Page 107 of Dark Obsession
He’d rendered her speechless.
Dorian held his breath, desperate for her answer.
Outside, winter’s first snow had just begun to fall, covering Rosalind’s roses in a thick, white blanket.
Charlotte’s eyes lit up at the sight.
Yet it seemed as if the spring had come and gone again before she finally sucked in a deep breath and dropped to her knees before him, wrapping her arms around his neck and claiming him in a devastating kiss.
Dorian ran his hand over her head, down her back, kissing her lips, her cheeks, kissing away all of her happy tears. She leaned into him, and he loosened her bathrobe and slid his hand between her thighs, finding her hot and wet and ready for him, as she always was. A soft moan escaped her lips; a music he would never tire of hearing.
But she still hadn’t answered him.
“So what will it be, Ms. D’Amico?” he whispered, teasing her with feather-light strokes as his lips brushed her collarbone. “Option one, or option two?”
Charlotte threaded her fingers into his hair and let out a delighted squeal, the first of many, many more he’d coax from her tonight night. The snow continued to fall, enveloping Ravenswood in winter’s diamond-white grace, but here in the dining room—intheirdining room—Charlotte melted beneath Dorian’s touch, her eyes shining with love, her legs trembling as he made her come, again and again and again, all for him.
“Option two, my vampire king,” she finally whispered on a soft, breathless sigh. “Always, option two.”
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