With one particularly deep thrust and my finger moving feverishly over her clit, Naomi arched off the floor, her mouth open in a silent scream. Ilovedhow viscerally she orgasmed. Itwas always a full-body show with her, and that never failed to stroke my ego. I liked that I could make her feel good. That I could leave her breathless and worn in all the right ways on the bed.
Or, in this case, the floor.
We really needed to fix that.
Further invigorated by the sight of her panting and dappled with sweat, I slid my hands under her, bodily picking her up and carrying her around the front of her couch. She let out the cutest little yelp of surprise when I lifted her and put one of her legs over my shoulder and had her other foot rest on the floor, opening her right back up to me.
And then I thrust inside her again.
Every time I checked in on her to make sure I hadn’t pushed it too far, she enthusiastically encouraged me to keep going. Whether she pleaded, whether she kissed me hard, or whether she physically wrapped her arms around my neck and yanked me to her, I always knew she was enjoying our tumble.
Even when one of the legs of her couch let out a crack, and we suddenly found ourselves at anewangle.
A new angle that made Naomi gasp and had me chasing that blissed-out, starstruck look in her eyes until she was coming again.
I wouldneverget tired of that sound.
Things became less linear, reality drifting in and out in a chorus of our shared cries. Body moved against body, lips against lips, until my own climax barreled toward me with all the power of a hurricane.
“I’m close,” I snarled, all pretense of civilization gone between the two of us. She raked her nails down my chest and bared her teeth at me.
“Fuck, Rowan, fill me up.”
Goddamn.
The way she said it,demandedit, made me more than eager to comply. Although all vamps were sterile in the traditional sense, my mind still filled with thoughts of her with our child, all flushed and round, happy and content. It wasn’t really a path either of us ever mentioned wanting to take, but it was an alluring fantasy as I plunged into my climax.
“Fuck,Naomi!”
I wasn’t even sure if that was what I actually said; it was more an animalistic sound as I came so hard my vision blurred. I had to slam my eyes shut just to have enough brainpower to process it.
Heat. Desire. Pleasure. Pain. Some more desire on top of that. Love. They all wrapped around each other in a total synergy within me, surging to drench my entire being. And I welcomed it, letting myself get lost in the pleasure.
And lost to it I was. While male orgasms didn’t really compare to female ones, at least in regard to length or intensity, it felt like I came pretty close—pun entirely unintended. When I finally returned to my body, Naomi and I had slid from her crooked couch and were lying in a syrupy puddle on the floor. Metaphorically speaking, of course. While I liked to think of myself as being adventurous in the bedroom, I preferred keeping food to assigned dining areas.
“I’ll pay for anything that’s been damaged,” I said. Ilikedgetting to lean into the more brutal side of being a vampire without having to worry about scaring or hurting Naomi. And I liked that she was as turned on by the primal parts of me as any other.
“Eh, that’s for Future Naomi and Rowan to worry about,” she said, pulling her throw blanket off the couch and draping it over us. “Right now, we’ve got each other, and that’s all we need.”
A sentiment I couldn’t agree with more. Nodding, I kissed her forehead, then pulled a couple of throw pillows off thecouch as well. Eventually I would carry her to bed before dawn approached and I would have to sleep, but if Naomi wanted to stay cuddled on the floor for a little while, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d want to be.
EIGHTEEN
NAOMI
Forgotten Fringes
I was deliciouslysoreas I sat next to Rowan on my kinda-fixed couch while we bounced between watching movies, talking, and reminiscing about how our lives had changed, and I had to admit, I was experiencing a certain sort of pleasant achiness to my existence.
Nice.
It would be gone far too soon, but such was the life of a shifter, even a latent one. Normally, I was quite grateful for what limited healing ability I had, but I wouldn’t have minded keeping the reminder of being utterly ravaged by my boyfriend for just a little longer.
We’d just have to reenact it when my memory of the ache got a little too hazy.
Double nice.
“It really is insane that we owe all of this to a human app we both happened to download,” Rowan mused as he lifted our joined hands. While I’d always been outdoorsy enough to be tan,I never really considered myself all that pigmented until part of my body was right next to Rowan. I loved the juxtaposition of us. I was the sun, and he was the moon. Both celestial bodies occupying the same space, yet held apart for so much of our lives.
