Reborn Yesterday - Tessa Bailey Page 0,81
hips and listened to the resulting string of profanities in her hair. They were a glorious hymn and she wanted to memorize them and sing them out loud, all day, every day, proof she was this man’s salvation and poison in equal measure.
“Look at you, moaning and trying to get your legs wider for me when you ought to be terrified. Beautiful, reckless girl.”
Jonas changed angles, bearing down on her clitoris with rough grinds of his shaft and Ginny’s romantic haze was blown apart by all-out lust. Her back arched on a moan and the green in Jonas’s eyes whipped, holding her in thrall. She didn’t think, she simply followed the urges of her body and reached down to claw his backside, urging him to go faster, chanting, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
Everything happened so fast after that.
Fast and glorious.
“If your blood could not sustain me, Ginny,” he growled, yanking her knees high and throwing them over his shoulders. “I swear this pussy would.”
He stroked into her deep, the new angle allowed that slick, thick part of him unfettered access to that spot—and she couldn’t move her hips to meet him or grind up, she simply had to take it. There was a loud sound coming from a distant land and it took her several guesses before she realized it was the entire bed rebounding off the wall.
The wildness of it was her undoing.
Or maybe it was watching Jonas sink his fangs into the small of her wrist, followed by the further swelling and jerking of his flesh inside her. Knowing he was close to finding unimaginable pleasure after a lifetime of going without. His body stiffened at the same time as hers, his mouth released her wrist and fingers clutched at skin eagerly, pulling one another’s bodies closer any way they could.
Molten heat poured inside of Ginny, mixing magically, addictively with her own release and she found herself flattened on the mattress, beneath a vampire in the throes—and it was a sight she would remember for the rest of her life. His blind eyes and exposed fangs, his thrown back head. His repeated groan of her name.
“Ginny. Fuuuuck.” He lunged for her mouth as if he was scared what might happen if he didn’t kiss her. “You feel so good. It feels so good.”
When he collapsed a moment later, she’d never been more thankful for his beating heart because she could hear it rioting out of control, matching her tempo perfectly, and she loved him so much just then, tears clogged her throat.
He lifted his head, concern a living thing on his face. “Are you hurt?”
“No, Dreamboat,” she managed between shallow breaths, allowing him to draw her protectively into his side. “No, I’m perfect.”
“Truer words were never spoken,” he said hoarsely into her neck, breathing her in like he was already starved for another course of her. “Are you satisfied, mate?”
“Yes. So very yes.”
His relieved exhale stirred her hair. “While you sleep tonight, I’ll try to come up with the adequate words to describe what we did, if those words exist.” He wrapped her tightly in his embrace, tucking her head beneath his chin, his heart pounding wildly in her ear. “For now…suffice it to say, you are magic. My God, Ginny. You are…my magic.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Ginny had never been afraid while inside the dream.
This time, however, she trembled while walking along the path on the outskirts of the fair. The funhouse sounds were distorted now and she could feel the sweat clinging to her palms, trickling down her rigid spine.
He was under the tree. The man in the newsboy cap and suspenders. More than ever, she desperately wanted to reach him. There was an urgency to be with him that had only been present in lighter shades before. Now, she picked up her skirt to run in his direction. Get to him by any means possible.
“Don’t,” he mouthed, stiffening and separating from the tree. “Please don’t—”
The crimson hooded figure moved in her periphery and she broke into a sprint, desperate to reach the man beneath the tree. If she could just reach him, no harm would come to her. His protectiveness was somehow a given. It was understood, though they’d never even had a conversation. The closer she came to reaching him, the more the ominous presence dragged her back, making it impossible to run as fast as needed.
The wind whipped his hat off and for the first time, she saw the face of the man who waited