I turned and grabbed a bottle of lube from the shower caddy. “This telepathy thing keeps getting handier and handier.”
Through the bond, I felt his urgency. I adjusted the shower spray so that it wouldn’t wash the lubricant off us, then popped the lid and poured a generous measure of lube into my hand. I opened him quickly, driven by the urges I sensed through the bond.
“Eli,” he whispered. With his hand splayed on the wall to steady himself, he propped one leg on the edge of the tub.
The need choking his voice galvanized me. I lined myself up. He was warm and tight and perfect as I sank into him.
I let out a soft groan at the same time he did.
“Pin me in place,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Be in control.Please.”
With one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his neck, I held him steady as I thrust into him all the way to the hilt and then back again. I drew filthy noises from his lips one after the other with each of my ministrations.
There was an echo of… it felt as though I was simultaneously inside of him and being entered. The mixture of pleasure was a strange sort of bliss.
I can feel what you feel too,Nicolas whispered the thoughts into my mind, wonder flooding through him.This is incredible.
I let the sensations from the bond—the half-articulated desires I sensed from him—guide me. I went hard and fast at first, drawing needy-sounding cries from my mate. And then, when I sensed that he was getting close, I slowed down.
Eli!
Not yet, darling. I’m in control, remember?
That caused a soft moan to escape his lips.
“You’re being so good for me,” I said aloud, landing a kiss on his shoulder as I drove myself into him again, all the way to the hilt.
I eased off several more times, driving him halfway mad with need. Then, when I sensed that he couldn’t take it anymore, I threaded my arm under his torso, grabbing him by the shoulder and holding him still as I drove into him, taking him apart with one thrust after another.
When I sensed that he was getting close, I picked up my pace, buried deep inside him.
“I’m getting close,” I warned.
“Yes,” he panted, driven halfway incoherent by sheer sensation. “Yes. Eli,please.”
I climaxed, deep inside of him, all the way to the base. Then I reached down and took him in my hand. With only a few long strokes, he shot rope after rope into my hand, his whole body shuddering with his orgasm.
When I pulled out, moving gingerly, he turned to face me. His whole expression was open and vulnerable. “I almost lost you.”
“You didn’t,” I assured him, landing a kiss on his lips. When I pulled back, I saw that his eyes were bright and glassy. “I’m here. And I will be for a very long time.”
“Promise me that you won’t put yourself at risk like that again.”
I hesitated. “I can’t do that. Not where your life is concerned.” I met his gaze dead-on. “After all, I’ve crossed oceans of time to find you.”
His eyes widened with mock outrage. “Did you seriously just quote Bram Stoker’sDraculato me?”
I grinned back at him. “Guilty.”
“If anything happened to you—”
“You would move on with your life for the next twenty or so years and attempt to be as happy as possible,” I assured him. “And I would suffer through yet another childhood and adolescence, knowing full well the entire time that my vampire is somewhere out there, waiting for me to find him.”
“Eli—”
“Los Angeles,” I said firmly. “If I ever—if I die, then when I’m reborn, I’ll come to this house. I’ll find you here.” I paused. “Most other couples don’t get an insurance policy like that.”
He swallowed hard, but relief flooded through the bond. At last, he nodded. “Then I suppose I’ll never sell it.”
