"I felt it," I tell him between kisses. "In your blood. Everything you feel for me."
"And?"
"And I feel it too." I pull his face down to mine. "All of it. I feel all of it."
Something breaks open in his expression. The last wall. The final barrier.
He moves faster, but it's not desperate. It's purposeful. Like he's trying to fuse us together, to make us one thing that can never be separated.
"I want you to feel it," he says against my ear. "Every night. I want you in my bed, in my arms, in my life. I want to wake up to you. I want to fall asleep inside you. I want everything."
"You have it." My voice breaks. "You have all of it."
The pleasure crests. I feel myself starting to fall.
"Together," I gasp. "I want us to..."
"Together," he agrees.
We shatter at the same moment. His groan and my cry tangling in the air between us, our bodies pulsing in unison. Thepleasure whites out everything else, and for one endless moment, there's nothing but sensation and connection and him.
We collapse together, still joined, neither willing to separate.
I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the silk of it, the way he shivers slightly at my touch.
"I want to taste you too," I say eventually.
He lifts his head. "You already did."
"No, I mean..." I gesture vaguely. "What you did to me. I want to do that. For you."
Understanding dawns. A smile curves his lips. "You want to worship me?"
"Don't get cocky about it."
"Too late." But he rolls onto his back, arms spread wide. "I'm yours. Do what you will."
I take my time.
I explore him the way he explored me. Kissing down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle with my tongue. He's built like a warrior, lean and hard, every inch honed by centuries of combat. Scars mark his skin in places, pale lines that have faded but never fully disappeared. I kiss each one.
"This one?" I press my lips to a jagged line across his ribs.
"Battle. Before I was turned."
"This one?" A smaller scar on his shoulder.
"Training accident. Luciano's training." His voice goes flat.
I kiss that one twice. Then move lower.
He tenses when I reach his hip. His breath catches when I trace the trail of dark hair that leads down his stomach.
"Celeste..."
"Let me." I look up at him. "You worshipped me. Let me return the favor."
I take him in my mouth.
