Forsaking (Vampire Assassin League Book 26) by Jackie Ivie

widened. Her breath snagged. His matched.
    “You see? I can’t even control this.”
    “Oh. Bramwell. Wow.”
    She started suctioning him in and then releasing him in a slow, sliding motion. What was she doing? Sex fogged up everything. It had gotten her into this. She needed a clear head. Open mind. Negotiation skills. She swallowed.
    Hard.
    “Maybe you’d better tell me a bit more about the mate stuff. Okay? I mean...I’m not totally against the idea.”
    He snorted. Rolled. Pushed up. Put incredibly defined man on display. Between her legs. Her body shuddered. His arms and pecs tightened as he exhibited a like response. The bed beneath them trembled.
    “What do you need to know, darlin’?”
    “Do I have to become one, too?”
    “A vampire?”
    “Yes.”
    “Of course.”
    “Of course?”
    Her voice rose. It didn’t match how her body surged toward him. Her legs tightened to bring him closer, and then eased so he could make his next stroke. Her hands started roaming all over extremely sculpted arms and shoulders.
    “It’s eternal life, sweetheart.”
    “You didn’t describe it that way. Sounds more like eternal death.”
    “Oh. It won’t be. Not for you.”
    “Why not?”
    “You’re mated already.”
    “Oh...Bramwell! That feels so good. Unbelievable. This is terrible.”
    “Terrible?”
    “I’m trying to figure out...this vampirism thing. I need. I need—oh. Yes. Right there.”
    “You’ll never get sick, darlin’. Never injured.”
    “Can it cure...illness? Disease?”
    “Yep.”
    “Even Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever?”
    “Everything.”
    “Wow. That’s a plus. Add that to your body. And what you can do with it. Oh, Bramwell. Baby. You make it sound so...
hmm
.”
    He was moving long and slow. Keeping a rhythm only he heard at first. The bed started creaking, while the netting swayed.
    “Oh, Bramwell...hmm. This is so wrong.”
    “Is it?”
    He’d lifted onto his knees, gaining a better position, sending visual impact to enhance the physical portion of this. Every stroke sent multiple stimuli. Her body had no trouble intercepting it. And then reacting.
    “Oh, Bram. Oh, babe. Oh. This is...no. Wait. I need to explain. I’ve been called...cold-hearted. A woman has to be nowadays.”
    “Really?”
    Oh. He had such a perfect body. Such amazing moves. Marielle almost sighed in appreciation before catching such stupidity. Estrogen was not going to get the air cleared. It was just mucking things up.
    “Men like to...control. Command. Dominate.”
    “We do, do we?”
    His hands tightened around her waist. Anchoring her to him. Using his handholds to bring each thrust in harder. Deeper. Driving her crazy. Making her say things she’d normally keep to herself.
    “Yeah...and I’m not entering any relationship...without an exit strategy. It’s a self-preservation thing.”
    “Exit strategy?”
    He stopped every movement. His jaw even set. That put sharp canines on display. Her loins were afire with all kinds of stimulation, vibrating with need, and he hovered in place, giving her an enigmatic, dark look.
Holy shit
. The man was swoon-inducing. She had to breathe shallowly and quickly to prevent it. That body? In this position? Highlighted by fangs? Heat wasn’t the only thing between them. It was brighter, as well.
    “You got a problem with that?” she whispered.
    He trembled. And then he smiled. And her heart took a nosedive.
    “Nope,” he finally answered. He punctuated it with a shove against her pelvis, melding them. “You want to dominate me, sweetheart?”
    His eyes weren’t remotely opaque. They were dark, mysterious, and incredibly soulful. Deep. She’d never felt so loved. Desired. Or safe.
    With a vampire?
    Swooning actually sounded like a viable option to the flush of emotion that flooded her. Her eyes filled with tears. She had to blink rapidly to stop them. Her skin rippled with goose bumps. Her breath quavered. “Nothing is forever. Okay? I watched my mom get her