stare at him for a long minute before I see the fear of losing me shining through his annoyance at my offhand retort. That's when I understand. His life is dependent upon mine. He can't bear the thought of living without me in this world. Even if I will eventually come back.
Strangely enough, that only makes me hotter. His words turn me on more than ever.
“Make love to me, Kain. Show me.” My words are a mere whisper as I look at him intently, my entire body humming with need for him. “Please.”
He's still, watching me, studying my every breath before I feel the pressure of his hand relenting slightly.
Finally, his lips are gently brushing along mine and his body is flush against my own as his tongue plunges inside my mouth and explores every inch.
We don't speak, our bodies telling a story of need and desire that have lived as one for centuries. The motor memory of our touch, of our kisses and fucking. Of our love. It's still all there, always,
“Make love to me,” I repeat, lifting my hips from the bed, my body seeking his.
This time, he can't refuse me. His control is slipping, and I can’t say I dislike it.
In an instant, he's naked and so am I with only a gust of wind to tell me he moved at all.
His answer comes with his cock slamming into me with the force of a hurricane after the calm of the eye. I gasp at the feel of him buried deep, invading every inch of space I have to give him.
“I can't fuck you like this if you're not safe, Remy.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming right back into me.
“I can't show you how much I love you if you keep putting yourself in harm's way.” He swivels his hips to make sure I can feel every inch of him as he fucks me thoroughly.
“I can’t be happy if you’re not here with me.” He pulls back out but this time he doesn’t thrust back in. He makes me wait for it and I’m shaking all over like a junkie needing her next hit.
“Kain, please,” I beg, my eyes darting form his determined look to the place where his cock is teasing my poor, aching pussy.
“Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.” His voice is strained, and I know this is just as painful and difficult for him as it is for me. But unlike me, he’s had centuries to master his control.
“I can’t promise…” he pulls away a little more and I’m certain I’m going to die if he doesn’t give me at least one orgasm right the fuck now.
“Promise me, Remy.”
Fuck my life.
“I promise I’ll take better care of myself,” I say in rush of letters and words that I barely mean because who are we kidding? My life isn’t exactly a walk in the park. And even when it is, it’s a dangerous fucking park with enemies in every nook and shadow.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Kain slams his cock deep inside me and begins fucking me like a starved animal. One hand buried in my dark hair, fingers tight against my scalp, the other holding me still on my hip so he can do to me as he pleases.
My hands are gripping the sheets, my skin is on fire and the scent of my arousal is like an aroma that drives us crazier the harder he pounds into me.
I know the moment we are about to reach orgasm because Kain’s canines descend, and his blue eyes turn amber and animalistic. He’s the predator and I, his willing prey.
“Yes,” I cry out knowing he’s about to intensify my incoming orgasm by burying his teeth in my neck.
I can feel the tell-tale tingling of immeasurable pleasure starting at the base of my spine and before it can travel to my extremities, Kain’s teeth sink into the skin along my throat and I explode into a million tiny pieces.
I want to scream but my breath is caught in my lungs as I hear him taking his fill all the while spilling his seed inside my hungry pussy. I’m bucking and shaking and he’s drinking and coming. It’s as beautiful as it is erotic. Just like this man that I love beyond comprehension.
It feels like I come for hours before his teeth retract and he takes his time licking up every single drop of my blood that escaped his