Accidentally…Cimil? (Accidentally Yours #4.5)(26)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

There was simply us.

As his mouth worked over mine at a sensual, expert pace, he gently cupped my br**sts, caressing the soft curves with his palms and stroking my hard ni**les with his thumbs.

He deepened the kiss, and his hands floated down to the curves of my waist. He pulled me into him with such force that the air whooshed from my lungs.

“Sorry, my love,” he panted. “But I can’t be gentle. I cannot be slow. I have waited far too long to be inside you.”

Suddenly, I was back on the bed; Roberto stood before me and began stripping away his shirt.

“What? You’re not going to just tear them off again?”

“My last shirt and pair of pants. And now that I am penniless, I will have to make them last.” His dark, exotic eyes twinkled.

He was joking. If there was one thing vampires were good at, it was making money. He’d be back to his old, disgustingly wealthy self in no time.

He threw his shirt to the floor and shed his pants, standing before me tall, glorious, and sexy as he’d ever been. Thousands of years had not dulled his raw, male magnificence or my fascination with every hard inch of his body, especially his thick, long shaft. (Yes, this time, I’m talking about his penis.) But what had changed were his eyes. Once they shimmered with a hunger for dominance and power, but now they glowed with something that radiated from deep within. A confidence, perhaps, that he always knew we were meant to be. Maybe it came from the satisfaction of feeling that we’d finally overcome our obstacles. Or perhaps it was the wisdom one only achieved through a lifetime of trial and error. I was sorry I’d missed that journey with him, because whatever he’d gone through had made him sexier than ever, a real man who’d replaced that enormous ego with something much more powerful. Love.

“You truly are a goddess, Cimil.” He beamed down at my body.

And I am all yours. I opened my legs for him in a silent, blatant invitation. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

His eyes flickered to black orbs, a sign that he was overcome with lust. Before I blinked, his h*ps were thrusting into me, his hard c**k stroking my body into a tight, hot frenzy of delicious wave after wave of pleasure.

His eyes drilled into me, a steady rock among the whirlwind of euphoric sensations overpowering my body. “You feel so much better than I imagined. So hot and slick. But I need more.” He placed his lips over the pulse on my neck and bit down hard.

I gasped at first, thinking that he was insane, that my light would cook him from the inside out. But as he vigorously sucked with his mouth and pumped with his cock, my human body was the only thing cooking. It felt as though he’d transformed my entire body into one enormous center of pleasure aching to be stroked by his powerful, hard body.

“Oh, gods! Oh, gods!” I couldn’t stop what was coming. Feeling our pulses beat in synchronization to that erotic sucking and sinful thrusting, seeing his beautiful body—each muscle chiseled to perfection and covered with a sheen of sweat—his na**d body flexing and straining to drive his thick shaft deeper and deeper, I couldn’t hold back.

A violent orgasm ripped through my body. Roberto pushed forward one final time, releasing another avalanche of pleasure. He groaned like a savage beast as he poured himself into me.

Panting like he’d just sifted halfway across the world and back again, he collapsed on top of me, nestling his face in the crook of my neck.

My mind spun in dizzying circles.

“Gods, Cimil, you taste delicious. Like nothing I’ve ever had. Rich and smoky and sweet.”

I smiled. Maybe my darkness tasted like chocolate.

We turned our faces toward one another and gazed into each other’s eyes. There it was again. The beginning, the end, light, darkness, happiness, destruction, the entire fate of the world balancing on the tip of a needle. He and I together. Him doing good. Me doing bad, ergo, good.

“Holy shit,” I said, “we’re the weights, balancing the scale. Yin and yang.”

He shrugged his brows suggestively. “My yin is wanting more of your yang.”

I pulled my head back, wincing.

Roberto’s dark eyes narrowed. “What now? Please don’t tell me you have to go burn down a church or poke someone in the eye.”

I shook my head. “No. I have that scheduled for seven a.m. tomorrow. But we need to talk—”

He kissed me hard and thrust himself into me. I gasped from the raw pleasure of his invasion. “There will be time for talking later.” He thrust again and this time I saw stars.

* * *

Five days later

Roberto and I made love twenty times in every room of the estate. I was extremely happy that my immortal body did not require sustenance and that his body thought of my blood as a giant energy bar. We banged our way through the night, rested during the day, and took long hot baths in between.

On that sixth evening, he stretched his long, hard, na**d body across the bed and yawned as the sun retreated. I had been anxiously waiting for him to wake so that I could tell him a few minor details I’d realized over the past few days.

“Hi, sweetie,” I said and kissed his full lips.

“Ummm. Good evening, my goddess.” He rolled on top of me and instantly began to feed from my neck, groaning and, well, growing.

“Eh-hem,” I said. “Honey?”

He grunted like a wild beast and started working his way between my thighs.

Hold those legs together, goddess. Do not give in. But he was much too strong and popped them open like a ripe tangerine.

Dammit. I would have to start working out my thighs. If only they had some sort of device for that? If I ever found one, I’d buy two. For every room of the house. Plus a few dozen backups. Because once Roberto got into position, I was completely useless.

I felt his moist head slide between my folds and tensed. The sucking and pumping, the kissing and stroking, panting and groaning would start and wouldn’t stop until the sun once again set. I’d be lost to him. So very, very lost.

Come on, Cimil. Connect that brain of yours to those lips. “Roberto, honey,” I panted. Resist orgasm, resist orgasm, resist. “There’s something I should tell you.”

He groaned, but did not release the powerful suction of his lips or slow the rhythm of his demanding body.

“Listen, Narmer—Roberto. I know that this doesn’t seem important, but Other-me hasn’t left yet. And, well, I think you should know that I don’t think she ever will.”

It was true. I’d seen her several times over the past few days. Each time, her clothing changed. More modern, more flashy. I came to the conclusion that she’d never leave. Whatever chain of events I’d triggered, my actions from here on out would only delay the end.