Page 12 of Finn (Vampire Vows #1)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

GAbrIEL

Slowly, I guided him back, the mattress creaking as he settled onto it, his gaze never breaking from mine.

The room was dim, the flicker of streetlights outside casting faint shadows across his face, softening his features.

He was beautiful like this. He looked unguarded, all the hard edges gone, leaving just the person beneath, raw and open.

He held his breath, his lips parting, his eyes full of unspoken things, a mix of anticipation and hesitation.

Slowly, I leaned down, brushing my mouth along his jawline, savoring every inch, every shiver that ran through him.

His hands slid up my arms, pulling me closer, needing me near.

As I pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, he whispered, “Gabriel, it’s been a while for me.” He looked away, cheeks flushed.

I smiled, brushing a reassuring kiss to his temple.

“You don’t have to worry,” I whispered. “We don’t have to rush. Unless you’re having second thoughts?”

Finn’s fingers tightened against my shoulder, grounding himself.

“No. I want you. I want this,” Finn said.

“We’ll take it slow,” I promised, voice soft as I cupped his face, drawing him back to me.

He nodded, his breath steadying as he looked at me, the fear and uncertainty in his gaze fading to something softer, warmer.

I moved closer, his warmth bleeding into me, his hands tracing my back, his touch tentative but growing bolder with each passing second.

His lips parted as I leaned in again, and I kissed him, slow and lingering.

I left more kisses down the line of his body, sucked on his flat nipples until he cried out.

I moved lower, down his ribs, his stomach.

He moaned when I kissed the tip of his thickening prick. My own dick was hard as steel, but I wasn’t done exploring.

Closing my mouth around his shaft, I took him down my throat. Finn groaned above me, spearing his fingers through my hair.

I bobbed my head up and down, then realized I didn’t want him to come just yet. I pulled away.

“Take me, Gabriel,” he whispered.

“One moment,” I told him.

I reached for my jeans, took the condom from my wallet along with a tube of lube. Then I resumed position.

After opening the condom wrapper and putting it on, I hefted his legs over my shoulders.

I then applied a generous amount inside Finn’s opening. Then I slid, one, two digits in him, widening him for my access.

“Gabriel, please!”

Finn’s plea got me moving. I entered him, slow and steady, not wanting to hurt him.

Finally, I was balls deep in him and Finn let out a sigh.

I began moving in and out of him, settling on a rhythm which suited us both. My balls tightened against my body.

Each time our bodies joined it felt like a piece of my soul drifted to touch his.

Soon enough, I reduced us both to panting and needy animals. I lowered my face and took Finn’s mouth, savouring the taste of him.

I switched the angle of my thrusts and judging by Finn’s gasp and the way he arched his back, I found his sweet spot.

I kept aiming for it, wanting to see him come undone before me.

At my next push, Finn climaxed, screaming out my name. It sounded like music to my ears.

Several thrusts later, I followed and the world fell away from my line of sight.

I pulled out from Finn, disposed of the condom and found a clean towel to wipe us clean. With that task done, I lay beside him.

I propped up on one arm, tracing the line of his collarbone, watching him breathe.

I memorized the way his chest rose and fell. Each steady breath was a reminder of the warmth and life still beating in him.

So pure, so undeniably real.

I loved the way his eyes softened whenever they met mine, the way his lips curved slightly at the corners when he caught me staring.

Those small, quiet moments between us, when nothing else mattered except us were special.

But then, my gaze fell to the tender spot between his shoulder and neck. The soft, inviting curve of his skin.

The pulse beneath it called to me, the blood flowing just beneath the surface, pulsing with life, with energy.

The familiar hunger clawed at my insides, stronger now that I was so close to him, so close to the one thing I wanted but couldn’t allow myself to take.

The pull was undeniable.

I could feel the shift in my body, the way my fangs lengthened, the way my skin prickled with the urge to sink into him.

To drink and forget everything else. I had to pull back. I needed to pull back.

I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself, but Finn’s presence was intoxicating.

Every inch of him was a temptation I couldn’t escape.

I opened my mouth to speak, to excuse myself and walk away, but before I could say anything, Finn’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm.

His touch was soft, almost tentative, but the way he looked at me, so gentle and so understanding, sent a jolt through my chest.

His shy smile made my heart stutter, and I suddenly realized that he knew exactly what I needed, even before I did.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

His eyes held a kind of quiet invitation, a trust that made the hunger inside me surge all over again.

“Finn…” My voice cracked, uncertain.

The thought of his blood on my tongue, the taste of him, both thrilled and terrified me.

But Finn only reached up, his fingers brushing against my face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

His touch was electric, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down my spine.

I didn’t need to say anything more. Finn didn’t give me a chance to hesitate.

His fingers slid into my hair, his hand gently cradling the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

The movement was slow, deliberate, but there was an urgency in the way he moved, in the way his breath quickened as I leaned in.

And in that moment, I gave in.

I lowered my lips to the soft skin of his neck, inhaling deeply before I sank my fangs into him.

The taste of his blood was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was rich, warm, and utterly intoxicating.

The hunger inside me roared to life, and I drank, slowly at first, savoring the sweet rush of life that filled me.

Finn didn’t pull away. He didn’t flinch.

Instead, his grip tightened in my hair, urging me on, his breath coming in soft, breathless gasps.

I could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his heart, beating faster as I drank, but there was no fear in him, no disgust.

I had expected him to pull away at any moment, to push me off with revulsion, but he didn’t.

He let me feed from him, his body melting into mine, his fingers threaded through my hair like he was holding me in place.

It was like he was offering himself to me, trusting me in a way I couldn’t fully comprehend.

The more I drank, the more my mind began to cloud with the heat of it, with the sensation of him beneath me, around me, in a way that felt too good, too right.

And yet, there was nothing wrong in this. Nothing at all.

Finn’s heartbeat pounded in my ears, his blood running through my veins, feeding me, filling the emptiness I’d carried for so long.

I finally pulled away, my breath ragged, my body aching from the intensity of it.

Finn’s eyes were heavy-lidded, a dazed smile playing on his lips.

His skin was flushed, the mark of my bite still visible on his neck, but he didn’t look scared. He looked... content.

I brushed my thumb across the mark I had left, a faint trace of blood smudged on my skin.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked, my voice rough, almost too low to hear.

I had to make sure.

I needed to know that he wasn’t just allowing this because he thought it was what I wanted, what I needed.

That it was truly what he wanted too.

Finn’s smile grew, that familiar warmth filling his eyes.

“I trust you,” he said simply, his voice soft but steady. “I want this. With you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. There was no eloquent response, no perfect words I could give him.

I had nothing left to offer but my heart, and that was his for the taking.

But I still had so many questions, still so much fear, lingering in the background.

What did this mean for us? For him? What future could we have?

But in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the way he was looking at me, trusting me, loving me. There was no hesitation, no fear in his eyes.

And maybe that was enough. Maybe it would have to be.

I kissed him softly, my lips lingering on his, tasting the last traces of the blood he’d freely given.

He kissed me back, just as softly, his hands resting on my chest as if he were grounding me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone.

For once, I didn’t feel like a monster.