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I backed up until I stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed Heather’s ankles and yanked her down toward me.
“I’m not anywhere near done with you.”
Chapter 27
Heather
Laith 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. Ishivered 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 justapriority, you’re theonlypriority. 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.
