Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,190

handful of ass, that he uses as leverage to grind himself against me.

Swallowing gets harder.

My body…starts reacting.

As my heartbeat quickens and my body grows increasingly sensitive to every spot he awakens with his touch, he teases my throat with his fangs again.

“I love how you struggle to push me away, even though it’s all a game,” he carries on.

I don’t even bother arguing, because he never can understand. There’s a difference between being overwhelmed and indecisive about major life decisions made in the spur of the moment, versus playing games.

They’ve never been much on dating. They go straight from zero to all eternity. It’s more subtle with the other three. Arion is just bold enough to sound crazy aloud.

“I love every damn thing about you at this point, Violet Carmine. Surely, even without active empathic powers, you can feel that,” he says next to my ear, nipping my earlobe just enough to make my body jerk.

“Be my fucking bride. End my misery. Give in to me, and I swear I’ll be the best damn groom you can imagine.”

His eyes turn so serious, and for a moment, I see pure vulnerability in their depths. I relax against him, sighing.

Even if I fought him today, I’d still give in eventually. Arion’s the crazy sort of love I’ve always secretly wanted—just like Dracula in some of my most favorite versions. Though, in reality, it is way more intense than I could have imagined.

And it’s forever.

Which is scary.

But I’ve already signed up for forever with the others.

“I’m never going to be a doormat, and this doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want when it comes to me. I do have some ground rules for you, most especially, Vampyre,” I state in the firmest tone I can muster, hearing my voice only crack three times when he resumes kissing my neck.

I feel his grin again.

“I always told you that you’d be the one in need of the rules. I’m not opposed. Please tell me what these rules are, love.”

Everything on me is frazzled. My nerves, my senses, my desires, my reservations, my messy mind…it’s all chaos.

But instead of overthinking or holding back, I turn my head, putting my lips closer to his ear.

“I’ll tell you later,” I murmur.

He lifts his head, quickly studies my eyes, and a dark grin emerges, nearly making me second guess myself.

“Is that your way of giving consent?” he muses.

“Keep talking, and I’ll come up with a way to take it back—”

My words end when his lips find mine, hungrily kissing me so deeply that my body goes damn near wild in reaction. I moan, but he swallows the sound, as my head starts growing foggy.

“My monster is only out for a moment,” he tells me, even as I struggle to understand his words, because the fog is so…intoxicatingly distracting. “It’ll actually be me claiming you the rest of the time I have you. Let’s pick up where we left off earlier, shall we?”

Somewhere, somehow, I hear violin music playing, as he continues to kiss me. My body moves with his, as the dance begins. He lifts me so that my feet are mere inches off the ground, while my body grows tighter and tighter, slightly different from before.

It gets even harder to think, and the world gets dizzying, as the fog expands, leaving us in a blurry roomful of people, who are watching us on the dancefloor.

The obscure faces slowly fade into nothing, as we take the room for ourselves. I’m not sure when he stopped kissing me, or when his lips moved to my neck, or when my lower half started aching in some pretty extreme, desperate, maddening ways.

What I do know is that it feels like hot ice shoots through my veins when his fangs sink into my throat.

It’s hypnotic.

It’s drugging.

It’s powerful.

It’s…just as consuming as I knew it’d be.

He becomes all that exists, and my body starts grinding against his, desperately seeking friction and as much touch as I can soak in.

He growls at my throat, and his grip gets tighter.

I’m not sure what happens. One second we’re in the shower. In the next, I’m pinned to the bathroom floor, and Arion is pushing inside me.

Wild.

Growly.

A little rough…

My nails slide against skin, desperately trying to pull him closer, as his body moves over mine with control, dominance, and more desperate desire than I’ve ever felt from anyone.

It’s the freedom and completeness in which he loves that scares me more than anything.

My eyes roll back in my