You have no idea.
“Yes,” I answer. My stomach flips when she hooks her leg around me and settles in my lap. I sit up, groaning when her core rubs against my cock.
She traces the shape of my lips with her finger. “Can I kiss you?” she asks so fucking sweetlythat I groan.
“Yes. God, yes.”
My hands find the curves of her bottom, pulling her fully against me at the same time her mouth is on mine. Her lips are so soft, so sweet, so perfect.
She makes a tiny sound in her throat, and I swallow it, making it mine.
Her tongue finds mine, and I follow her lead. All of this is new to me, so I’m letting her take me along for the ride.
Her hips rock against me until I’m fully hard. I slide my left hand up to cup the back of her head and give the strands of her hair a slight tug until she groans my name. I want to hear her say it again, so I nip her bottom lip slightly with my fangs. Her blood tastes sweet and slightly floral. “Valen,” she gasps, arching against me.
I’m not sure exactly what is happening, but I do know that I like it.
Letting go of her hair, I snake my hands beneath her sleep shirt and find smooth, bare skin. I’ve never done this before, felt her this way. I almost stop, but the noises she’s making encourage me to keep going until I’m palming her breasts. They’re round and soft while her nipples are pebbled hard. I rub my thumbs over them, trying to memorize the feel.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Just like that.”
Encouraged, I keep at it while she rocks against me. My poor dick is hard as a rock and screaming for release.
“Take my top off,” she begs.
“Huh?” I ask dumbly, my brain fogged from lust.
With a groan, she reaches for the bottom of her shirt, yanking it off and tossing the fabric behind her on the bed.
Boobs.
Ava’s boobs are right there in front of my face. God, they’re gorgeous. Pale with rosy, pink nipples and?—
She giggles. “You’ve never seen tits before, have you?”
“No,” I gulp, studying the way my hands cup their roundness. They fit perfectly.
“Sometimes I forget you’re so naïve.” She brushes her finger down the slope of my nose. Such a delicate gesture has me at her mercy. I wish she’d do it again. “Is it terrible of me to admit that I like that? You’ll never know another woman’s body the way you know mine. You’re mine and only mine.”
I growl lowly. “But you’ve been with other men.”
I don’t mean to be accusatory, and she doesn’t take it as such.
“They don’t matter,” she says gently. “I realize now they never did. It was only ever supposed to be you. My sweet vampire.”
“Me,” I agree. God, to think of what might have happened had I never been freed from my prison. My eyes zero back in on her breasts, and she laughs which makes them shake. “Does this feel good?” I ask, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples like I was before.
“Yes.” She splays her hands on my chest. If I still had a heartbeat, I know it would be beating out of my chest. “You can lick them.”
“Lick them?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes are hazy and heavy-lidded.
“With my tongue?” I clarify.
She smiles, cupping my cheek gently. Her thumb rubs in soothing circles. “You use your tongue to lick, so yes.”
I hesitate, not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to do it wrong and hurt her. I want everything to always be perfect for Ava.
