Free A Taste of Twilight by Aubrey Ross

me to stop?
    “No! I just… I think I’m going to—”
    Her cunt gripped him so tightly he pulled his fangs from her throat, panting. She was incredibly responsive, accepting the new sensations without hesitation, reveling in the pleasure. Framing her face between his palms, he captured her mouth, matching each hard thrust with his tongue.
    You’re amazing. He sent the words to her mind and a staggering rush of emotion returned across the telepathic link. Passion and curiosity. Greedy and impatient, she demanded his breath, his heat, his strength, his virility. Thrilled by her ravenous desire, he claimed her without reservation. She matched him thrust for thrust, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
    His balls tingled with the onset of his orgasm and he reached again for her mind, sharing the splendor he had only found in her arms. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as her inner muscles triggered his release. He raised her hips off the bed and came in shuddering spurts, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure.
    Panting and shaken, he wrapped his arms around her hips, holding her flush against his body. She continued to pulse with tiny aftershocks as she sagged back against the bed.
    “Is it always like this?” she asked with a sleepy smile.
    “It will be for us.” There was so much more he wanted to say, but he knew better. She needed time to accept the rapid changes, to release her hold on her old life and accept what lay ahead. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them to their sides. One of her legs extended as they rolled, the other still circled his waist. He stroked her warm thigh and savored her breath against his chest. It had been centuries since he’d felt so alive.
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    Jessie took the square of caramel-filled chocolate from Rafe’s fingers, sighing in contentment as the confection melted on her tongue. They sat in the middle of his bed, facing each other, her legs wrapped loosely around his hips.
    “Somebody has a sweet tooth.” He smiled into her eyes, watching as she licked the sticky residue from her lips.
    “Where did you get a Caramello at this hour?” She slid her hands up his chest and explored his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his flesh nearly as much as the chocolate. “You were only gone a few minutes.” And he’d wasted no time getting naked and back into bed.
    “I live to fulfill your every desire.”
    She chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He’d transported her up the coast without breaking a sweat. Pilfering a candy bar wasn’t even a challenge. He held out another square and she nipped his fingertips as she took the treat.
    He scowled with playful menace. “You shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
    “Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?” A shiver raced down her spine and the small wound on her neck tingled. “So, what’s true and what’s superstition?”
    “In regard to vampires?” She nodded. “We don’t sleep in coffins. At least we don’t need to. I know several who find it amusing.”
    “How did it all begin?” She combed her fingers through his hair, luxuriating in the silky texture. “Faelon transformed you, but who transformed him?”
    “Faelon is organic.” He smiled at her startled expression. “He was born a vampire. That’s why he’s so powerful. There are few organic vampires left.”
    Jessie just stared at him for a moment, her mind in turmoil. It never occurred to her that someone could give birth to a vampire. More of the lore and superstition had taken root than she cared to admit. “Are Faelon’s children vampires? How many vampires are there in the world? Are you immortal?”
    He chuckled and slipped another piece of candy into her mouth. “Immortality is relative. A true immortal would live forever. Vampires are immune to disease and are able to heal most wounds, but we can be killed. I have no idea how many vampires exist worldwide. What else