Accidentally Married to…a Vampire?(Accidentally Yours #2)(66)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

She was dead, right? Because, she didn’t feel alive and she was certainly somewhere peaceful and quiet.

To her side, the fluid sound of gentle breaths swept in and out of her ears. In and out, coaxing her to fully awaken and open her heavy lids. What was missing were her own breaths. And her heartbeat.

Yes. heaven.

Her eyes crept opened. Her blurry vision cleared instantly, and her gaze gravitated toward the sublime male specimen sleeping at her side.

“Oh my God!” She flung herself over Niccolo’s body, unable to believe he was truly there. Was he a dream?

“Oh, God. Niccolo, is it really you? Wake up. Please, wake up.” Cupping both sides of his immobile face, she smothered him in kisses; cheeks, earlobes, lips, brows—not one centimeter was left untouched.

He remained peacefully resting, unaffected by her touches. Helena quickly looked him over, her hands frantically hopscotching over each of his limbs. Was he injured?

He seemed intact. He was dressed in all white linen, looking tanner than usual. Almost golden, in fact. His long dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail.

No, he didn’t look simply intact, he looked magnificent, and she could hear his heart steadily drumming away. He was alive! Definitely alive.

She moved her mouth to his and kissed his lips, face, and neck. Then she stopped to inhale his scent.

Man! He smells so good! Like a delicious bouquet of chocolates, vanilla, and spice. Her mouth watered. She licked her lips as her eyes zeroed in on the pulse of his neck. Fangs painfully popped from her gums along with the irresistible urge to bit him. Hard.

“Crap!” She covered her mouth and scrambled away. I want to eat him, and not in a naughty kind of way…

His eyes flew open, and he sat up. A large glowing smile swept across his face the moment he recognized her.

“Helena!” He jumped from the bed, grabbed her, and clutched her tightly to his body.

“Oh my God, you’re okay!”

Niccolo kissed her with such passion that her toes curled. Every nerve tingled, every cell ignited with his touch. He electrified her body.

“Wait” She pushed hard and broke his grip. She was much stronger than before.

“No,” he said in a low, desperate voice. “I need you. Now. I never thought I’d see you again. I died. You died. I don’t know how or if this is just a dream but…” he pulled her into him again.

This time she didn’t resist. He was right; she needed him as badly as he needed her. She really didn’t know how they’d survived, but there’d be time for answers later. Right now, they were together…somewhere tropical maybe? Who cared. Could be a damned Super 8 in Po Dunk, and it still wouldn’t matter.

Helena looked down and noticed she was wearing a gauzy white dress that matched Niccolo’s white outfit.

She pulled the dress over her head and flung it to the Saltillo tile floor.

Niccolo smiled as his eyes wandered over her na**d flesh.

Turquoise! Oh my God. “Niccolo…your eyes! They’re—”

“No talking! Kiss me. Now!” His gorgeous new turquoise eyes gleamed with desire and joy. The handsomeness of his face stole her breath.

“How did I ever think I could live without you?” she asked. Her heart fluttered, and the sensation jarred her. She quickly removed the clothes from his body and shoved him down on the bed. The new power surging through her veins only heightened her arousal.

“I have absolutely no idea.” He snickered.

“I’ll never leave you again,” she promised. The steady gaze of her eyes held the conviction of her words. She would never again separate herself willingly from him. “Until the world ends, I’ll stay by your side.”

Niccolo grinned from ear to ear.

Something about seeing this man genuinely happy felt…magical. Like the universe was finally set right. The raw edges of his personality, the darkness, had lifted.

She loved this man’s soul with every fiber of her being.

And his body…was it custom made for her? It was even more glorious than she remembered, with sleek and hard curves of muscles everywhere she looked. His stomach was chiseled from pure steel. His erection was thick and hard, just waiting for her.

A million emotions bombarded her mind, but only one was worthy of her attention: she needed him. Yes, they’d made love in the hotel, and it was fan-frigging-tastic. But at the time, this epic connection hadn’t been fully forged; she hadn’t committed her entire soul to him just yet.

She slowly moved toward him with her trembling hand. She let her fingertips gently float over the ridges of his sculpted abdomen.

His gaze smoldered with ravenous intensity as she lowered her head and sampled his lips.

It was a kiss unlike any other. Like lightening bolts of euphoria shooting into her core. Before her mind could process the flood of raw lust crashing into her, Niccolo had her pinned her under his weight.

Sexual hunger shined in his dark eyes; he too was overcome with this animalistic drive. He plunged his head and took her mouth with fury, gripping her hair tightly with one hand and cupping her cheek with the other. He held her still as his tongue thrust deeply in her mouth. He panted and groaned with each sharp breath.

His hardness pulsed against her hip, and he thrust his thigh against her juncture, undulating and pushing in time with the movements of his mouth. Helena wanted to touch him, to stroke his velvety hard cock. She wanted to taste him on her lips, to lick and savor every inch, but she couldn’t muster the will to stop their momentum. The weight of him, the urgency and hunger in his touch and kiss, they were rapidly taking her to the place she wanted to go.

Lady Pervert Land? Oh yeah…Happy place, here I come!

Helena’s mind barely registered the sensation of his strong, callused hand sliding down her neck, over her breast and stomach, until his touch reached between her legs. His fingers delved into her cleft and Helena moaned.

“You are so silky and hot, Helena,” he whispered into her ear.

She wondered if she would ever want this man to take his time with her. Foreplay simply felt like a waste. He had only to look at her, and she was ready.

She flipped him on his back and straddled him. “I want you…now.”

Niccolo’s head flew back and his lids clamped tight as Helena bore down on him. Once deep inside, she ground her h*ps at his base to savor the fullness of him inside her. Every inch of him drove her mad. Every. Thick. Inch. Was made just for her pleasure.

“Yes, it is,” he replied with a breathy voice.

Helena laughed. Internal dialog leakage. Again? Oh, well. Any second now, she was going to scream much naughtier things.