Page 34 of Always Eros

“You are stunning, Justice. What a pleasure it is to gaze upon your face.”

Justice writhes beneath me, attempting to make our bodies connect more fully, but I hover above his body, keeping just a few inches between us.

“Er… os,” he finally manages.

“So good, isn’t it? You can feel me in every part of you. You’re in every part of me too.”

His eyelids flutter as he nods, and the desire to taste his lips is nearly overwhelming, but I hold back. I won’t touch him while he’s under my compulsion.

“You’re going to feel a release like none other,” I whisper. “Such ecstasy it will leave you woozy. You will know without a doubt that it was me who gave you this pleasure and who desires you desperately.”

“P-p-please.”

Clasping our hands together again, I focus my gaze, aware that my vampire traits are on full display, but he won’t remember when I wash it all away. I send visions of the two of us, naked and writhing together in a luxurious bed, our hard cocks bumping together, and then the moment I enter him.

Just imagining his face is enough for me, and I tense as pleasure floods my body. Beneath me, Justice gasps, whispering my name as he trembles. A tear escapes his eye, trickling down the side of his face, and once I see the last of it subside, I blink to let the compulsion wash away and pull my beast inside once more.

I roll onto my back, soaking in the cool night air and waiting for Justice to recover.

“How the hell did you do that?” he asks several minutes later.

“Just something I learned on my travels.”

“But…” He sits up, patting his crotch. “I came, but I didn’t come.”

Chuckling, I sit up with him. “Right, but did you feel?”

“Everything. So much more intense than I ever have. Is that making love?”

“It’s a prelude to making love, which I hope to do with you someday.”

Justice nods. “Somehow I think that was better than sex.”

Reaching out, I brush my fingers under his chin. “Better than the sex you had before me. When we do make love, Justice, I promise to give you all that I am in pursuit of your pleasure.”

“What about yours?”

“Your pleasure is mine. I would, however, love to kiss you.”

He nods. “Please.”

With my hand behind his neck, I pull our mouths together, exhaling when our lips meet. Justice moans, scrambling onto my lap as he opens up to me, his hot tongue seeking mine. The kiss isn’t delicate at all. No. It’s desperate, needy, and a promise of so much more.

I force myself to break the kiss before I allow him to push us further than we should go. “Soon,” I whisper against his mouth.

Justice nods, his lips now damp and plump from our kiss. “I think I was meant to meet you, Eros.”

“I’m starting to believe that myself. I should get you back to your room.”

We walk back slowly this time, hand in hand, our path lit by the moon as if she’s following us. I encourage him to close his eyes again as I lift us easily up to his room on the second floor. Once inside, I linger by the window.

“I will see you again soon, Justice. I promise you.”

“Promise that whatever you find out about Nightsky, you’ll tell me.”

“I promise that as well.”

He grips my wrist. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”

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