He nodded, falling to my side and leaning back on the mattress. I fell into his side, his arms wrapping around me as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I never felt safter than laying in Luka’s arms.
I don’t know how long we slept, not nearly enough to feel rested, but enough that exhaustion no longer bogged me down.
“That was a much needed nap,” Luka said as he stretched his arms above our heads.
“Mhmm,” I murmured in agreement. “It’s left me feeling energized.”
“Oh yeah?” Desire sparked in Luka’s eyes as I shifted, sitting on his stomach so I was straddling him. I bent down and closed the space between us, kissing him hungrily.
I reached for his shirt, breaking my mouth from his so I could remove it. Once it was gone, I took a moment to take him all in. Running my fingers over the ridges of his muscles. For so long I tried to resist looking at him, now that we had moved past that I wanted to take full advantage of letting my gaze linger.
“Like what you see, Sweetheart?” he asked, smirking.
“A little.” I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the ridge of his torso as my hands continued their exploration.
“You had your fill, now it’s my turn.” He unzipped mywater suit, making quick work of the garment. I had worn nothing underneath, leaving me exposed to his gaze.
“Fuck.” His eyes blazed as they roamed over my body. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He ran a thumb over my pebbled nipple. “And I bet you’re fucking soaked for me already, aren’t you.”
“I’m always wet for you.”
“Fuck, Lennox.” His mouth met mine again, his hand shifting between us, his fingers found my center, seeing exactly how eager I was for him. I squirmed against his fingers. Luka always knew exactly what my body needed, his fingers slipped inside me, lessening the ache only slightly.
His lips remained on mine as he added another finger, stretching me as he moved his fingers in and out slowly. His mouth traveled down my body as his hand moved. When he made it to my breast, his mouth closed around the sensitive peak, his fangs nipping lightly.
He nipped my breast again, chuckling against my heated skin as I whimpered.
“Please,” I breathed, my breath hitched as the tip of his fang dug into my sensitive skin. “Luka.” He was such a fucking tease. “Bite me.”
A scream tore from my throat as his fangs pierced my breast, the combination of pain and pleasure pushing me over the edge as my release barreled through me. But Luka didn’t stop there.
He drank another pull of my blood as I thrashed against him, slipping another finger inside me—his fingers thrusting rapidly now. Blood dripped down my skin, Luka followed behind it, licking the trail it left. The movement of his fingers slowed as his tongue circled my breast before he placed a kiss to the puncture marks left by his fangs.
“I love seeing my marks on you.” His fingers moved tauntingly slow. “Someday I’d love to make them permanent. Mark you as mine for all to see.”
I shivered, biting my lip as I looked at the two puncture marks marring my pink skin.
“I want to mark you as mine too.” I leaned forward and brushed my fingers over the rough skin of the Vanir brand over his heart. The skin had healed, but the brand would be permanent. I brushed my lips over the rough skin.
His fingers started moving again. “Then we will do it. Brand your name over my heart—it belongs to you after all.” I clung to him as his fingers picked up pace again. “Show me that you’re mine.” The wet squelch of his fingers thrusting in and out of me echoed through the bed chamber. “Come for me, Lennox. Show me you’re mine and come for me again.” His thumb strummed over my clit, sending release crashing over me once more. “That’s it, Lennox. Come all over my fingers like a good fucking girl.”
I whimpered, a shiver wracking my spine at his words. Goddess, I loved it when he talked like that.
Finally, he removed his fingers. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as he brought his glistening digits to his mouth, his eyes not leaving mine as he licked every drop of my arousal off them.
“I never get tired of the taste of you.”
“I needed that release,” I said as I fell against the pillows.
He chuckled darkly. “Oh, we’re not done, Sweetheart.”
“You can’t be serious. I’m spent.”
He kicked off his pants, his cock springing free and pressing against his stomach. “Oh, I’m quite serious, Lennox.”
His hands circled my thighs, and he yanked me to the edge of the bed, eliciting a yelp from my lips. “You’ve got more in you.” He spread my legs wide, stepping between them.
“I don’t think I do.” It had been a long fucking day afterall. I could fall asleep easily after those two orgasms, even with our early evening nap.
