kiss, and his breathing was laboured as he reached between our bodies, ready to make me come again. Ethan didn’t let me turn my head into the pillow this time. He insisted on eye contact. My release shattered through me, even more magnificent than the first time. Now he was inside me, and he didn’t stop moving as pleasure spread out from my core, all the way to my fingertips, and down to my toes.
My moans filled the room, and he ate them up with his kisses. I arched my spine, my breasts pressing into his hard chest. The brush of my nipples against his skin felt incredible. I wanted more, anything, everything he could give me.
He rose, pumping into me fast, and I knew he was close. His fangs extended from his mouth, but some part of me knew he didn’t intend to bite me. I was learning there was a difference between a vampire’s arousal and his hunger. Right now, Ethan fell into the former category. The sight of him above me, blond hair hanging forward, eyes bright and luminous, fangs glinting in the dark, I’d never seen a more beautiful specimen in all my days.
A moment later, he threw his head back as he thrust into me deeply. I ran my hands up his muscled forearms, watching in awe as he came.
Wow.
He was absolutely glorious.
He dropped down, falling into the pillows as he pulled my body to his, wrapping me in his embrace. I inhaled deeply, savouring his scent and being this close to him.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered into the quiet room.
His lips brushed my forehead as he swept a hand down my spine. “It was long overdue.” His fingers skimmed my hip before venturing farther, grazing my bottom. “Your body was made for me,” he went on, and arousal built in me once more. He just made me come twice and already I wanted to go again. Pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, I started to crawl down his body, a seductive smile touching my lips.
“What are you doing?” he asked, watching me intently.
“You still haven’t officially forgiven me,” I murmured. “I feel like I need to do more to convince you.”
“Oh?” he replied throatily, curiosity alight in his gaze.
I palmed his cock as I nestled between his legs, and he groaned, a rumble coming up from deep in his chest. I grazed my lips across the head of his gorgeous penis, and his hips jutted forward. I couldn’t believe how I affected him. Ethan was almost three-hundred years old, and I thought he’d be jaded with sex by now, but he was incredibly reactive. I had to admit it gave me a little thrill to see how much I turned him on.
“Tegan,” he said, sounding desperate as I bent to take him fully into my mouth.
***
“You’re forgiven,” Ethan whispered several hours later as he held me to him under the blankets. I’d given him three orgasms tonight and he’d given me three, so for now we were even. I snuggled into his chest.
“I don’t ever want to be away from you,” I whispered candidly.
There were blackout blinds on the window, so I couldn’t see if it was bright yet, but my internal clock told me it was almost morning, and we hadn’t slept a wink.
“I’m here for however long you’ll have me,” he replied, arms tightening around me.
One of his hands cupped my breast, and the other rubbed lightly at my stomach. His breath on the back of my neck was soothing, and I felt myself relax. My body was spent, but my heart was full. I never expected our reunion to make me feel quite so whole again. Maybe I simply had no clue of the true extent of my feelings for him because right now my heart was soaring.
“Ethan,” I said in a quiet voice.
“What is it, Sunshine?” he murmured, still stroking my stomach.
“Why don’t you love and care for Gabriel the way you do Delilah? He’s your family, too.”
His hand stilled and I sensed a small amount of tension in him. After a long moment, he replied, “It’s a part of our culture to reject dhampirs, but if I’m being honest, deep down it never sat right with me. Delilah means the world to me and I’ve always felt very protective of her. I always knew of Gabriel’s existence, but my father convinced me he hated us. Now I know he was playing fast