One Immortal - Tia Louise Page 0,84

from the depths of my will to live rips through my throat, and in that instant I become light as a feather. I seem to rise off the sofa, and it takes me a second to realize she’s gone. Her teeth never made contact, and her weight is off my stomach.

Opening my eyes, I see her in the air. Derek has her by the neck, holding her high, staring with a ferocity I’ve never seen in his eyes. Her green stilettoes kick so fast they’re a blur, and she’s scratching at his large hands, emitting the most blood-curdling screeches. I want to cover my ears and scream to drown out the terrible sounds.

“This ends tonight, demon.” With those words, a crunching sound of bones breaking fills the room. I pull a pillow to my eyes, afraid to watch as he grinds every bone in her neck to powder with his bare hand.

The dull thud of his boots makes me lower the pillow. He’s stalking out of the house. One hand is fisted in her hair, and he drags her limp body behind him like a rag doll. He’s out the door, and I jump off the couch to see what happens next.

I stop on my side porch, peeking around the doorjamb at my love. Two swift moves, and her head is separated from her body. A flash of orange, and he drops the lighter on her corpse. The heap of dead vampire bursts into flames.

He stands over the burning pile, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his breath, and I want to go to him. At the same time, I know he needs this moment. He needs to feel this satisfaction. Finally, he has the justice he sought for so long.

20

Give and Take

Derek

Moonlight glistens on Melissa’s skin, touching the tips of her nipples with silver, deepening the shadow at the curve of her breasts, and highlighting the planes of her flat stomach. She’s a goddess, and as I smooth my palm up her torso, her back arches in response. I smile against the soft skin of her inner thigh, kissing her softly as she moans in response.

It’s been so long. I’ve wanted her so desperately all those nights. The sound of her sexy sighs registers straight to my cock. I’m hard and aching with need to sink between her thighs, dying to release the pressure.

“Yes,” she sighs as I trace my lips along the line of her red lace panties. Her skin is fresh as the ocean, touched with roses, and the scent only makes me want her more. “There,” she gasps as I dip my tongue inside, savoring her sweet taste. How many times have I dreamed of this?

Fuck doing the right thing. Fuck control. Lilith is dead, Melissa is in my arms, and I intend to spend this night making love to the woman I love. I never want to leave her again, even if means I’m trapped in this beachfront cottage flooded with more sunlight than my body can tolerate. For now, it’s still night, and I’m only getting started.

My mouth covers her lower lips, my tongue moving fast as I plunder the swollen depths of her core. Her hips rock in time, and I have to wrap my arms around her legs to keep her from wiggling away. “Oh god, Derek!” I love how her voice goes higher as her orgasm crests. “Oh god… oh! Ooohhh….”

Her fingers fist in my hair as the tremors break through her. I grin as she starts to pull. Rising over her, I only take a moment to position the head of my cock at her slick opening. We’re on the razor’s edge of pleasure, holding our breaths just before… Heaven.

She moans loudly, and I groan with her as I sink deep into her warm, clenching insides. She’s so tight, and I’m going so deep, I never want to come back from this. I’m on my knees, holding her thighs as I hit it hard and fast. A slim pale foot is near my mouth, and I kiss the arch.

“Oh, god!” Her insides tense at the sensation, and I almost come at her unexpected response. Mental note.

Another kiss to those burgundy-tipped feet, and I spread her thighs, wanting to press her body against mine. She’s quavering, halfway between her first orgasm and her second, and I’m holding on, savoring the feel of her warmth on my skin. Her body is so small, so soft.

“Melissa,” I whisper, rocking my hips faster.