“I love you, too,” I whisper and bring my hands up his arms. Desire swirls around inside me, and my lips part on their own accord. I want to feel him on me and in me, but it’s more than that. I need to be as close to him as possible, to physically manifest just how much I fucking love this man.
“Kiss me,” I demand and let my eyes fall shut. Lucas puts his mouth to mine, kissing me hard.
I wrap my arms around him, holding on as tight as I can, afraid that if I let go, if I stop kissing him, he’ll disappear from me forever. He feels the same and presses himself against me.
I widen my legs, welcoming his cock. It’s hardening against me, and feeling that big dick growing erect makes another wave of warmth flow through me, and I groan with lust. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft and wiggle back so just the tip of his cock touches me. I rub it against my clit, using him like my own personal sex toy, and pleasure starts to tightly wind inside me. I let out a breath, lips parting, and buck my hips up, rubbing his cock over me faster and faster.
Lucas leans back, tipping his head down and watching me use his cock to pleasure myself. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he growls, and I slit my eyes open to look at him. He draws his fangs as soon as our gazes meet. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world that will ever matter, like he can never get enough of me.
That he really means it when he says he’ll never leave me.
My lips part, and I suck in a breath, muscles tightening in a tight coil of pleasure. I tip my hips up, and Lucas lowers himself a bit, knowing I’m on the verge of coming. He hangs his head down, resting his forehead against mine, and I look up, kissing him right as the orgasm ripples through me.
I shudder with pleasure, and Lucas wastes no time. He takes my hand and pins it down on the mattress at my side. I release the gobbled sheets in my hand and bring it to Lucas’s back, raking my nails down his spine.
He re-centers himself over me, lining his cock up with my entrance. He kisses me as he pushes in, and I cry out in pleasure. My breath leaves in a huff, and I wrap my legs around him, careful not to hurt him.
Lucas speeds up his movements, kissing me again as we make love. The desperation between us is tangible and is fueling my need to come again.
“I love you,” I pant between kisses.
Lucas drives his cock into me balls deep, holding it there for a second. “I love you, too,” he growls, kissing me hard before moving his mouth to my neck. His fangs press into my skin but don’t break through the surface.
Slowly, he pulls out until just the tip of his cock is inside me. He plunges his fangs into my skin as he thrusts back into me, drawing blood. The shock of pain pushes me over the edge, and my pussy spasms around his cock.
He sucks hard at my neck, getting a mouthful of blood, groaning with pleasure as he comes just a second after I do. My body is humming, and tendrils of pleasure are still running rampant through my system. Lucas rests his head against mine and puts his fingers over the bite wounds.
“You’re going to feel weak,” he warns me. “I drank a lot of your blood tonight.”
“You needed it.” I run my fingers up and down his back, waiting for my heart to stop racing. Lucas is still on me—still in me—and I don’t want him to move. I want to stay tangled together and forget about everything bad.
But he needs to rest, and I should check his stitches. If he’s not bleeding, then I’m putting another heavy layer of healing balm on the wound.
“I’ll get you water.”
“I have water,” I tell him. “It’s on the nightstand.”
He moves his fingers, licks the remaining blood off my neck, and slowly pulls out, wincing as he sits up.
“Are you okay?” I ask, quickly sitting up. My ears ring a little, both from the intensity of the orgasm and from the blood loss tonight.
“I’m sore,” he says with a frown.
“I’m going to make you better.”
“I know you will.”
Taking my time so I don’t falter or pass out, I slowly get out of bed and go into the bathroom to clean myself up. I dab healing balm on both sides of my neck and take the jar into the bedroom.
Lucas is sitting up, with one hand pressed firmly on the mattress. He’s in pain, and I hate that I can’t do anything for him. All of my spells and potions that dull pain involve ingesting something, and that’s not something he can do.