“Rowan,” I chanted, my own personal gospel, as my hips began to grind rhythmically against his face, against that devilishly clever tongue. But then I caught what I was doing and hesitated, fearing I was being rude or I could have even injured the man. I’d heard the occasional anecdote about a woman’s thighs clamping too hard around a head or her pelvic bone breaking her partner’s nose.
His other hand slid under my ass and yanked me harder against his mouth.
All right, point taken.
I fully surrendered myself to the experience. And with that decision, the dam that I’d been mentally butting up against burst, and I was hit with an orgasm so hard that I bowed off the silken sheets beneath me.
“Rowan!” I screamed, the world bouncing away from me and sending me into a spiraling dimension where there was nothingbut undiluted pleasure. The force of it was breathtaking, mind-numbing,everything, and Rowan was still feasting on me.
It was enough to make my good sense leave me while the rest of my senses went into overdrive. Before my spine could even un-arch from my climax, I knew I could get addicted to the sheer bliss of this.
When I finally collapsed onto the mattress, I was breathing hard and shivering with aftershocks. Holy fuck. I never even knew I could come like that. I was sure his neighbors were typing up a formal complaint. I looked at the vampire in wonder, and I swore he was literally glowing like a celestial being as he crawled up my body.
Everything was still a bit hazy around the edges, blending together like an impressionistic painting rather than being coated in the hard line of the everyday. But despite that, I knew I wanted Rowan to kiss me.
And thankfully, he did.
He tasted delightfully of me and him, salty and far wetter than I realized. Was that all me? It had to be, right?
That also was hotter than I expected. Which was probably why the flames started to lick up higher within me, always hungry, always craving, and I looked up into Rowan’s jeweled gaze to speak with all the honesty I could.
“Rowan, I need you inside me.Now.”
THIRTEEN
ROWAN
Equivocal Exaltation
I was dreaming.
I had to be.
That was the only conclusion I could come to as I looked down at the goddess spread out below me.
Had I really thought I could live without something like this for my long existence? I was an idiot. Because now that I was bracketed between Naomi’s deliciously thick, muscled, but also soft thighs, I felt more complete than I had in a long time.
She looked like blasphemy and revelation below me, body flushed, chest heaving, those pink nipples of hers pebbled and begging for my mouth. She straddled the lines between divinity and damnation,and I honestly didn’t care if I fell to one side or the other as long as I was able to worship at her altar.
Everythingabout her was driving me mad, lifting me higher, and showing me just how much I had been missing chasing those who never wanted me. Perhaps a little bit of a grandiose thing to say with her only being in my bed for a few minutes, butmy entire worldview had shifted, and abruptly it was all just a little bit…more.
“Rowan, I need you inside me.Now.”
Was it a command? A plea? A bargain? Maybe it was all of that and none of it at once. All I knew was that with the way Naomi was staring at me through those half-lidded, jade-green eyes, the way her mouth was somewhat open for her words to escape, lips puffy from how hard we’d kissed earlier, there was no way I could refuse.
Ihadindeed planned on teasing her a bit more, kissing my way all over her body and making her come on my face again, because what asymphonythat had been, but now I couldn’t wait. I liked to think of myself as a patient man—after all, I was over a hundred years old—but none of that was present in my mind now.
No, there was only Naomi and my all-encompassing craving for her.
“You tell me if you need to stop,” I rasped, knowing my fangs were fully out and not having to care. We were both pretty silly to have thought either of our charades could have gone on for much longer, but damn if I wasn’t happy that we at least tried. The thought that there was another timeline where I never got to see Naomi’s tan painted delectably across her curves and muscles, was a tragedy I didn’t even want to contemplate.
“That’s the thing,” Naomi answered before yanking me down to her in another kiss, andfuck,if the softness of her body wasn’t nearly orgasmic all on its own.
Exceptno,I wasn’t going to pop my top that quickly. While I also liked to think of myself as a rather humble vampire, there were certain things that my ego couldn’t recover from. Even though I was a member of the undead community, I was also a man.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Naomi finished, sounding intoxicated. I hadn’t been able to get drunk ever since I’d been reborn, but her words reminded me exactly what it felt like.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I murmured, kissing down the side of her face while I undid my pants with my free hand. Desire and a feral craving for carnage was flowing through me so strongly, it was almost like I’d been turned all over again. But instead of the urge for violence and blood—so muchblood—what I wanted was totake, toclaim, topossess.To defile, debauch,devouruntil our lived experience was delineated by before Naomi fell into my bed and then after.
