Blood Magic (After Dark Book 7) by Sarah Bailey (historical books to read .txt) 📕

I won’t have to. We both want this.

He thrust into her in short, deep strokes. She clenched around him. He gritted his teeth. She was insanely tight.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he told her. “All I’ve wanted to do for the past two weeks is be inside you.”

“Haven’t you slept with anyone else?”

He pushed her skirt up further, running his hands over her behind. He’d had opportunity, but no one turned him on in the way she did. Thoughts of her slick heat did things to him. Cravings had been awoken and he was hard pressed to put them back to sleep.

“Would it bother you if I had?”

“I don’t really have a say in what you do.”

He almost stopped pounding into her. He reached down and gripped her chin, forcing her head back. Her ice blue eyes were lustful, but there was also a hint of worry.

“I haven’t fucked anyone else. I have no intention of taking another woman to my bed. Are you going to continue to sleep with your bodyguard when you breathe humans?”

“I don’t need to. I have you.”

He let go of her chin, gripping her hips and thrusting harder. She most certainly did have him. He wanted to bite and fuck her when she was high on magic. He wanted her blood.

“Good because I don’t like it. You should only have sex with people you want to.”

“I want to kiss you.”

He pulled out of her and dragged her up. Turning her around, his mouth crashed down on hers. She gripped his shoulders, pressing closer. Tasting her made the urge to bite her more pronounced. His fangs slid out. Her tongue ran along one of the canines. He groaned.

“Fuck, I want to bite you.”

She blinked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“None of what we’re doing is a good idea.”

She drew back, eyes cautious.

“I’m serious. I said sex, not making me into a meal.”

It was the very last thing he saw her as, but sex and bloodlust went hand in hand for him when it came to her.

“That’s not… You’re not a meal. This is such a bad idea.”

He let go of her, backing away. She grabbed his arm before he could retreat from her fully.

“I need to think about it. I might want to see the world, but letting you drink my blood and… do… I can’t even bring myself to say it. Those aren’t things I’ve ever considered.”

I feel like a complete dick for asking her now. Dani might be assertive and confident, but she was still innocent of so much.

“If you don’t want it, it’s fine.”

“I never said I didn’t want to.”

He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer.

“Oh?”

Her cheeks stained red and her gaze fell to the floor.

“Now you’ve said it, I can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like.”

“The biting or the fucking?”

“Both.”

He cupped her face, forcing it upwards so her gaze met his. He could deal with his bloodlust. She wasn’t completely against the idea of him biting her.

“Well, if you want to know about the latter, I can show you, start slow.”

She blinked before looking away.

“Okay,” she whispered.

He stifled a groan. Dani was going to let him play with her. He released her, only to take her hand and tug her into his bedroom. He undressed her slowly, devouring every inch of her skin with his eyes.

“Lie on your front.”

She did as he asked. He took a pillow and stuffed it under her hips, opening her up to him a little more. He pulled out a small bottle from his bedside table and left it by her side. She eyed it before looking back at him.

“I promise I’m not going to fuck you there until you say yes.”

“I know,” she whispered.

She trembled. He ran his hands down her back, trying to soothe away her fear. He leant down, kissing her back. She gasped. He ran his tongue down the base of her spine and lower. She squirmed a little when his tongue met the puckered skin where she was in two minds about letting him in.

“Shhh, relax,” he said.

Chapter Eight

Dani almost couldn’t breathe as Jamie swept his tongue over her behind.

What am I doing? Why did I just agree to this?

When he’d told her that’s what he wanted, she’d almost run out of the door. Something in the way he said it stopped her. Desperate need and desire laced his tone. She couldn’t deny the thought of him taking something no one else had made her wet.

I’m so fucked up when it comes to him. All I’ve been able to think about is how much I want him for the past two weeks.

She thought staying away would dampen down her feelings, but they’d only got worse. She liked Jamie as a friend, but she wanted him as a man.

She shifted, finding herself growing wetter under his touch. His tongue against her other entrance, coaxing and teasing made her blood pound in her ears.

“Jamie,” she groaned, unable to stop his name slipping from her lips.

His fingers ran down her sex, finding her core.

“Shit, you’re so wet. Are you enjoying this?”

She wriggled, not wanting to ask him to continue.

“Mmm, I think you are.”

He plunged two fingers inside her sex, causing her to buck against him as his tongue met her again. She groaned as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Fuck,” he growled.

He moved away entirely, leaving her feeling completely bereft and exposed. She heard the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor before he gripped her hips and buried his cock in her, grunting. He ground into