph. He thrust into her hard.

Although not the seduction he’d intended as he’d waited and planned in the long hours of daylight, he took it anyway. And she didn’t just accept this urgency; she insisted on it. Twisting and writhing on him, she moaned aloud with pleasure as he hammered her against the kitchen door.

At such a fever pitch, she couldn’t last. Her knees buckled as she fell into orgasm, but he was enjoying it far too much to surrender just yet to his own clamoring climax. He loved the juddering, hugging caress of her convulsions. And so he gave her a bonus, increasing the speed of his thrusts well beyond what a human could possibly achieve or even see. Her head fell back against the door, revealing her pale, graceful neck, flushed now with passion, its veins standing out blue, beautiful and oh so tempting as he fucked her. He knew from experience that the inhuman speed of his movements inside her could hold her in intense orgasm for several minutes. But he didn’t think she could take that, not yet. And besides, he needed a distraction from her beautiful, throbbing vein. And so he pushed himself as deep inside her as he could get and let go.

Christ, it was good. It had been a long time since a knee trembler had dragged him to the floor with the explosive force of its climax. But at least he took her with him, rolling half under the table to keep himself inside her delectable body while the storm raged and slowly calmed.

“Neat trick,” she said shakily when she could form the words.

“I’ve always thought so.”

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Blair lay beside her in her bed, enveloped in the warm darkness, listening to her breathing. Warning bells were going off all over his head. Not just because he liked screwing this human girl too much, but because he liked this too much too—just lying beside her, hearing the beat of her heart and the even rise and fall of her lungs. He wanted to keep her safe and keep her with him. And that, as he well knew, did not lead to a peaceful happy ever after.

Well, who needed peace?

He smiled and let himself drift off into the aware half sleep of the vampire.

It seemed only minutes later that he felt Sera rise and walk across the room to the door. He blinked himself fully awake. A few moments later, he heard the toilet flush and the splash of water from the bathroom tap. And then silence. But she didn’t return to bed.

With anyone else, he might have used telepathy to find out what they were doing. With Sera, it seemed too much like spying. He seemed to have to wear his honorable schoolboy hat around her.

He rose from the bed and left the room.

He almost didn’t notice her at first. The light was off, but that didn’t matter—he could see in the dark. He’d taken several steps into the living room before he caught sight of her.

She sat naked on the floor with her back against the sofa and her knees drawn up in front of her. Her face was hidden in her knees, and her whole body shook convulsively.

He’d never seen a human cry silently. Not since his mother.

The knowledge held him paralyzed. Which was a good thing. She was too lost in her own misery to know he was there. She didn’t want him there. It would be easy and far better for both of them if he just crawled back to bed and left her to it.

Or he could go out and feed. His snack in the restaurant really wasn’t enough to keep body and soullessness together.

He went to the sofa and sat down. Her heaving shoulders stilled. There was a muffled gulp, then silence. He laid his hand on her head, gently stroking.

“Don’t,” she gasped.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t be kind to me!” With a broken-off sob, she turned onto him, burying her face in his knee instead.

He bent and put his arms around her. “I’m not being kind. I just want more sex.”

At least it raised a watery sound that might have been a laugh. She knew it wasn’t true. That was another thing he liked about