He nuzzled her, and she nearly came apart. She didn’t have to shave because he simply removed all hair, not wanting any barriers between his mouth and his prize. He used his wicked tongue to lap at her, taking his time, treating her like his favorite dessert. He knew exactly what he was doing and everything that she liked. He was relentless, not allowing her to climax, but driving her up over and over until in desperation, she latched on to his erection again, enveloping his heavy cock with her mouth to keep from screaming and begging.

His taste always undid her, but he was so wicked she could barely keep sucking. The fire grew and grew until she thought she might simply burn up. Then his teeth raked her clit and her body dissolved. Fragmented. Threw her into the starlit sky, where she floated in a kind of bliss. So good. So perfect.

He caught her around the waist with both hands and turned her, so that she was facing him. He lifted her over his pulsing shaft, all the while balancing on the back of the horse as it rode up and down to the music, as the carousel spun in a wide, lazy circle. She felt the broad head of his cock at her entrance, and then, as the carousel horse went up, he crouched on its back and slammed her down hard as he stood, driving into her, filling her. It was brutal. It was invasive. It was perfect.

He took her to the beat of the music. Every stroke sent fire racing through her, spreading until her veins were molten lava and her core was so hot it felt volcanic. He sent her over the edge twice, but kept going until she thought she was too sensitive to continue. He didn’t stop. She loved that he didn’t stop. That for once he shed his control and was wild and uninhibited, taking her ruthlessly. Still… she was so far gone, she was afraid she might spontaneously combust.

I can’t take it.

You can take it. Feel me inside you, where I belong.

How could she not feel him? He’d taken her over. Her mind. Her heart. Her soul. Her body belonged to him. His hands had gone to her bottom now, lifting and pressing down, each movement harder than the last. Still he continued and it built again, that terrible, wonderful fire that only he could give her. Her breath came in ragged sobs, hitching in time to the music, and then he leaned into her and sank his teeth into her neck.

Her core convulsed around his cock, milking and squeezing in demand. He swelled, hotter, bigger. And then jet after jet of scorching seed filled her as her body dragged his very essence from him. Their orgasms went on for what seemed an eternity, rocking them both, and they rode it out together, Charlotte holding on to him with everything she had. All the while the carousel kept spinning around.

“I love you, Charlotte,” Tariq whispered in her ear. He kissed her neck, used his tongue to soothe the sting where he’d bitten her. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

“I think I’ll need a surprise like this every few days.”

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She rubbed her face against his chest and then turned it up for his kiss. “I’m very inventive,” she said when he lifted his head.

“My gain.”

“You’re always inventive.” She squirmed over his cock, remembering how he had placed her in the bed when they’d woken, her arms above her head and her legs spread wide. Once in position, she hadn’t been able to move. He’d had his way with her, and she didn’t think she’d ever recover from that one.

“It’s good that we both are.” He kissed her again.

She buried her fingers in his wealth of hair. “I love this, Tariq. Our strange life. Vampires and puppets aside, being Carpathian is wonderful and being with you is a gift without comparison. I love our children and our weird family of ancient hunters, Emeline, Genevieve and Maksim and Blaze.”

“We’re good together,” he agreed. “All of us. Someday I’ll take you to the Carpathian Mountains to meet more of our kind, but we’re building something good here. There will always be vampires in our lives, but with the family we’re building, we’ll have protection as well.”

“I love our life,” she reiterated. She would have had vampires in her life without him, and she wouldn’t have fared as well. Now she had the children. She was a mother to four girls and a boy. She had women around her she cared about and hunters sworn to protect them all. Dangerous, scary men, but powerful; she found she cared about them as well. All in all, she would take her strange life over any other.

“I love you,” she said again, pouring how deeply she felt into the admission.

He kissed her and that was perfection.



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