Book 2: Begging You, Please

Kane

“Are you sure?” I ask Emory as I pull away from kissing her. Her green eyes are dazed like she’s lost in a daydream. Her scarlet hair looks like fire against the black sheets.

It’s been months since we’ve had sex. I’ve missed sharing this intimacy with her, but I haven’t wanted to pressure her. She’s been having a difficult time with the pregnancy, and her fears of losing the baby are understandable. I don’t want to be self-centered and moan about not having sex when she is dealing with so much.

She smiles softly and replies, “I’m sure.” She runs her fingers through my dark hair. “You’ve been so patient with me.”

“I’ll wait forever for you.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Not forever. I don’t know if I could wait that long to be with you myself.”

I chuckle in amusement and kiss her neck, my lips gently brushing over her pulse. I can hear her blood underneath her skin moving through her veins. I’ve promised never to feed on her, and I