Page 46 of Farborn

I do not even care about that. Before Davies entered my life, any kind of extraneous clutter would usually set my nerves on edge.

This is not the first time he has stayed with me, but this time feels oh,somuch different. Before today, he would get a hotel room and stage all of his belongings there, bringing just what he needed with him for the nights he spent with me.

Tonight, it feels like he is trulyminenow.

I never realized how deeply that would strike within my soul.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Nothing is wrong. It feels like perhaps everything isfinallyright.”

Reaching out, I pull Davies to me again for another kiss. I am certain this will become one of my favorite things. His mouth feels warm, his lips soft against mine, his body molding to mine as his arms hold me.

We are both breathing heavily when he lifts his lips from mine. “I think I’m about to cream myself,” he says.

If I understand his meaning, I believe I might be close to doing that as well. “Is kissing always this intense?” I ask.

“You’ve never kissed before?”

“Only you.”

“Fuuuuck me,” he mutters, pulling me in for another kiss.

My hands come to rest on his ass, molding around the globes of his cheeks. Instinct takes over and I start to rock against his body, my own cock growing firm within me and my juices flowing.

Forcing myself to lift my lips from his, I look him in the eyes. “I might owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

“I have a feeling that we are not going to make it to breakfast after all.”

He grins. “You can buy me whatever meal we finally make it to after we peel ourselves off each other.”

He tries to kiss me again, but I lift my head. “You agree we have an oral contract between us then, yes? Regarding our relationship?”

“Yes! You’re mine, I’m yours, and we don’t have sex or fool around with anyone besides each other.”

That sounds like a contract to me.

I let him pull me in for another kiss, and in the process, he loses his shirt. I am not entirely certain when that occurred, because I was too entranced exploring his mouth with my tongue. Unlike Pfahrn, human teeth are blunt and shorter, made for chewing and not biting. They cannot envenomate the way we can, and that is a shame.

He seems to have discovered that difference, though. I feel his tongue tracing my teeth, especially the pointed fangs that can pierce tough Pfahrn skin.

He mumbles something into my mouth as the tip of his tongue plays with my right fang.

I lift my mouth from his. “What did you ask?”

“Please tell me you’re going to bite me today.”

I sigh. “I cannot.”

That seems to pull him up short. “What? Why not?” He practically whines the last two words and I find that quite adorable.

“We would need a mate contract for that,” I tell him. “I undertook some research. If I bite you, I will envenomate you, and it will join you to me at a very deep, emotional level. I cannot do that to you unless you are sure you wish to be with me for the rest of our lives.”

His lower lip sticks out. “I like being bit.”

I suck on his lower lip. “I can do many other things to you with my mouth. I can lick and kiss every square inch of your body. Including sucking your cock for you.”