Page 86 of Taste of Forever
“I think we’re talking about different things.”
“Are we?”
I removed one of his hands from the headboard and wrapped it around the base of his cock. “Now show me how you make yourself come.”
He kissed me again, swallowing my gasp as he wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, holding my fist closed around him. “Like this.” Another nip of his fangs as he stroked my hand upward. “This is the only way I come from now on. By what you do to me.”
Our hands moved together, his skin burning hot and velvety under my palm. Meanwhile his tongue surged across mine. He dominated the kiss, making my pulse fire rapidly until my lips tingled.
“Your taste,” he groaned between one kiss and another. “Your scent. Your touch. Yourexistence. All my pleasure comes from you.”
He swelled in my hand, hard as iron and slick with precome. Our hands became a blur and his breaths grew shorter, panting through his kisses.
“If you edge me again, I might actually die,” he warned with a tight smile.
“No. I want to see you explode.” My own breath came in short bursts as if I were the one on the edge. “I want to see how good I really make you feel.”
“Fuck, Heather…” His forehead leaned on mine, his entire body wrought with coiled tension.
His release came with an animalistic growl and a spray of come that coated his chest and stomach. I heard a crack and wondered distantly if he’d broken the headboard, but my main focus was stroking him to completion, watching the utter bliss on his face as he reached the peak and came back down. Feeling the rough jerks and twitches as the aftershocks hit him.
Laith slid down until he was fully reclined on the bed. One hand remained stretched above him on the headboard, which he just now seemed to notice. “Yeah, I definitely broke that.”
The busted slat was a hair’s breadth from being completely ripped in two.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry.”
He snorted. “For what? Making me come within an inch of my life?”
“Hey, you did most of the work. I just feel bad that your stuff got broken.”
“It’s nothing a few nails can’t fix.” He panted through a lopsided grin. “Can you get me a towel?”
I grabbed him one from the bathroom. Once cleaned up, Laith propped up some pillows and held his arms out. “Come here.”
There were truly no words to describe the sensation of laying my head on his chest, feeling his arms fold around me while hisheart beat under my ear. Especially after what we’d just done. It was everything I hoped for in a post-sex cuddle. Every part of me melted, and I felt completely at ease.
We didn’t speak for several minutes, but the silence was relaxed. Intimate. Laith’s fingers drifted through my hair. I felt his breaths slow and deepen. My own fingers started to explore, tracing across his chest.
“What’s this?” I asked when my fingers found the raised texture of scar tissue directly across from where my head rested.
“My vow to Blood ‘til Dawn.” Laith’s head turned, his lips brushing softly across my forehead. “We take vows and loyalty very seriously. Silver is the only substance that can scar a vampire, so we carve our vows into our skin as a permanent reminder.”
“What vow did you make?”
“It’s a coming-of-age ritual we do. When we turn one hundred, we’re considered adults. The vow to the clan is part of the ceremony.” He moved my finger over the characters, speaking each one in a language with rough, but beautifully rolling consonants. “My life belongs to my family, whether found or by blood. I am shelter to my kin and the vulnerable.”
“That’s really beautiful.” I let my palm cover the markings. “Sounds painful, though.”
“It was.” I heard the smirk in his voice. “That’s how you know I take my vows seriously. We are willing to endure anything to protect our people.” His hand came over mine, fingers lacing together. “You know I’ll be carving a vow to you during our mating ceremony, right?”
“Jesus.” My fingers lifted, running over the raised tissue again. “And if I say you don’t have to do that?”
“Doesn’t matter. It will be looked down upon if I don’t. People will question how committed I am to you if I’m not willing to put a little silver to my skin.”
“Iwon’t question it.”
“Mm, maybe you should,” he teased. “Maybe there wouldn’t be so many human divorces if you had to sacrifice a little more.”
