He bent and slid his nose down hers, holding her gaze.

“Shall we get started?” he asked.

“Now?” she asked back, her eyes widening.

“We have thirty-five and a quarter hours to kill,” he answered.

“Then, yes,” she breathed.

And again, very slowly, Yuri smiled.

* * * * *

Yuri shifted to his back in the bed, keeping his cock buried deep inside Aurora’s wet sheath and settling her on top of him.

She snuggled closer and sighed.

He stroked her spine and listened to her heartbeat quiet.

After long moments, she murmured, “You’re staying hard.”

“That’s because I’m not done fucking you.”

She lifted her head and gave him big, blue eyes.

“Wow, vampires have stamina.”

He lost count of how many times he’d done it that day, more than any in recent memory, he was certain, but he did it again.

He smiled.

She watched him do it and melted into him.

However, after she did that, she said, “I hate to say this, sweetheart, but that bowl needs to be checked and stirred occasionally. We’ve been busy. I should see to that.”

He nodded, adding, “I should also probably feed you.”

Not to mention, he needed to feed. Her pulse had been calling to him for hours.

He’d been introducing her to a variety of things she very much enjoyed. But she was young and obviously had little experience, so he would take his time introducing her to that.

He did not savor the idea of bagged blood.

But for Aurora, he’d endure it.

“I’ll get the room service menu while I’m out there,” she told him.

“Do that,” he replied, lifted his head and brushed his mouth to hers.

Then he moved his hands to her waist and watched her face as he slid her off his shaft.

He’d learned in the past few hours that she liked him inside her and missed him when she lost him, and she didn’t hide either.

All of which he relished.

“Hurry,” he whispered.

She nodded and slid off him, but when she got to the end of the bed, she hesitated, curling the end of the sheet around her breasts.

More of what he relished. He could make her abandon all thought with what he was doing to her when he was pleasuring her, but now, she became Aurora. A hint uncertain and definitely shy, both utterly charming.

“My shirt,” he said, and she looked his way. “Use my shirt, button.”

“Right,” she murmured, then slid from between the sheets and hurried to his shirt.

She shrugged it on and threw him a timid grin as she left the room.

He watched her doing this, deciding he was going to keep her. As soon as he could, he would release his concubine so it was only Aurora.

How long he’d keep her, he had no idea.