Page 47 of Taste of Forever (Vampires of Sanguine #3)

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L aith looked monstrous in the hottest way possible.

He was breathing hard, mouth open and fangs longer than I’d ever seen them before.

His eyes were dilated, a much darker red than usual, his gaze ravenous and fixated on me.

The dim light accentuated the contours of his body, muscles tense like he was moments from capturing prey.

Even though he didn’t need to capture me. I was already his.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed by my ankles and pulled my legs apart. The move was possessive, even a little aggressive, and if my orgasm hadn’t already turned me into a limp puddle, I would have become one right then.

Laith wrapped a hand around the back of my head, lifting me only a few inches to kiss me roughly.

My thighs immediately pressed into the sides of his waist. With a possessive hand, he kneaded my hip, my ass, and my leg all the way down to my ankle.

It felt like he was luxuriating in a prized possession—me.

Like he would touch priceless jewels or the rarest, most expensive silk with the same reverence. And I could not get enough.

I came up on my elbows to return his kiss. His hand came around my neck, thumb stroking over where he bit me before. I shivered in anticipation; the skin in that spot was extra sensitive despite being healed.

Something hot, heavy, and slick rubbed over my swollen clit, and my head fell on a moan. “You’re still hard?”

“Of course I am. Look at you.” He straightened, eyes drinking me in while his hips made small, lazy thrusts.

“But…you came in my mouth.” It was extremely hard to form a coherent sentence, let alone a thought while that thick cock dragged back and forth over my clit hood.

“So?” Laith’s smirk was cocky. “I still need to be inside you. I need you more than I need to fucking breathe.”

“Stop teasing me, then.” My hips shifted, trying to find an angle that would bring him inside. I needed him just as badly.

“I’m just savoring this.” Laith’s gaze roamed over me like he was taking in a work of art. “You’re just so fucking breathtaking.”

He bent to kiss me again, and the moment our mouths locked together, he pressed inside me to the hilt.

My scream was swallowed by his mouth. My legs clamped tighter around him, like I never wanted to leave.

The sensation of him was intense, but not painful.

I didn’t know a man could fill me this much.

The size of him stretched me to my limit, and every tiny movement sent such delicious friction through me that sparks lit up my vision.

Laith gripped my waist with both hands, holding me in place while he moved through me.

He pressed inside slowly, and deeply enough to push the air from my lungs.

When our lips broke away from a kiss, he went to my neck.

I closed my eyes, savoring the drags of his cock along my inner walls as I waited for his bite.

He spent time kissing my neck first, sucking and nipping the sensitive skin in a way that drove me into a frenzy. His thrusts picked up speed, hips driving into me with more force and building my pleasure to yet another peak.

Only when I was on the knife’s edge did he strike.

His fangs sank into me as his thrusts grew punishing.

My orgasm clasped around his thick length and squeezed so hard, he roared into my neck as he drank from me.

My vision went dark, the sensations so overwhelming that I had to squeeze my eyes shut and let it all crash over me like a tidal wave.

Laith never stopped fucking me, even as his whole body shuddered and I felt more heat spill inside me. His fangs withdrew, replaced by his tongue laving at my skin as he glided wetly through me.

“Did you just…” I wasn’t even sure why I was trying to speak. My lips and extremities tingled. Even a brush of the bedsheet against my hand sent my nerves lighting up.

Laith too seemed barely able to speak. He looked completely entranced as he straightened. A smear of my blood coated his lip, chest heaving and skin glistening with sweat.

“I can’t fucking handle how perfect you are.” He seemed to be whispering in awe more to himself than to me. “Your blood. Your body. Your scent. How wet you are, how well you take me inside. How could I ever deserve this?”

It took every ounce of strength to roll myself upward, but I did it. I took his face in my hands and kissed him, fighting the tears brought on by all the emotional and sexual release of tonight.

