Page 99 of Taste of Forever
I struck and Heather’s flesh yielded like butter to my fangs. Her blood filling my mouth on that first pull was the best-tasting yet. It was rich with oxygen and the essence ofher. Heather’s body shook while I held her leg firm to my mouth. Her back arched off the bed with the force of her release, her other thigh clamping like a vice around my head. Her fingers may have drawn blood from my scalp, but fuck if I cared.
I released her and sealed the wound with my tongue as she started to come down, but I was far from done. Her legs fell open, body limp as she panted. She only got a few seconds of reprieve before I couldn’t fight it any longer. I pulled her panties aside and licked a long stripe through her cunt.
“Laith.” Her voice was breathless, surprised.
“Heather.” I tongued her opening and sucked her lips into my mouth. “You think you can come so beautifully and I won’t need a taste of that too?”
“Oh, God…”
Her moan was long and wanton as I pressed two fingers inside her and spread them to stroke her inner walls.
“So tight. You’re squeezing around me already.” I teased her clit with my tongue while my fingers built up to a steady rhythm. “Such a sweet pussy should never go neglected. You’ve been dying for good cock, haven’t you?”
“Yes!” Heather was so turned on that her wetness began dripping down my wrist.
“You need to be properly fucked, don’t you?” My slickened thumb rolled over her clit, massaging the firm little mound in lazy circles. “You need someone that can actually give you what you need. Make you come and scream until you crash out, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Heather planted her heels in the mattress and thrust her hips against my hand, matching my rhythm and seeking more. “Yes. Please, Laith.”
“You don’t need some fucking loser who will never touch you, who will never anticipate your needs or even try to meet them.” My gaze was riveted on her, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust, her beautiful face in agonized bliss, but I could almost see Justin in my periphery. I could feel the weight of his shame and it was fucking delicious.
“No, I only need you, Laith,” Heather whimpered. “Please, I’m so close.”
“So fucking sweet when you beg.” I added a third finger and drove into her with more force, my hand making wet sloppy sounds with each impact.
“Oh, fuck!” Heather stretched around my fingers and she fisted the sheets at her side.
“You’re taking me so well.” I sped up my ministrations on her clit, sending her toward that peak that she so desperately needed. “My beautiful blood mate was made to take everything I give her.”
Heather’s mouth opened like she was about to agree, then she let out a choked cry as her eyes rolled back, her whole bodystiffening. She jolted and shook like she’d been electrocuted, the tremors shaking her from head to toe as she squeezed around my fingers.
From the build-up to the aftershocks, she was a fucking vision. I withdrew my hand from her and made sure those hooded doll eyes watched as I sucked her taste off my fingers.
“Delicious.”
She laughed breathlessly. “You’re crazy.”
“If wishing I could bottle your taste to drink you at all times is crazy, I don’t ever want to be sane.”
Heather smiled lazily, stretched out and exquisite in my bed. Her skin was flushed and glossy with a light sheen of sweat. I bent lower, brushing a soft kiss against her lips. Her mouth pressed harder to mine, which made me grin. My woman wanted more.
“Do you want something in that pretty mouth?” I dragged a thumb across her plump lower lip.
Her eyes widened. “Yes.” She was already reaching for my pants.
I pressed back, kneeling on the bed as she rolled forward. Heather took off the remains of her torn clothing while I pulled my shirt over my head. The sight of her drew a deep groan from my chest.
On her hands and knees. Her dark honey hair spilling over her back. The dip of her waist and flare of her hips. The round curves of her ass that begged me to grab them. But what captured me most were her eyes, glancing up with a trusting but shy vulnerability as she pulled apart my belt.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I stroked her cheek, pushing hair out of her face while helping with my button and zipper.
“I don’t know why I’m nervous.” Heather laughed lightly, shoving my jeans down my thighs.
“Maybe because my attention is entirely on you, as it should be.” I caressed her upper back and shoulders. “But you have nothing to be nervous about. You’ve already got me like putty in your hands.”
She peeled down my boxers, releasing my cock in a slow, torturous reveal. “I don’t know about that. Looks pretty hard to me.”
Her lips slid tentatively around my head and I forgot any witty retort that might have been on my tongue. “Won’t take very much,” I choked out.
