When he reached that sensitive hollow where my neck met my shoulder, he bit down, and for a second, I expected to feel fangs. But this was Davin, and he’d never been looking for my blood.
He wanted so much more than that.
This was why people thought vampires were sexy, though. This feeling that he would devour me. That he needed me so much he could consume me entirely and still want more.
His hands, that had been leaving steaming trails across every inch of skin they could reach, finally slid to a stop cupping my ass, and with what seemed to be no effort at all, he lifted me up and braced me against the back tile wall.
“Wrap yer legs ’round my hips,” he demanded, and his voice was almost as rough as my own pitiful attempt at speech had been.
I complied without a single thought as he lifted me, crossing my ankles behind the small of his back and grinding forward into his rock-hard cock. There. That was what I wanted. What I’d been fucking dreaming about for months now.
And he was going to give it to me.
There was a clatter beside me, and I didn’t even look, because Davin was kissing me again, a heated press of lips and tongue that demanded all of my attention.
A moment later, I felt it, though: his dick, sliding along my perineum, slick with...what, conditioner? Shower oil? Easiest things to find in a shower, and unlike Davin’s usual MO, he hadn’t spent the day preparing for this moment. We’d discussed the lack of need for condoms nearly a month ago, so nothing else mattered.
And then the tip was sliding inside, and any trace of sensible thought was gone.
He leaned back, bracing one hand against the wall and holding my hip with the other as he changed angles to make it easier to just...oh fuck, it burned going in, his fat cock sliding over every inch of my insides as he pressed in.
I arched my back and cried out, tightening my legs around him.
More, damn him. I needed more. Needed him to?—
“Okay?” he asked, my fucking king of consent, but he didn’t understand.
I couldn’t fucking . . . word.
Instead, I let out a whine, nodding wildly, hoping that was enough for him.
His filthy chuckle told me it was, at the same time as it made my cock jerk against his belly. How was him laughing at me hot? Fuck me, the man was going to make me spontaneously combust, and I was supposed to be immune to fire.
He took his time changing his grip slightly, then slid halfway out of me, even as I tried to push forward, to force him back in. Not my Davin, though. He was as inevitable as the fucking ocean. So he slid his way out, and then rammed home once again, tearing a sob from me, almost like a scream, and I couldn’t have held it in if I’d tried.
“Not going to last long,” he panted out as he thrust back and forth again, the admission yet another way to devour me, eating up every hesitation I’d ever had.
Telling me he wanted this, and me, every bit as much as I wanted him.
He slid into me over and over, not pulling all the way out so much as a natural push and pull, my body following his away from the wall of the shower as he pulled back each time. Every movement was exquisite and too much at the same time. Overwhelming and perfect.
The cool tiles against my back, and the searing heat of Davin before me.
His continuing whispers, which had started at his usual Gaelic “mo chroí,” had moved into others I’d never heard before, but somehow I knew each one was simply another declaration of his love.
“And you are,” he said as he ground into me again, his voice gone deep and gravelly. It sent shivers through me, and I just knew—“Mine. You are mine. My heart. My love. My everything. Mine. Forever.”
And that was it. My eyes squeezed shut tight and I saw lightning flash behind my lids. My whole body jerked forward, into Davin, as I came, hard and fast and filthy, my body clenching around him. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my face into his neck, in a need to be ever closer to him, because I was his.
And he was mine.
Forever.
He continued to fuck me, and the friction was almost too much, but a moment later his full weight pressed into me, pushing us both into the wall as he groaned out his own release.
And (very nearly) everything was right with the world.
CHAPTER 26
