William (The Valentines) - By Sam Crescent Page 0,36

you do that—” he began to argue.

“I’ve already done it, made the deal. Besides, when you go, I won’t want to stay behind.”

William sat next to her on the bed and grasped her hand between his, kissing the knuckles. “I love you so damn much.”

Katie smiled, enjoying his attention. Soon he moved from her knuckles to the tender, delicate pulse on the inside of her wrist. Slowly, caress by agonising caress, his touch moved up her arm until he kissed her on the neck, nipping the flesh. Her breath caught in her throat. Katie couldn’t move. He made her stomach flutter, her pussy heat as her nipples tightened to unbearable peaks.

Goosebumps erupted along every inch of skin. She knew her pale skin would be showing the blush she felt spreading through her.

“You’re so turned on right now,” he growled, making her jump.

William placed his hand on her thigh, the contrast of the silky white fabric with her smooth, creamy thighs peeking out of the bottom against his large, very masculine hand made her legs shake. Katie didn’t know where to rest her hands, so she leant back against the sheet, watching his hand as his fingers circled the edge of her gown. She waited, watching, wondering what he would do next.

“You’re so beautiful,” William whispered as he took her lips in a searing kiss. Katie realised he wasn’t watching his hands—he was watching her.

She gazed into his eyes, wondering what he was feeling. Her body was a jumbling mass of nerves.

Without speaking, William took her hand and rested it against his shaft. He hissed as instinctively she curled her fingers around him.

“I want you so badly I could burst,” he confessed to her. Katie saw the emotion in his eyes, the agonising need, and she wasn’t afraid. She wanted to be near him, to love him.

He placed his hand back on her leg and moved his fingers up under the fabric covering her legs, up the smooth inner skin of her upper thigh, and rested them against her mound. The only thing separating him from her was the cotton of her panties.

“Take me, William. Make me yours,” she whispered against his lips.

All she had dreamt about since meeting this strange, crazy vampire was being with him. She knew that now—knew the fear and the exhilaration had come from being near him. William Valentine was her everything and by some strange trick of fate she was his. With the coming battles and the coming war, she didn’t have time to wait, to wonder, or have the delightful long courtship she’d always dreamt about. Life was uncertain in these trying times. If William and she made it through, it would be wonderful, but if they didn’t then she would regret waiting; regret not acting on these glorious feelings consuming her.

She had no time, no room for second guessing. She gasped with pleasure as he pressed his fingers against her swollen clit through the damp panties.

Katie gave herself up to him, and she did it willingly, with all the love in her heart.

William saw through his heavy-lidded eyes the pleasure that his simple touch evoked in his innocent bride.

Katie had given him back hope, his life and, not least, she had given him the chance to love again. He would cherish her, look after her, love her for the rest of his life.

“This is for you,” he told her as he moved away from her off the bed. He needed the distance to allow him to make it as good for her as possible. He would complete the binding by taking her virginity and saying the words. He wouldn’t be able to complete it if she was hurting.

She sat up on the bed, watching him as he removed his shirt. William smiled as her eyes caught each muscle of his chest. He was sure she was counting. He went to her, pulling her up off the bed and into his arms. He secured her there against his body, in the warmth he felt for this woman.

Her eyes met his and he lost himself. He sealed her lips with his as he reached down, removing her gown, breaking the kiss to pull it up and over her head. She wore no bra and her full breasts were exposed for him to see. He cupped the weight in his hands, flicking the tips of her nipples with his thumbs. She hissed against his touch and she pressed more fully against him.

His little witch was becoming