“I never even dreamed I could deserve someone like you,” I confessed. “Someone who looks at me like you do, touches me with real desire, and makes me feel like I’m a priority. I’m still wondering if this is a dream I’ll wake up from.”

Laith wrapped his arms around my back, crushing me to his chest. “I don’t just desire you, I ache for you. And you’re not just a priority, you’re the only priority. I live to take care of you. The blood mate connection brought us together, but the way I’m obsessed with you is all me.”

“I want to take care of you too,” I said. “I want to do more than just soak up your attention and give you blood.”

“You already do.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“You’re a great listener and you don’t expect me to be funny all the time.

You let me act out this fantasy that’s probably a little fucked up.

You make me laugh way more than the dumb losers around here.

” He paused for a long time, dropping his forehead to mine. “You chose me. Over him.”

The significance of those five words needed their moment to breathe.

“It was honestly an easy choice,” I said. “I only wish I didn’t hesitate for so long. I should have chosen you sooner.”

Laith’s grin spread slowly. “It doesn’t matter. You’re mine now.”

“I am yours,” I agreed. “And you’re mine.”

“In body, blood, and soul.” He brought my hand to his chest, his grin taking on a wicked gleam. “I’ll say full vows to you at our mating ceremony. But for now…”

He withdrew from me in one quick motion, then flipped me over onto my stomach. The long, deep press of his cock driving back into me had my eyes rolling back and a guttural moan leaving my mouth.

“Fuck, Laith…”

My vampire bowed over me, wrapping one hand around the front of my throat. The motion forced a deep arch in my back and drew my gaze up, meeting Laith’s eyes as he pounded into me with a new ferocity. The new angle hit all kinds of new depths and sensitive spots that I didn’t know were possible.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you take me.” He kissed the top of my head with a tenderness that was in complete opposition with the way he was fucking me. “You’re wetter every time I’m inside you. Do you love taking my cock that much?”

“Yes!” I cried out. “Oh God, yes. More.”

“Fuck, you make me want to explode.” He nipped my ear and dragged rough, biting kisses down my nape and across my upper back. “But I won’t until you come for me one more time. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“I can…mm…I can try.” He felt incredible but I was so oversensitive everywhere, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to again.

“I’ll help you. Don’t worry.” His fangs dragged over my shoulder and I shuddered. “Just relax. Focus on how good you feel. Do you like this position?”

“Mm-hm.” He released my throat and I let my head drop, rocking back against his thrusts. “Feels so good.”

“You feel amazing.” Laith moved my hair off of my neck and I felt the teasing sharpness of fangs once again. “How badly do you want my bite?”

“So bad,” I whined. “Please, Laith.”

“Fuck, I love the way you beg.” His tongue trailed the same path his fangs did. “You make it so hard to say no to you.”

“Please, Laith! I love when you take my blood. I need it.”

“Do you?” He grunted, driving into me even harder, and I felt the coiling pleasure of an orgasm start to build.

“I need it so much. Please.”

“You come harder when I drink from you, don’t you?” His teasing was driving me insane. I had no idea how he kept such control while I was a whining, begging mess.

“I never knew I could feel so good,” I confessed. “Even before I saw your face, before I knew who you were, I’ve craved your fangs in me since that first time.”

Laith let out a low, ragged groan before he twisted my hair up in his fist. He pulled back, sending tingles of delightful pain down my scalp. My throat stretched out long, my spine bending into an even deeper arch.

When he bit the juncture of my neck and shoulder, I could feel my pleasure hurtling toward the peak like a rocket leaving the atmosphere. Laith fucked me harder, faster. My nerve endings seemed to multiply with each drag of his cock.

He growled as his fangs sank deeper into the muscle of my neck, his hips slapping my ass with enough impact to be painful if I wasn’t so far gone with pleasure. I was pinned between his teeth and his cock, the onslaught of sensation never abating until it became too much and crashed over.

