Torija shuffled back on her knees, then lifted Daisy’s legs over her shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“Just relax. I’m giving you what you want.”

Torija pulled Daisy back further so that her buttocks were virtually resting on Torija’s thighs.

Daisy was watching her carefully and breathing hard. “Tor?”

Torija kissed Daisy’s ankle tenderly while giving her clit a few more strokes before she slowly pressed two fingers inside her.

“Shit.” Daisy’s hips jerked.

“Relax, slowly.” Torija started a gentle thrust and inched deeper every time. The sensation must have been intense, going by Daisy’s reactions. She was grasping and squeezing her own breasts and thrusting her hips along with Torija’s.

Torija was going to remember every detail of this moment. The pleasure on Daisy’s face, and her beauty. Her willingness to trust and give herself to a truly frightening vampire, as everyone else saw her.

Her fingers were now fully in, and she quickened the pace.

“It’s too much,” Daisy moaned.

“It’s never too much. Just let go, cherie.”

Daisy threw her hand over her face, and her legs started to shake on Torija’s shoulders.

“That’s it, let it go, my love,” Torija said as she felt Daisy’s walls flutter around her fingers.

What a beautiful sight this was, Daisy overcome with her impending orgasm, breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips, and then her head thrown back as the rest of her body went rigid.

Torija smiled when she saw Daisy put her hand on her mouth to stop the loud noise she naturally wanted to make, with her grandmother not too far away. She slowed her fingers, eased them out, and gently put Daisy’s legs down.

Daisy’s body was shaking. Torija got up to her quickly and pulled her into her arms.

“Oh God,” Daisy said breathily. “That was intense.”

“Being with a vampire is intense.” Torija said, kissing Daisy’s brow.

When Daisy calmed a little, she said, “Did I hear you say my love when we were making love?”

It would be easier to brush it off, since she was leaving, but Torija didn’t want Daisy to doubt how Torija felt.

“Yes, I did. Je t’adore.”

Chapter Seventeen

One of Anka’s were guards opened the door to an old disused garage. Anka’s high heels clattered on the dirty floor. She looked down at it with disgust and walked on until she reached a pacing Serenity Debrek. Serenity’s bodyguard and the rest of her people were unconscious and being held in a casting circle over in the corner.

“What is this about, Anka?”

Asha was standing a few paces away. Anka nodded to him and sat down on a seat that was prepared for her.

“You know my name then, Serenity? Won’t you take a seat.”

“No, thank you.” Sera kept looking at a TV screen Anka had put up.