It seemed our night was just beginning.
More than fine by me.
SEVENTEEN
ROWAN
Just Desserts
I was a man possessed.
Possessed, possessive, and utterly obsessed with the woman beneath me.
I was the closest I’d ever been to the demon inside me, to the bloodthirsty and power-hungry entity that connected us to the ancient, dark magic that created us vampires and enmeshed our species. And yet I wasn’t afraid. Because, perhaps for the very first time, we had the same goal. There was nothing to keep in check, no power to regulate. I wanted to revel, to partake, to indulge in every pleasure Naomi and I could share.
And oh, was it alengthywish list in my head.
I needed her to come again. Orgasms could be hard-won, and I knew Naomi’s second ones could be, but I could tell by the length of the fangs in my mouth and the pulsing in my cock that two wouldn’t be enough. Probably not three either.
I needed her completely boneless, mindless, and utterly spent in a sticky mess under me.
We were still on the floor between her entryway and the back of her couch that delineated the beginning of the living room. She deserved more than a fuck on the floor. She deserved the finest silks and the deepest cushions, but I couldn’t bear to be apart from her long enough for us to actually get up and go anywhere. I needed her like I would need oxygen if I was mortal. Needed her more than I needed tofeed.
Because, as far as I was concerned, she was everything I could ever want. Flushed, panting, sweaty, and utter perfection.
God, I was in love, wasn’t I?
Something to ponder when I wasn’t high on her literal supply. For now, something more carnal was in order.
I gripped myself, squeezing a touch harder than I should have, but I needed to contain the deluge of desires drenched through every ounce of my soul. I wasn’t sure if that really did anything or not, because then I was sliding into her, gritting my teeth as I was enveloped by her impossible heat.
“God, I’m sofull,” Naomi moaned, head tilted back so that gorgeous hair of hers fanned out below her like a halo. Yes, angelic she was, and the demon in me wanted to leave her so debauched that she didn’t just fall from heaven, but she brazenly threw herself out of the pearly gates without so much as a glance back.
“That’s how hard you make me,” I rasped, wishing I could telepathically convey how fucking turned on I was. How the entirety of her being was celebration and bounty incarnate. And while I knew it wasn’t physically possible, I wanted her to feel me straight to her fucking heart.
After all, she’d already implanted herself in mine.
The sound that ripped from her throat almost seemed painful, and for one split second, I made the mistake of stilling. But then Naomi’s legs were wrapping around me, yanking me even deeper into her.
“Don’t you dare stop now. Not when you’ve got me like this.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
And I meant it. Separating from her now or giving her anything less than my all would be an utter nightmare.
I thrust into her, deep and hard, the only shift in my tempo being when I changed the angle slightly, and eventually reached between us to toy with her clit.
I loved watching her as she writhed, as her tits bounced every time we connected, as the pink in her face turned red, the flush and heat spreading down her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. She was a vision, without a doubt.
“Rowan, I’m close.”
That was more musical than any record I collected, and siren I’d heard sing, so I kept my pace steady, focusing on the rhythm that had her nearing her climax while also keeping up the movement of my finger across that very sensitive bundle of nerves. She was slick, impossibly slick, which made the sensation all the better. Especially when she clamped down on me and let out a cry that probably could be heard several floors above and below. Not the most neighborly thing to do, but sometimes such things couldn’t be helped. However, perhaps in the future, any other similar sessions could be held at my place.
Already planning a next time? How greedy of me.
Perhaps also a bit unexpected considering how I’d been so sure I could go our entire relationship without ever crossing that boundary. God, was I glad I hadn’t followed through on that. I feltaliveand connected to Naomi so intensely it was like my personal scent was shifting to align with hers, and hers to mine. Now that we had this connection, Ineverwanted to give it up.
“God,Rowan.”
