Page 19 of Inevitably Yves

A gorgeous smile lights up his face as he rubs our noses together before pushing me backward. My entire body trembles in anticipation. My stunning lover is a voracious bottom and a bossy one at that. When Yves is in charge, it’s hard to know who is fucking and who is being fucked.

He straddles my chest, allowing me access to finger his hole and lick the tip of his cock again. I moan at the touch. “You’re so soft.”

I dig into him, watching his face twist in pleasure as I finger fuck him. He needs no prep—a vampire never does—but that doesn’t stop us from indulging in the joys of foreplay. When he’s ready, he shifts back and grabs the base of my cock.

“How many times have I fantasized about feeling you inside me again.” He shifts his gaze to me, hazel eyes glowing like they’ve caught the sun. He drags his tongue across his fangs and slides down my shaft.

Both of us freeze for a second, simply entranced by the moment. “Oh, Yves. My gods, Yves. You were made for me.”

He moves up and then down again, slowly, methodically. “I believe I was. He made us so we could find each other.”

I slide my hand over his belly, then his hip, then his cock. “It must be true.”

I stare at my lover, almost in stunned disbelief that this is happening. But my soft reverie ends as Yves takes charge. A grin spreads across my face as Yves fucks himself on my cock. His body clenches around me, milking me to the edge, then expertly falling back. He still knows exactly how to excite me, even after all this time.

“How many times I’ve gotten myself off imagining it was you,” Yves whispers, riding me wildly. “How many lovers’ faces I replaced with yours. How many nights I was on the brink of madness from missing you.”

“Too many to count,” I reply, gripping his hips. “Please, my love, I must taste your essence. I have to.”

His eyes glimmer with pure affection and desire as he uses his sharp thumbnail to slice into his pec muscle.

I bolt upright, gripping his shoulders and latching onto his wound. As his blood coats my tongue and drips down my throat, I can no longer hold back. The orgasm is explosive. Literal centuries of longing and despair release at once, filling my lover’s body while his blood spreads through me, uniting us once again.

Yves leans forward, still bouncing on my pulsing cock, and sinks his teeth into my neck where it meets the fleshy part of my shoulder. I cry out Yves’s name, overwhelmed by the sensation of his teeth in me again. My lover feeds, and something deep and broken rises to the surface, healed and new again.

“My beloved,” I whisper. “Take all you can handle. I am so happy.”

He mumbles and then moans as his cock twitches between us, spilling warm, sticky cum. The scent of it, combined with the heady earthiness of his blood, sends another wave of pleasure through me. My cock twitches and his body reacts, clenching around me.

We ride it out together, slowing down, but holding on tightly to each other. Yves laps at my skin before rubbing his nose into the crook where he fed. I reach between us and scoop up his cum, licking my fingers.

“By the gods, there is no better elixir than you. I am whole again, Yves. My beloved. How did I persist without you?”

Yves pulls back enough to meet my gaze. “Will, spite, love. Maybe fate. Whatever it was, let’s be thankful it’s over. Now that I’ve found you again, nothing will tear us apart. Not even our maker.”

Cupping his cheek, I search his eyes. “He won’t survive us together. Maybe that’s why he made sure we were apart. Can you imagine his face when he finds out it didn’t work?”

“His demise fuels my rage. He chose New Onyx for a reason, but it was a fateful mistake. I’m not the same passive, broken-spirited vampire he tried to ruin. He will feel the full force of my vengeance.”

“We will bathe in his blood and mount his head on our gate.”

“And when it’s over, we’ll be free. Truly free.”

EIGHT

Yves

“I wonder how he kept us blocked from his presence all this time,” Damiano muses as he plays with my hair.

I’m lying on his chest, utterly amazed by it all. My ass is pleasantly sore, my chest throbbing from his feeding.

“He’s always been clever. He found a way.” I tilt my face up. “But he kept us blocked from each other too. That alone is reason enough to destroy him.”

Damiano nods. “Agreed.”

“I want to show you something.” I slip from the bed and cross the room to my armoire. Inside is the letter Thorn and Kyson presented to me a few months ago. When I turn around again, Damiano is sitting straight up.

“What do you have?” he asks.

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