barrier between them, no condom. As they moved, she dug her fingers into the hard plain of his back, scrambling for purchase. Though they hadn’t planned it, the moment was upon them. From this there was no going back. Without a word, she understood: immortality waited.
Vincent sat back on his heels, pulling Amanda up with him. His hands held her hips as she clung to his shoulders, her ankles hooked behind his back. Her weight dragged her down as he rose from below. Her vision narrowed to a tunnel, Vincent's blue eyes the only thing she could see. Sparks danced along the edge of the darkness, bright and shining as they climbed higher.
He filled her completely, and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of him inside. His hot glide was slow and sensual. Her hips gyrated in response. They moved together, drifting on the same ocean. Over and over his arousal lifted her, moving faster, thrusting higher. Time seemed to stop, only the rhythm of their union marking its passage.
Though Vincent still sat back on his heels, she realized he was laying her back. As her shoulders touched the comforter, he pulled her hips to him. It was a penetration unlike anything she had ever known. Her hands flew to the comforter and her back arched high. The stiff rod of his flesh was all she could feel. He pressed his palm over her belly and, incredibly, the pressure mounted.
“Oh yes,” he whispered above her. “ Yes .”
Then the thrusting began. His hips flew forward, even as he tugged her to him. They collided with thuds that took her breath away. He moved faster, completely in control. Without stopping, he slid a hand down her belly. His thumb pressed over her mound, through the curls, and down to the sensitive nub. He circled and then fondled it.
She screamed again, not even knowing what she said. The hot rush of his climax filled her as he spilled himself deep inside, her name pouring off his lips. Then she shattered, her body bursting into a million pieces as she screamed, head thrown back, body limp as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over her. She could do nothing but hang in Vincent's arms as she shuddered, each point where they touched another caress of fire. She wanted to slam her thighs shut, to roll over and recover, but the pleasure was too much and she could not let go.
She felt the bed under her back and Vincent on top of her, but he hadn’t stopped. It was as though they were trapped in a cycle of pleasure. Her hips rose to his thrusts, even as the room began to spin. His head sank to the comforter next to hers, his arousal still jerking inside her. Still linked together in the middle of their bed, they finally became still and darkness engulfed her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
AMANDA WAS THE first to recover. Crusty eyes cracked open with a groan. Her body felt like a wet noodle and her mouth was full of fuzz. Totally worth it. She may have felt like she had been hit by a dump truck, but would be more than happy to try it again after a shower, and a burger, with fries and a shake. And a cookie. She was definitely going to need a cookie.
Vincent managed to get one eye open and groaned. When he saw she was awake he propped himself up on his elbow, a beatific smile on his face.
"So how does it feel to be immortal?"
It was a phrase Amanda had never used before, and she rolled it around in her head until satisfied it got the heart of what she wanted to say.
"That was fucking awesome!"
When Vincent stopped laughing, he said, “We have forever, you know.”
She sat straight up with a gasp.
“Do you know what this means?” She hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom still talking to Vincent from the shower. “I’m going to try every spell in my grimoire. Then we are going to find some place that has hamburgers, fries, the works. Then there will be cookies.”
She shut the shower off, then wrapped herself in a towel, and stood in the doorway.
Vincent smiled from where he still lay in the
Vincent sat back on his heels, pulling Amanda up with him. His hands held her hips as she clung to his shoulders, her ankles hooked behind his back. Her weight dragged her down as he rose from below. Her vision narrowed to a tunnel, Vincent's blue eyes the only thing she could see. Sparks danced along the edge of the darkness, bright and shining as they climbed higher.
He filled her completely, and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of him inside. His hot glide was slow and sensual. Her hips gyrated in response. They moved together, drifting on the same ocean. Over and over his arousal lifted her, moving faster, thrusting higher. Time seemed to stop, only the rhythm of their union marking its passage.
Though Vincent still sat back on his heels, she realized he was laying her back. As her shoulders touched the comforter, he pulled her hips to him. It was a penetration unlike anything she had ever known. Her hands flew to the comforter and her back arched high. The stiff rod of his flesh was all she could feel. He pressed his palm over her belly and, incredibly, the pressure mounted.
“Oh yes,” he whispered above her. “ Yes .”
Then the thrusting began. His hips flew forward, even as he tugged her to him. They collided with thuds that took her breath away. He moved faster, completely in control. Without stopping, he slid a hand down her belly. His thumb pressed over her mound, through the curls, and down to the sensitive nub. He circled and then fondled it.
She screamed again, not even knowing what she said. The hot rush of his climax filled her as he spilled himself deep inside, her name pouring off his lips. Then she shattered, her body bursting into a million pieces as she screamed, head thrown back, body limp as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over her. She could do nothing but hang in Vincent's arms as she shuddered, each point where they touched another caress of fire. She wanted to slam her thighs shut, to roll over and recover, but the pleasure was too much and she could not let go.
She felt the bed under her back and Vincent on top of her, but he hadn’t stopped. It was as though they were trapped in a cycle of pleasure. Her hips rose to his thrusts, even as the room began to spin. His head sank to the comforter next to hers, his arousal still jerking inside her. Still linked together in the middle of their bed, they finally became still and darkness engulfed her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
AMANDA WAS THE first to recover. Crusty eyes cracked open with a groan. Her body felt like a wet noodle and her mouth was full of fuzz. Totally worth it. She may have felt like she had been hit by a dump truck, but would be more than happy to try it again after a shower, and a burger, with fries and a shake. And a cookie. She was definitely going to need a cookie.
Vincent managed to get one eye open and groaned. When he saw she was awake he propped himself up on his elbow, a beatific smile on his face.
"So how does it feel to be immortal?"
It was a phrase Amanda had never used before, and she rolled it around in her head until satisfied it got the heart of what she wanted to say.
"That was fucking awesome!"
When Vincent stopped laughing, he said, “We have forever, you know.”
She sat straight up with a gasp.
“Do you know what this means?” She hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom still talking to Vincent from the shower. “I’m going to try every spell in my grimoire. Then we are going to find some place that has hamburgers, fries, the works. Then there will be cookies.”
She shut the shower off, then wrapped herself in a towel, and stood in the doorway.
Vincent smiled from where he still lay in the
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