Page 220 of Bitten & Burned

“Come here,” I murmured, lying back on the bed.

He crawled over me, his hands fisting in the sheets as if to stabilize himself, to keep from clutching me instead. He hovered there, watching me. Waiting.

I rucked up the edge of my nightgown higher, and he let out a trembling breath that sounded something like ‘goddess’.

Fuck, that did something to me.

I bit my lip and reached for him, pulling him down to press my lips to his. I kissed his lips softly, I kissed his fangs, I kissed down his jaw and over his throat. He whispered my name like a prayer.

The entire time, his hands stayed where they were, bracketing me, caging me in. So I reached for his trousers myself. I undid buttons and reached inside, finding him hard and quivering.

His eyes slid closed as I touched him, his arms shaking as I pulled his cock out. I pulled him closer, tugging his hips down until they were nearly flush with mine. I bent my legs,offering myself up to him. He gazed at me like I was the altar and he only wanted to give me the best possible tribute.

I slid him through my slickness, and he moaned, dropping his head, his hips rocking forward slightly. “Please…” he whispered, and I realized that he wasn’t going to do it himself. He wanted me, no doubts about that, but he wasn’t going to press into me without my express permission. So I gave it.

I hooked my leg around his hips and dragged him closer, his cock slotting into me and then easing deeper inside me. He let out a low moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he bottomed out against me.

I rocked up, meeting his hips, letting my fingers trail along his jaw, and tilting his head so I could look at him. He looked wrecked. His hips thrust slightly, as if he couldn’t help it, but not enough to do anything. I bit my lip and squeezed around him. He moaned and bucked his hips.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop.

Vael gripped the sheets on either side of me, his hips rocking into me, slowly filling me and pulling back. Over and over, the slick drag of him inside me was all-encompassing.It was him, only him.

I whimpered, which turned into a full moan, and he answered with “Yes, goddess… again, please, again…”

I tightened around him, and he doubled his efforts, rocking into me so hard the headboard hit the wall. I wrapped both legs around him. He kept slowing down, dropping his head, before starting again. He kept this up until he couldn’t move more than a fraction without whining, without stopping, as if he were begging his own body for more time.

When I came, it made him cry out, but he kept his composure, watching me, feeling me as I began to flutter around him.

He looked at me again with eyes so wide and feral; they looked almost black. His body was shaking as he fought himself back from the edge.

Gods, he was beautiful.

I leaned in, my hand on his chin, the other on his hip, guiding him into me. “Come for me, Vael…”

He choked out a sound. He thrust into my body twice more before his rhythm stuttered. The warm slick of his spend was so hot, so wet,as it dripped out of me. And still, he rocked into me, not stopping even as he pulsed deep inside.

“Thank you, thank you, goddess, I don’t deserve you, I wanted to worship you, Rowena…”

“You are,” I whispered. “Your goddess demanded an offering, and that’s the offering I wanted.”

He exhaled sharply and kissed me. “Gods, Rowena… oh gods... Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He pulled out and started to roll to the side before he collapsed, but I pulled him back, head against my breasts as he clung to me.

We lay there for what felt like a while, but likely wasn’t, given how my sweat on my brow hadn’t dried.

“Vael,” I murmured, kissing his forehead softly. “Vael, I forgive you.”

He ducked his head between my breasts and sobbed against me. “Rowena…”

“I forgive you,” I murmured again. He pushed up to look at me, his eyes still red and watery.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Gods, I love you so much. It hurts how badly I love you.”

I smiled softly and pulled him back down. “I love you too.”

He settled against me, his shoulders finally loose, his body pliant.