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My fingers are shockingly steady as I pull down the top of his sweatpants and his boxer-briefs, revealing just the tip of his hard cock.

I lick my lips in anticipation. I feel greedy for this man.

Now that I’ve given in to this pull between us a boldness and rightness comes over me.

Leaning over on all fours, I fully free him and stroke my hand up and down his shaft.

His warm, smooth flesh is surprisingly velvety to the touch.

A particular vein runs the length of his cock and in a trance, I trace it with my pointer finger.

He groans, crooking his arm over his eyes. “Jesus, fuck. Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna come just watching you touch me.” The words leave him in a stream.

Hesitantly, I lean forward and take just the tip of him in my mouth.

I hum at the taste of him on my tongue as I suck away the pre-cum.

His hands come down, needing something to hold onto, and his fingers fist in my sheets.

He’s muttering something under his breath, I think reciting the Hippocratic oath which is both random and honestly such a Zav thing to do.

I take him a bit further in my throat and laugh around his length when he stutters on his words.

I guess it’s my laugh that does him in and he comes, shooting down my throat in a thick stream. I gag at the unexpectedness of it. Eyes watering, I let him go after I’ve swallowed every drop.

He meets my eyes, his face red with embarrassment. “Oops.”

I laugh again and plant a kiss on his jawline. I can’t stop the uncontrollable peals of it that are only cut off when I find myself thrown down on the mattress with his body looming above me.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” I giggle, unable to help myself.

“Liar.” He kisses me. “I need to be in you.”

My body warms with anticipation.

He pulls at my tank top, freeing my breasts. His mouth pops open and he just stares. “They’re fucking perfect,” he practically squeaks. “So round and the perfect size. Perfect for me.” He bites his lip, making grabby hands and I can’t help but laugh again.

I reach up, touching his cheek. “They’re small.”

“No, they’re perfect,” he repeats his earlier sentiment.

I bite my lip. “You can touch them.”

“Can I?” His voice is higher than normal.

He doesn’t wait for my response. He cups my breasts in his palms, testing the weight of them.

“So fucking perfect. Every part of you.” His eyes meet mine while his thumbs roll against my pebbled nipples. “You were made for me, Celine. This is fated. We were fated and I’ll thank the universe for giving you to me every single damn day.”

Not only his words, but the reverence in which he looks at me, fills me with warmth.

He rids himself of his clothes and finagles me out of the confines of my tank top until we’re both entirely naked. He’s already fully hard again which seems impossible, but I remind myself this is Zav and he breaks all the rules.

“Do we need a condom?” I ask, my fingers grazing his jaw. “I don’t know how this works.”

He smirks, staring down at me. “I’m your first?”

I roll my eyes at his ridiculousness. “No.”

He pouts. “You got my hopes up for nothing.”

“I meant I’ve never exactly had sex with a vampire. I … I’m not on birth control and I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready for any human-vampire kids running around.”

His bottom lip pouts even more. “But they’d be so cute.”

“Zav, be serious.”

With a sigh, he says, “Truthfully, human and vampire relations are rare, so I don’t know for certain. There’s not a lot of details on the matter.”

“Drawer,” I point. “Better safe than sorry.”

He frowns, brow furrowing. “I don’t want to know why you have condoms in your drawer.”

“Because”—I mutter, answering him anyway— “I like to be prepared.”

He leans over me and opens the drawer, pulling out the box. His body sags with a relieved sigh when he realizes they’ve never been opened.

Stupid, annoyingly hot possessive vampire. He opens the box and pulls out an entire strip. He rips off one and lays the rest of the row beside my head, giving them a little pat. “We’ll be needing those shortly.”

“Pretty sure you’re getting seconds, are you?” I tease.

He growls, biting the crook of my neck. His fangs have receded for now. “I’m getting forever, love.”

He rips open the packet with his teeth and pulls out the condom, rolling it down his length.

I glide my fingers down his chest to his stomach, tracing each rippling muscle along the way. His eyes flutter shut behind his glasses, fangs poking out again once more.

“Celine.” His voice is a deep, rumbling growl. “Keep touching me like that and I’m going to embarrass myself all over again and that won’t be fun for me or you.”

“Sorry,” I laugh, pulling my hand away from his smooth skin.

“Thank you.” He nips my jaw with his teeth.

Hand on the base of his cock he guides it to my entrance, hovering there.

“Zav?”

His eyes flick up to mine, red hair falling delicately over his forehead.

“Sorry,” he says, surprisingly earnest.

“Is something wrong?” I graze my fingers over his jaw.

He shakes his head. “No, I just … I know you’re about to ruin me.”

He pushes inside me, just an inch at a time, and I relish in the sensation.

“Fuck,” he groans, lips pressing to my neck when he’s all the way inside. “Celine. This pussy is fucking divine .”

“Zav?”

“Mhm?” he hums.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He pulls back enough to look down at me and I clench around his cock.

“So bossy.” He grins, gently tucking my hair away from my face. “I like it.”

I cry out with a small scream when he pulls out and thrusts in hard. His hands are firm on my hips, guiding me to meet each of his thrusts. The position he holds me in has his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each movement. The friction has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Zav.” My fingers scramble to find purchase on his body. Something to hold onto and keep me grounded to reality.

His green eyes glimmer behind his glasses. “Say it again, baby. Say my name.”

“Zavier,” I moan when his thumb finds my clit.

“Fuck. My name has never sounded so good.”

I cry out when he pulls out, but in the next second he’s flipped me over onto all fours and is slamming into me from behind.

A scream tears out of my throat and my arms go out from under me until my chest is pressed flush to the mattress.

One of his hands curves against my hip, the other pressing me down against the mattress.

“Look how good you take me,” he murmurs. “This pussy was made for my cock. Nobody else will have you.” Thrust. “Ever.” Thrust. “Again.” Thrust.

I whimper, unable to find words. I’m so close. It wouldn’t take much.

The hand he has on my back slides around to my stomach and down, until his fingers find my clit, and he plays me expertly.

I come apart with a cry, legs shaking as my pussy squeezes his cock in waves.

When I finally come to, I’m on my back again with Zav grinning down at me.

“So fucking beautiful.” He leans down, tongue swirling against first one nipple and then the next, making sure to give each equal attention.

“Zav,” I whimper his name.

He has me screaming it a second later when he thrusts back into me. My back bows off the bed and he wraps his arms around me pulling me up until I’m practically sitting in his lap, and we’re face to face.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull on the chain resting against the hollow of his throat. His mouth finds mine, the kiss stealing my breath and any form of thought that I have left.

He cups my cheek, thumb swirling gently over the spot.

“I’m so lost in you,” he confesses. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

I entwine my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck. “Let go,” I encourage. “I’m right here.”

He groans, kissing me again as he thrusts into me at a steady pace. I hold onto his shoulders, beyond shocked when another orgasm overtakes me. Zav’s right there with me this time, though. We cling to each other like if we don’t, we might float away, lost to time and space.

Zav lowers me gently to the mattress, his body clinging to mine. He doesn’t pull out of me right away. We lay there in silence as our breaths sync. I think this is the longest he’s gone in my presence without talking.

My body is sated and exhausted, my lids struggling to stay open. I feel him wrap around my lower body like a koala and rest his head on my chest like my boobs are a pillow.

I drift off to sleep, only to be awakened sometime later by him kissing every part of my body.

I hate to admit it, but I could get used to this.