Page 14 of Making Haven (Haven #1)

Lawrence smiles so wide that it makes his eyes crinkle and my stomach is flooded with warmth. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more beautiful.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, don’t go overboard. If you get any cheesier I’ll assume you’re drunk on my blood.”

“Oh. I very much am,” he says, punctuating his sentence by driving his hips against my own.

A whimper leaves my throat without my permission as I feel his hardness press against mine.

His erection is hard and hot, making me even needier to have him inside me while we have the chance to experience this.

I wrap my legs around his waist, adjusting until his cock slips between my legs. The tip of his cock runs over my hole and I moan, long and hard. “Come on.”

“You’re so impatient.”

“Who knows how long your boner will last. We better make use of it while we can.”

“A man after my own heart.”

I groan in frustration, trying my best to get the upper hand and flip us over so I’m on top. But trying to do that to a vampire who’s determined to tease is impossible. Lawrence smiles brightly down at me, chuckling as I try to move us with absolutely zero luck.

His smirk makes me want to bite him. So I do, nipping at his shoulder until there’s a red bite mark. I lean back, watching as it heals itself.

“Who’s the vampire now?”

“Instead of teasing me, could you get on with fucking me already? Please?”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he says, adjusting how my leg is wrapped around his waist so he can get his hand between us. I suck in a sharp breath as his finger runs over my hole. He might be warmer than usual but his touch is still cold. I have to make a conscious effort not to tense up.

“You said something about lube?”

I nod my head, reaching under my pillow for the small bottle of lube I found in a different house. I took it, hoping the two of us would find use for it.

Lawrence covers his fingers before bringing them back down between us. He massages my hole before pushing inside of me. My head snaps back against my pillow and a deep groan leaves my chest.

Everything feels so good, so new. I’ve never done this before, not even to myself and to be sharing it with Lawrence is special. More proof of how much I trust him. Fuck, things have changed so drastically between us since we first met and I can’t help but be glad for those changes.

“Fuck, Lawrence. Fuck, that feels so--” my words drift off with a moan as Lawrence pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasp out breathlessly. “So good. Keep going. Want you, Lawrence.”

“You have me. You have all of me.”

“Prove it.”

And prove it he does.

Lawrence pours more lube from the bottle, this time coating his erection.

I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from his cock, watching the way he strokes himself.

I’m overwhelmed, even more so when I realize his erection is from me.

It’s my blood pumping through him, making him hard.

His erection is mine in a sick and twisted way that leaves me breathless and more turned on than I’ve ever been before.

Lawrence places his cock against my hole.

I breathe in, doing my best to stay relaxed as he moves forward.

It hurts as he enters me for the very first time, but nothing I can’t handle, not when I’m finally getting exactly what I want.

He inches forward, steadily feeding me his cock until he’s completely buried within my body.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say through gritted teeth. Overwhelmed is an understatement to how I’m feeling.

“Fuck. You feel so good, Devin.” Lawrence covers my face with kisses, careful to keep still as I adjust to being penetrated. A few moments pass before I finally open my eyes.

“I’m okay. You can move.”

Lawrence slowly withdraws before pushing back in. I can’t stop watching his face. He closes his eyes, his cheeks bright, his jaw slack with wonder and pleasure. This must be as overwhelming for him as it is for me.

This bond we’ve been working at for months is solidifying. He is mine and I am his. We’re in this together through whatever sort of shitstorm the world wants to throw our way. I’m no longer out to survive, I’m ready to fully embrace living.

“Fuck. Just like that. Keep going, Lawrence.”

Lawrence tucks his hands under my back, bringing our bodies flush together.

My cock rubs against his toned stomach as he moves inside me, pulling out before fucking back into me with long, fluid motions.

My body is a livewire of sensations and I won’t be able to keep myself from coming for very long. This feels too fucking good.

“Can I come inside you?”

“Fuck, is this like a weird vampire thing? Can’t come in me unless you’re invited?”

Sharp fangs nip at my jaw but Lawrence is careful not to break skin. “No, asshole. I’m being courteous!”

“Then yes, you can come inside me. I’m close.”

“Me too.”

Lawrence’s movements speed up, his hips slapping against me over and over. The only sounds in the room are our bodies colliding and my heavy breathing. Even Lawrence seems out of breath despite the fact that air isn’t necessary for him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasp out as lightning bolts of pleasure race through my entire body. I tense up, my toes curl, and my chest shatters. I come between us, covering our bellies with cum. It feels so fucking good that I nearly black out from pleasure.

I’m glad I don’t, otherwise I’d miss the little whimpering noises that Lawrence makes as he finds his completion.

I want to memorize those noises and replay them when he’s fast asleep during the day.

I want to learn exactly how to make him feel this way again in the future.

I want him to only know this type of pleasure when he’s with me.

The feeling of his cock twitching inside my ass steals my breath and a moment later, I can feel the warmth of his cum filling me.

Everything that’s happened today catches up to me all at once. I let out a yawn as my body slumps against the bed, completely boneless. Lawrence kisses me again and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back. My kisses quickly grow sloppy as my eyes droop from exhaustion.

It’s hard to believe just this morning I was ready to give this all up. Thank fuck that Lawrence came after me. I don’t want to lose this. I can’t bear the idea of losing him or this place or Her Majesty.

This is my home now, for better or for worse. I’m ready to take on everything that means so long as I know Lawrence will face it beside me.