He cares… about me. I see it now.
Tilting my chin, I capture his mouth again, but with even more fervor than before. I want him to know I finally understand; I need to stop pushing him away because, truly, I care about him, too.
A pleasant hum courses through me, and the desire to feel him closer becomes overwhelming. As if sensing the change in me, his hand runs up my back, causing me toarch forward and press more into his hard chest. At the same time, his lips travel along my jaw and a small whimper escapes me.
He fiddles with the strings at the nape of my neck, and it isn’t long before the knot gives way. As his touch glides down my shoulder, my cotton nightgown goes with it.
Soon enough, the nightgown is off, settling around my hips, and my chest is completely exposed to him. I should feel bashful, but I don’t. Not in front of Avrum. And it isn’t long before his hands are on me again, cupping my breasts and exploring every newly seen inch of me. It only excites me more.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. So full of desire and need. Henri always takes what he wants and repulses me. With Avrum, I feel like my skin is crawling with electricity and the simplest touch could send me over the edge.
Avrum
Icould touch her forever. She is beyond beautiful, and now that she stands before me half-naked, I’m sure there isn’t another woman in the world who could ever match. Her breasts are full and begging for my touch. Her waist is small, but then curve out at the hips. Just looking at her this way makes me want to give her anything and everything she’s ever wanted.
My heart beats erratically in my chest. She is my weakness.
Haven’s hands fiddle with the buttons of my shirt, and once they are undone, I slip out of it and toss it to the side. When she goes for the fastens on my pants, I kiss her again, wanting to reignite that fire between us again.
Wanting nothing more than to take that next step and bury myself inside her, I grab her legs and lift her up with ease. Her legs wrap around my waist, her back pressing against the wall, and I can already feel her burning up for me. My hardness grinds against her and I’m shocked to find she’s already wet for me.
A quick shift of my pants, and I’m fully released, nestled against the part of her I crave the most. And when she swivels her hips, rubbing against me more, I can’t help but growl in anticipation. I’m ready to give her all of me.
As I press my length against her opening, her hand firmly pushes on my chest to stop me.
“Avrum…”
“Yes?” I breathe, a bit confused by her hesitation.
“I… I’ve never been touched by any man before.”
I blink down at her and read a good deal of fear and apprehension on her face. She’d told me once before Henri hadn’t touched her in that wayyet, but I didn’t know she was still pure.
Not that it matters to me. I have never laid with a woman either. Never in my human life or my immortal one. Her past affairs wouldn’t bother me any; I wanted her regardless, but it’s clear this is a worrisome moment for her, one I want to feel comfort in instead of fear.
“Do you want me not to?” I ask her. “All you need to do is tell me no.”
To my surprise, she shakes her head abruptly andpeers up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. In her gaze, her worry transforms into desire. “No, please. Don’t stop.”
My heartbeat skips, knowing she longs for me the same way I do for her. Crushing my mouth against hers again, I push myself into her tightness slowly. She gasps sharply as I stretch her, fill her, but when her head rolls back, I know the sounds are from pleasure and not pain.
I start to trail hot kisses along her neck, making her moan, then as gently as I can manage, I pull out and push myself back into her. My movements are slow. Careful. Torturous. But I don’t want to hurt or frighten her. Most importantly, I want her to enjoy it, revel in it, drown in it. As much as I wish I could do more, unleash all my hunger for her into this moment, this is about her. Not me.
She moves her hips to meet my thrusts, encouraging me to go faster, and I clench my teeth to keep in control of myself. I manage a slow rhythm, moving deeper and deeper with every pump. I press my mouth against her neck, loving how I can feel her blood running beneath her soft skin and speeding up for me. I can smell it too—sharp and sweet. My fangs descend.
God, I crave her. In every way.
But I fight against it.
“I won’t break,” Haven whispers near my ear. “I want you, Avrum. All of you.”
Her words burn an inferno through me, and as if a switch is flicked within me, I increase my speed, slamming into her without reserve. Her legs cling to me as our bodies rock together, and she cries out.
“Yes, Avrum.” Her voice trembles as much as her body does against me. “More.”
She’s killing me, and she isn’t even aware of what she’s doing. She’s so beautiful and free in her pleasure.
When her head tilts back again, her neck is revealed more to me. In an instant, my eyes find the artery tinted a purplish-blue under her rosy skin. My stomach clenches with that unnatural hunger. But I can’t taste her. I can’t.
