His Mortal Soul by a.c. Mason Read Free Book Online

It would be so easy to go this way. In his arms. Lost in him. This was perfection. All she needed to do was let go. The urgency of his thrusts undulated though her. Nothing in her life had ever felt as right as when her body joined with his. And when they shared ecstasy.
    His grip tightened. He wrenched his mouth from her neck. “Sephora,” he roared with the last of his release, driving deep within her. Blood smeared on his mouth and chin. A trail of fluid drizzled down her chest. Supported by his arms, she relaxed onto his chest. Her body felt heavy, lulled as if to sleep, and her eyelids drifted shut.
    "I'm tired,” she said. His manly scent enveloped her, mixing with her own. With him, she was safe and protected. “We make great love."
    "Made love?” he questioned, with surprise in his tone, which slid through the fog in her mind.
    "That's what it was for me.” Every muscle in her body relaxed. Tonight she'd shared love in the arms of a man. Technically, he was a vampire. But definitely a male.
    Everything grew hazy. She jerked from the sense of falling.
    "I drank too much.” Panic sounded in his voice. “Sephora, open your eyes.” He licked her neck.
    She giggled from the touch of his tongue. “Not right now, let me get some rest.” For a man that had never been with a woman before, he sure had become a demanding lover quickly. It was good to know he wanted her again, but it was too soon for her. Given his erection was still stiff, it didn't appear to be for him. He was still inside her, filling her. Her clit throbbed. Maybe that was a vampire thing.
    " Mo lon dubh , look at me,” he commanded.
    She tried to do what he requested of her, if only to get him to let her rest, but she simply couldn't. “Sorry, no can do. I've met my capacity,” she muttered. “Three orgasms is a respectable amount for your first time with a woman. I'm not conditioned for this kind of marathon sex. You've got to work a girl up to all this satisfaction, otherwise she's exhausted."
    She was talking, but was not sure if her words made any sense. She wasn't getting the impression that she had managed to reassure him.
    "Shit.” He sounded upset, yet distant.
    Maybe he hadn't calmed down.
    "I'm going to need to give you my blood,” he said.
    "Kinky.” Not that she wasn't intrigued by the thought of tasting him, but sleep still held the more appealing proposition. “It will need to wait until after my nap."
    He withdrew from her and laid her down.
    "Thanks, Kieran. I promise when I wake up I'll make it up to you."
    " I don't know what I'm doing, Sephora. She never told me anything about what I am. You might be better off dead than what I am ,” Kieran said in her mind.
    " I can't believe you'd think such a horrible thing. Despite what you assume about yourself, you've helped people—helped me .” Too many people placed good and evil into neat little boxes. It wasn't that simple. She'd seen real evil, and Kieran was nothing like that. It was dark, empty and ugly, and he was none of those. “ Even a heathen like me can see the good in you ."
    " If you turn, I won't abandon you the way she did me. I promise you this, Sephora .” His voice faded into the distance. “Open your mouth."
    Even in her heavy slumber, his spoken words shot heat through her. “Mmm."
    His fingers parted her lips. Drips of thick liquid splattered on her tongue. She swallowed. Blistering heat ignited every inch of her. She opened her eyes. His wrist was above her mouth and blood flowed from a cut. Without intending to, she rose toward the wound and covered it with her lips. She suckled. It was delicious, liquid bliss. His fluid filled her mouth, and she gulped.
    "Enough, Sephora,” he said, and pulled his arm back.
    "More.” She crawled on top of him. Her entire body flushed with need—for him to possess her. “I need you inside me.” Tucking her face close to his ear, she licked and nipped. She stroked his hard cock with her hand. He needed to be