Cursed (The Brookehaven Vampires #4) by Joann I. Martin Sowles Read Free Book Online Page B

understand what I was thinking.
    “You smell different when you ovulate,” he said.
    I went from a scrunched face to a raised eyebrow in a split second.
    He chuckled. “Like with any race, females give off a specific pheromone when they ovulate. This includes humans.”
    Alrighty then.
    “But, if you want me to, you know, use something, I will. I understand. I just thought—”
    I cut him off, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips to his so hard I thought they might bleed. I didn’t need to hear more. I got it. Moving on. We didn’t speak again, not then, anyway.
    With his lips on mine, he lowered himself on me once more. He was heavy, but it felt so good to have the weight of him on top of me.
    My body was buzzing, covered in chills of anticipation and excitement. I dug my fingers into the back of his hair as his lips began traveling across my jaw and lower.
    While his lips kissed along my neck, another part of his body was making its way to its destination. His fingers trailed down my side and along one of my thighs. A shudder ran through me and Oliver laughed softly. I smiled, relaxing, a little.
    He then slipped his fingers back up my side and into one of my hands, gripping it tightly while another part of him found what it had been searching for. I held my breath and squeezed his hand in return.
    With his lips at my ear, he whispered, “I love you, Laney. Now and forever.” Then it happened. A quiet gasp escaped me as he entered my body. His mouth was on mine in that moment. With my free hand, I gripped his bicep, and my fingernails dug into his skin.
    He eased himself deeper with each movement. I won’t lie, it freaking hurt. I honestly thought we might be doing it wrong.
    I pulled my lips from his and buried my face against his shoulder. I blamed my heightened senses as I pulled my other hand free of his and hugged him to me, hoping the pain would soon fade as he slowly pushed farther inside of me.
    He paused, hovering over me , his green eyes fixing on mine. Breathlessly, he asked, “Should I stop?”
    I shook my head and thought of Kiera’s words, “It hurts at first…”
    “Are you sure?” he asked. He was concerned, and he had obviously picked up on my emotions.
    I nodded.
    I could see that he was hesitant, but he kissed me again and began moving, slowly. I knew he was trying to be gentle.
    His bonding scent was strong and filling the room. The smell calmed me—relaxed me a little. A little. But as the entire length of him entered me, an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure suddenly consumed me. I cried out, my fingers digging into his back.
    He paused again and looked down at me. “I’m sorry, Laney. I can feel how much this hurts you. We can stop,” his voice was ragged. His eyes were on mine, intense as he brushed my hair back against the pillow.
    As he made to remove himself from my body, I was suddenly fearful of him stopping—I couldn’t allow it.
    “Please, don’t stop,” I breathed. I held him to me and shook my head, refusing to let him remove himself from me.
    I could see the concern in his eyes, but as I urged him to continue, I saw his need for me and for our bonding to happen take hold of him. He crushed his lips to mine, and with another movement, he was deep inside of me. A moan escaped us both.
    Pleasure quickly began outweighing the pain, and as it did so, I was able to relax and just be in that moment —enjoying the feeling of being connected to him—of being one with him.
    My body was warm, heated by our movements. The feel of Oliver inside of me, the way it felt to have him stretching me and thrusting inside of me was more amazing than I could have imagined. He was trying to be gentle, going slowly and kissing me tenderly, but once my feelings of pleasure fully outweighed those of discomfort, his own need took over. His body pressed harder against mine, he pushed deeper, moved faster. I couldn’t help the sounds that escaped me, and with each sound I made, the