Page 30 of Stolen Hours

“Ian!” Farrah wailed, rubbing her breasts while he massaged her clit.

Despite the tightness that was almost painful, the squeezing sensation of her walls milked his cum out in a hard burst that surprised him. And once Ian started, he couldn’t stop.

“Fuck! Farrah, love, oh fuck,” he panted, fist slamming into the ground as his cum flooded her and made her tight haven tighter still, and twice as hot and slippery. “My God,” he whispered reverently.

“My Ian,” Farrah gasped up at him, eyes hazy, body limp. “Oh, Ian... Oh, that was... That was perfection,” she echoed his earlier cry.

He eased down on top of her, kissing her tenderly, and rolled them to their sides. He hugged her close, heart hammering, watching his beautiful Farrah splayed and limp against him. “Holding you in my arms, feeling you around me... That’s the perfection, sweet one.”

Farrah kissed the broad planes of his chest before curling up tightly to him, moaning softly as he remained inside of her, hard and full. “I never imagined a month ago that my summer in Scotland would end up like this,” she sighed.

“Nor did I, not a month ago. But almost,” Ian tipped her head back and kissed her, long and deep. “I knew I wanted to end up this way, with you as my bride, from the second I saw you.”

So Good at Being Bad

Starring Penny and Brax from Frost Bite

Six months ago...

It was dark when they went out. Naturally dark, the darkness of a Christmas morning at six, when the sun is still hidden by the cold gray skies that linger in the mountains.

“I didn’t bring them anything.” Brax tugged his coat tighter around his body—his warm, strong body. He felt like he could run straight up the side of Everest without stopping, and he’d carry Penny all the way.

Penny patted a silver snowflake into place on the collar of her pink turtleneck. “Mom gave me this pin last year. She’ll be thrilled I’m finally wearing it—and what do you mean you didn’t bring anything? You’re bringing me, and you saved their house, their lives, their daughter...”

“They’re not going to know that! Are you sure we should be there this early?” Brax hesitated before climbing into his car.

“It’s tradition. We’re not allowed to open the stockings until 6:05 on Christmas morning,” Penny giggled. “The rule was that we couldn’t wake our parents up until six, and it took five minutes of pulling and pleading to get them both out of bed and downstairs, so—”

“So the 6:05 present party was born.”

“They didn’t get you anything, either,” Penny pointed out, snuggling into the passenger seat and huddling into her coat.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to just drop you off and stay in the car? Or I can come back.”

Penny looked at him with one eyebrow raised in warning. “I still have a stake in my purse. Do I need to get it out and use it?”

Brax was suddenly assaulted with very naughty images of Penny using the stake in very creative ways—wrapped in latex and worn down to a perfect smooth dome instead of a point, rubbing it againsthis cock, inserting it in her pretty pussy while he was in her backside, his fangs buried in her neck.

“I wanna go back to the apartment,” he demanded suddenly.

“Brax! Sit down. I would never really hurt you, you know that.” Penny bit her lip. “I... I love you, remember?”

“I remember. That’s why I wanna go back inside. I’m a good vamp, but I’m a very depraved man. Later on, can I show you a few little ways to use that stake on a vampire—in a non-deadly way?”