The release felt like ocean waves pulling me under before letting me rise for a breath. Over and over the waves came, suffocating and freeing me. I must have passed out for a few seconds, because I came to while lying flat on my stomach and Laith on his side next to me.

He panted hard, his skin glossy with sweat. He looked sated, happy. A lazy grin spread across his mouth when he noticed my eyes peel open. “You back, Science Barbie?”

“Yeah.” I lifted my head just as Laith scooted in closer.

“Don’t move yet. You’re bleeding.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue over the crook of my neck, which felt sore and the skin a little ragged. “That last bite might have been too rough.”

“No, it wasn’t.” I closed my eyes in bliss as he soothed the bite with his tongue. Tendrils of pleasure spread throughout my body. It was a calming sensation, like the press of fingers during a massage.

“I didn’t hurt you?” Apparently finished with healing the bite, Laith dragged me closer. He pulled my leg over his hip and let his arm fall over my waist. He watched me intently, propped up on his elbow. “Tell me honestly. Was any of it too much?”

“No.” I traced the scarring on his chest, not needing to think about my answer. “I loved all of it, in case my many orgasms didn’t make that clear.”

Laith chuckled, his fingers stroking down the bumps of my spine. “Not even all the things I said to Justin?”

“Not at all. It seems like that was cathartic for you.”

“It was.”

Laith’s palm followed the curve of my butt, kneading gently where it met the back of my leg. Even now, after such intense and emotional sex, he couldn’t stop touching me.

“It was for me too, I think.”

He gave me a curious look. “How so?”

A rush of shyness came over me and I almost brushed off the question. But this was Laith. I had to remember he would never ridicule me for anything I felt. To be open with him was to be safe.

“Maybe not insulting him specifically, but I’ve kind of always wished a guy would talk about me like you did.

Just…being expressive in how much he wants to fuck me.

Or how sexy he thinks I look. How lucky he feels to have me.

In the past, I’ve always had to guess what he was feeling because I never got any feedback.

I’ve always secretly craved just hearing… anything, really.”

Laith took my chin in his fingers and lifted my face up to his. He pressed a long, lingering kiss to my mouth that had me gasping when he pulled away.

“You’ll never need to guess with me,” he whispered. “You know I can’t keep my damn mouth shut. Especially when it comes to how sexy you are.”

I wanted to look away, to hide in shyness again, but he kept holding my face to make me look at him.

“Justin is out of my system. I’m happy to never speak his name again.

But I’ll always tell you exactly what I’m thinking in the moment.

You might even become annoyed with it, but I promise you’ll never need to crave anything secretly again.

Just tell me what you’re craving and it’s yours.

As for expressing how much I crave you?” He released my chin, stroking his knuckles against my cheek with a smile.

“It’s the most natural, easy thing in the world. How could I not?”

No words could accurately sum up the depth and intensity of my emotions then. He made his feelings and actions toward me sounds so simple, so obvious. How could I have spent my whole adult life seeking this kind of romantic validation, and here he was, giving it to me so freely?

“It’s easy to crave you too, and get swept up by you.” My fingertips drifted over the hard planes of his stomach. “How am I not beating away other women with a stick?”

“Because I’m weird and annoying.”

Before I could protest, his fingers paused over the tender puncture marks on my left breast. “Shit, I didn’t heal this one. I’m sorry. Hold still.”

His head lowered, lips parted and tongue out.

“Wait.” I closed a grip in his hair, tugging lightly to stop him. “As much as I love it when you lick me, I want that one to heal naturally.”

Laith paused, glancing up at me with an inquisitive look. “It’ll take much longer to heal that way. And you might have a scar.”

“Good,” I said. “Actually, you should bite me there again next time. I want to see your mark in that spot. Right over my heart.” I drew his face to mine for a kiss. “Because it belongs to you, Laith.”

He brought my hand to his chest again, palm flat over the raised scar tissue. “And mine is yours. Forever.”