After our first session of lovemaking came another one, and then another, almost as if we couldn’t get enough of each other.
When we finished, we cuddled, enjoying the silence and the shared heat of our still joined bodies.
“Do you think I’ll be sore as it is described in the books?” I asked him after a while.
“What books?” He chuckled. “You read erotica?”
He sounded incredulous and I kind of took offense in that.
What the hell is wrong with reading erotica? I thought angrily while trying to turn away from him.
“Hey, hey,” he called out while tightening his hold on me. “There’s nothing wrong with reading erotica. It’s just that I didn’t peg you as the sexually frustrated kind of vampire princess. If you wanted to have a piece of me, all you had to do was ask,” he added in a hus
