Black Heart by Evernight Publishing Read Free Book Online

hurt me. You
were in the Rapture for twenty-four minutes. You made me come a
total of six times. I may not walk for a week. God. It
was—fantastic.”
    Deegan exhaled in relief. He knew of only
one Rapture getting out of hand, or one that had been reported to
the Bureau. A Vampire back in the Fifties literally fucked and
drank his partner to death. Didn’t even know what he had done. The
secret fear plagued all those with any Vampire blood.
    Raylene purred in his arms. “I don’t
suppose you want to talk,” she teased.
    “ No, do you mind, mo chuisle? I
would rather expend my energy in other ways tonight. We will talk
tomorrow, I promise.”
    Raylene sat up, looking down at his still
hard-as-stone cock. Her finger trailed the long, pulsating vein
from the base to the head, her finger swirling in the mark she put
on him. Branded like a damned steer.
    “ I hope you don’t mind, that I
marked you here.”
    The light stroke of her finger made the
mark tingle and burn. She leaned down and kissed it, and he almost
came off the bed.
    ****
    Raylene
smiled . She
never was much for sucking on a man’s cock, but Deegan’s—wow. She
had a distinct feeling she would be on her knees a lot going
forward, fine with her. Knee pads were available at any home
improvement/hardware store, no worries. She wanted to taste him
again, savor his distinct flavor of earthy, musky male and the
intriguing combination of fresh, open ocean air. Damn, you could
bottle him and sell him as cologne.
    She knew there was a lot to work out and
discuss. No words of love were exchanged. Surely he must know, all
these years her feelings were as firm and solid as they were when
she was sixteen. She knew then, she would love no other man. Her
sexual escapades were few and far between and usually only when her
Vampire blood demanded it.
    She grabbed his cock at the base, taking
him into her mouth. He was so thick it stretched her mouth
deliciously. Raylene twisted at the base while she created suction
with her mouth, her tongue whirling over the head.
    The moans coming from Deegan urged her
onward. He didn’t hold back and came in her mouth within
minutes.
    It wasn’t enough. Without giving
Deegan any time to recover, she grabbed his still-twitching prick
and eased herself down on top of him, taking him as deep as she
could. He grabbed her ass to move her back and forth. God, the feel
of this man. Raylene bounced fiercely on his erect cock, her
hardened clit swollen and sensitive beyond anything—ever. She
arched her back, grabbed her breasts and tweaked her
nipples.
    “ Oh, Jaysus. Yes, more,” Deegan
rasped.
    Never had a man been buried so deep in
her. It was an eye-opener. She wanted to tell him she loved him,
that no other man made her feel this way. Intense, hot sex with the
man you loved was off-the-charts incredible. He stretched her wide;
the sensation sent her to—damn, a red haze forming in her vision.
The Rapture? She knew Dhampyres were capable of experiencing this
otherworldly sensation of sexual, blood-fuelled serenity, but here?
Now?
    “ Let it happen, Raylene—mo
chuisle, let the Rapture carry you away.” His voice was husky, and
his speaking Celtic sounded sexy as hell. What did it mean? That
was her last rational thought. She floated in a red, hot, liquid
place. She couldn’t hear anything, could hardly feel anything. She
had no idea if she moved, or rode Deegan like some Irish
Stallion.
    Raylene opened her eyes. She was lying on
top of Deegan, still straddling his hips, his cock buried deep. His
chest heaved, as he breathed hard.
    “ How long?”
    “ Thirty-two minutes. You were
astounding. I think you managed to tire me out.” Deegan
laughed.
    God, she couldn’t even lift her
head off his chest. Exhausted, in such a good way. The words
burbled up her throat, but she bit them back. No, she would not
tell him she loved him. After all this time, the decades of denial
on his part, for whatever reasons, silenced her. Maybe she