His hand took over her clitoris and his mouth moved to her entrance. She couldn't figure out what he was planning until his fangs moved right over her opening and he bit her. She screamed as a wall of pleasure hit her, hard. She reeled. Her body arched into him and he held her down before she skewered herself on his fangs. He pulled his fangs off her and licked her wounds closed. She purred. Waves of ecstasy still washed over her.
Bastian licked his fingers and moved next to her. Twyla could not move. She had never orgasmed that hard. Bastian pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of his head. "Do you want to go to your bedroom tonight?" he asked.
It took her a second to figure out what he was asking. He wanted to know if she wanted to share a bed with him. Or spend the night in her bed alone. Have her own space. It was such a thoughtful question.
"No, I'm happy."
"Me too," he said. He summoned a blanket and his shadows cocooned them from the sun.
