Page 77 of Even Vampires Bleed (Even Ever After #2)
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L éandre moves my body, putting it completely on the bed as he kisses me again.
I can taste myself—both my cum and my blood—on his lips, and it’s absolutely sinful.
I love it.
Slowly, I open my legs for him to nestle between my thighs as he fondles my breast and keeps teasing my mouth with his tongue.
I’m so freaking ready for him.
I want him.
No, I need him.
But then something crosses my mind.
“Condoms,” I mumble against his lips.
We are on the verge of a war; it’s definitely not the right moment to get pregnant.
“I don’t have any,” Léandre says, almost in panic.
That’s cute, because it feels like nothing of this was planned. It makes me feel like Léandre didn’t think he still had a chance with me and didn’t come prepared. Or, well, didn’t make me come prepared.
But it used to be my room, and if he hasn’t used them or if he hasn’t searched the room, there is still a chance that I still have condoms in here without him even knowing.
I switch our position and make him lie on the bed where I used to be before I kiss him, and in a teasing way, keep kissing him down his throat—it’s hard not to bite again—and his chest and finally down his abs.
When I’m centimeters away from his hard cock, I look him in the eye and swipe my tongue from the bottom to the tip and then get up from the bed.
“Do you like torturing me, firefly?” he asks with a sigh as I stroll to the wardrobe.
“Pot, meet kettle,” I tell him over my shoulder with a cheeky smile as I open the wardrobe.
“Fair enough,” he says with a chuckle. “What are you doing, anyway?”
I push the women’s clothes—my clothes—that are on the highest shelf inside the wardrobe and blindly reach for what should be there.
It doesn’t take me long to find the box I stored there weeks ago.
I finally answer him when I turn.
“Condoms.”
He raises an eyebrow in question to my one-word answer.
“Did you forget this used to be my room? Well, if we’re completely accurate, our room, but it’s been mine for the longest.”
I shrug.
“You’re so full of surprises. Come here, Firefly. I need to feel your skin against mine.”
I do, too, so I run to him and straddle his hips as I come on the bed.
I throw the box on the nightstand after getting one foil pack out.
I’m pretty sure we will need the box—or at least more than just one condom—by the time we’re done with each other tonight.
Léandre sits with his back to the headboard and brings me with him as he settles.
I undulate my hips and the movement makes me rub my pussy against his cock.
It feels so freaking good.
I moan.
“You’re not playing fair, Firefly,” he says with a heavy groan. “This cunt is going to be the death of me.”
He closes his eyes and then opens them again.
So, I rub myself again against his cock. The tip hits my clit, and I moan.
I’m not even sure who I am teasing the most now. Him or myself.
“Give me that thing,” he says with another groan. “Or I’m going to forget it altogether, and I’ll take you bare.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I tell him, and he seems confused as to why I would say that.
“I don’t remember being with anyone,” he answers me. “I’m basically a virgin again.”
I rub myself some more at his words.
Did I think he would bed everyone inside Notre Dame when I left for the Sacré Coeur ? No, but I didn’t think he would wait for me, either, so it makes my heart squeeze with affection. And in turn, it makes me hotter.
“You were a virgin the first time, too,” I tell him with a chuckle as I rise on my knee in a way that makes his tip notch at my entrance.
There’s a hitch in his breathing when he feels himself slide in—even if it’s just the tip.
“What are you doing?” he asks as he grabs my hips.
His voice sounds pained, as if it’s costing him just to ask the question.
“I had my yearly shot three months ago,” I tell him. “And I trust you.”
There’s recognition in his eyes, but his hands don’t leave my hips. They squeeze more.
“Are you sure?” he asks in a rough voice.
“I am.”
I’ve never been so sure of something.
Instead of releasing my hips, Léandre helps me get down on his cock, and all I can do is tip my face to the ceiling and moan as I feel him fill me to the brim.
Oh, freak. I forgot how good he felt.
How good he feels.
I move my hips up and down slowly and Léandre accompanies the movement with his hands on my hips so I can get used to the size of him inside of me.
The fit is tight and I can feel myself contract around him every time I move. I can also hear Léandre hiss every time it happens, and it’s a testimony to his self control that he has let me lead until now.
But I’m good.
I’m more than good.
I’m so wet I’m dripping on him.
So, I rise to my knees again until just his tip is inside of me and drop completely.
We both moan at the same time, and it’s like something snapped inside of Léandre because the way he holds my hips is punitive and before I know it he starts to piston from under me.
It feels so freaking good.
His lips find my nipples and he sucks each of them between his lips, one after the other.
The pace of his lips grows urgent, like the way his hips keep spearing me, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Touch yourself,” Léandre tells me. It almost feels like he’s begging me.
I move my finger to my clit and start rubbing in small circles as his thrusts become erratic.
My breath starts to feel choppy as my orgasm starts making my whole body tingle.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him with a pant when he hits me just right again and again.
“Bite me,” is his only answer before he accelerates the rhythm some more.
He angles his head to the side to give me better access, and still with one hand on my clit and the other reaching for his throat, I bite right where my fangs left an already healed mark.
And then all I see are stars.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I’m a writhing mess.
The more I pull of his blood, the higher the pleasure becomes, until I don’t think I can feel anything anymore.
I’m just a ball of nerves that resonate in my whole body.
It takes me a while before I come back to my body and when I do, I feel Léandre give a final thrust. Then he’s joining me on this side of the pleasure.
Waves and waves of pleasure keep coursing through my body and milk Léandre until he’s a mess like me.
I drop my forehead to his, and our breaths mingle.
“This was…”
I can barely make a sentence.
“Wow.”
That’s all I can say, and it makes Léandre chuckle, which in turns makes his cock move some more inside of me, and I groan when it triggers another wave of pleasure.
“It was everything,” Léandre answers, and I can’t agree more.
I kiss him, and he wraps his arm around me.
It’s slow and comfortable.
Like we have all the time in the world.
Like there’s no tomorrow.
“I love you,” I tell him before kissing him again.
“You love my cock,” Léandre says with a playful smile.
“I do,” I say with a chuckle, and that makes Léandre laugh.
“I would lie if I said I didn’t. But this isn’t what I meant.
What I mean is that I’ve always loved you.
In the past, you used to say ‘in this life or the next’ to Angie each time you had to part as a goodbye, but this is true for me.
I’ve loved you in your past life. I love you in this new one, and if there is ever a next life, I promise to find my way back to you and to love you again. My heart is yours. It always will be.”
I kiss him again, and this time, Léandre is the one to stop the kiss to breathe.
“You couldn’t let me have it?” he says with a little laugh. “I made that cute little speech, and you had to do better.”
He doesn’t seem mad—not at all. His smile is wide, and he softly kisses my lips as he tips my chin to him.
“I love you,” he adds before he kisses me again and tips his hips so I can feel him some more.
Oh god, he’s hard again.
“And I plan to show you how much for the rest of the night,” he tells me between kisses as he flips us and moves us to the middle of the bed.
I cross my ankle at the small of his back and arch my back to give him better access.
“Do your worst,” I tell him as I grab his ass and make him plunge his cock deeper inside of me.
And he does just that.