“I’ve traveled across deserts and mountains, across entire oceans to see masterpieces beyond words, but none of them compare to you.”
My eyes nearly rolled back into my head, Rowan’s praise like a physical touch. While he was all sonnets and temptation, I was the wild, and I loved the juxtaposition of our edges.
And speaking of edging…
I reached between my legs and ripped the crotch of my leggings. I had enough leggings anyway.
“Fuck,” Rowan rumbled. God, I loved it when he swore. It made me feel impossibly sexy, like I had compelled such a proper and well-spoken man into a more baser form just from my sexual magnetism. A little dramatic, but if it made me feel desirable enough to hop up on top of him when absolutelynobodylooked good from the under-the-chin angle, then I was all for it. “Let me see you, baby. Let me see all of you.”
That was a good idea, and I was all on board, but first, we needed to deal with the fact that his stupid pants were still in my way. However, since I had my entire wardrobe available and he did not, I didn’t rip his like I had mine. I pulled out his belt, perhaps a bit more harshly than I should have, and might have damaged his zipper in my rush to lower it. Oh well, it wasn’t anything that would make it unwearable or risk a public indecency charge.
When I’d finally freed his thick cock, I settled over it, aligning him so I could slide up and down his length in the perfect tease. I was so used to him being cold, especially against my own elevated temperature, but with my blood partially drained and in him, he was surprisingly warm against me, creating an even more delicious sensation along his impossibly smooth skin.
“Good,” I hissed before remembering that full sentences are usually required to get an actual idea across. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you, Naomi. Keep moving your hips just like that for me.” His hands slid up my thighs to grip my backside, his nails digging in perfectly. “Take your pleasure. Use my cock to make yourself feel good. You deserve it. You deserve all of it.”
It wasn’t words I was used to hearing, but as he chanted them, I couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. I was wild and in touch with the primal side that I’d always been a bit disconnected from. But now, I was closer than ever to my non-existent wolf, closer than ever to whatever I was that needed no specific definition. It was justme. Words from others didn’t matter. Naomi did.
And so did Rowan.
I reveled in the friction as the veins along his length moved against my clit as I shifted back and forth. My knees weren’t happy, but I was over thirty, so when were they? To me, the effort was more than worth it.
However, I was far too dressed.
I ripped my tunic over my head so fast, I was sure I’d stretched out the collar or popped the seam. Again, I did not care in the slightest. Maybe Future Naomi would mourn a tunic that was actually the right length for her, but I didn’t know her yet and wasn’t really concerned about her problems. The only thing that mattered was me, the man beneath me, and the sensations we were creating together.
“Gorgeous,” Rowan breathed as soon as my upper body was revealed, and his hands slowly, sensually slid up my back, applying pressure in all the right places. I wanted him to touchallof me, so I hastily flung my bra away.
My nipples pebbled almost instantly, exposed to the cool air of my apartment, but then Rowan’s warm tongue flicked againstone, and his elegant fingers worked at the other, making my steady gliding lose its rhythm and my gyrating become more furtive as pleasure overtook me. Every cell in my body felt like it was dipped in honey and surrounded by astronomical levels of decadence that no mortal should be able to experience and survive. And yet I was experiencing it, and I wasn’t just surviving, I was thriving.
“Rowan,” I gasped, leaning into his mouth, his touch, and the change in angle had that sensitive bundle of nerves lighting up in all new ways.
He wasn’t even inside me yet, and while a good part of me was definitely screaming that I needed to be filled, I couldn’t stop the escalation of my movements. I was being launched higher and higher into a plane of ecstasy I hadn’t been aware of, and I didn’t think I had the mental fortitude to stop that ascension to change our position.
So, I kept grinding. Kept grinding, while Rowan toyed with my nipples, occasionally bucking his hips up to meet mine and give the most delectable jolt to my senses. I had read about vampire glamours and feeding euphoria online, and in my opinion, everyone had really sold the entire thing short. It was hard to believe I could have an entire lifetime of such bliss right at my fingertips. Although I hadn’t known it at the time, I was now absolutely certain that Rowan was more than worth the wait in every sense of the word.
“Like that, fuck, like that,” I pleaded, as my orgasm inched ever closer. It was the siren’s song that somehow grew deeper, more compelling, and yet I couldn’t quite find the rock she was beckoning me to. As thrilling as it was frustrating. My heart pounded in my chest and strangely enough, also in my pussy.
“Naomi, wait!”
The next thing I knew, an impossibly warm and sticky sensation drenched me. The feel of it spiked my arousal thatmuch more, and I instinctually ground down a little before Rowan’s hand left my chest and gripped my arms to hold me still.
“It’s just a little oversensitive for a moment,” he murmured, his pupils so big that his eyes looked nearly fully black. No wonder vampires were occasionally mistaken for demons. And yet I wasn’t horrified. No, if anything, I was more attracted to him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to lose it so soon,” he said, blushing. God, it looked so good on him. It was crazy to think that was actuallymeinside him, giving him the blood and sustenance that he needed to be his powerful self. But also, it made me marvel at how well he got on with what was essentially a starvation diet.
He had incredible willpower.
However, that wasn’t what came out of my mouth.
“I was so close...” I said, instantly embarrassed at sounding like a petulant brat.
“There’s no reason for you not to finish,” Rowan said before wiping his face with his shirt. “Come, sit.”
“I am sitting,” I argued as my brain struggled to slide back to normal thinking. The lust driving me was fighting it tooth and claw to stay in the luxury. “Well, straddling, but you know...”
“No, Naomi, my sweetest.” He gestured to his face. “Up here.”
