He seemed momentarily abashed. “Er… ‘gentle heaven’.”
She grinned and gave the tip of him a kiss. “I’ll take it.”
“I am quite spent,ma chérie.A moment, please.”
“Oh, we’re so not done,” she said, rubbing her body against his as she crawled up him, letting her breasts graze his chest as she passed. “I’ll give you eight seconds for your supernatural healing to kick in, then it’s round two.”
“You are a hard taskmaster,” he said, complaining playfully, but already his gaze held that hunger she liked so much, flirting with hints of lilac.
She rose above him, rubbing her hips over his, his cock still hard. “It’s not my fault,” she demurred, one hand on his chest for balance as she reached between them, her hand encircling his shaft as she angled it just right. “You make me insatiable.”
She bit her lip as she positioned him at her entrance, then closed her eyes as she sank down. He pushed in, stretching and filling her, and they both gasped. A mild hint of pain, too much to take in one go, but she rose up, then eased back down again. This time, she took him to the hilt, like he fit perfectly. She paused, reveling in the feeling of completion, of being so full.
Then she began to move on him.
He reached up with both hands and palmed her breasts, and she covered his hands with hers, holding him to her both for support and for comfort. She closed her eyes, head thrown back as she rolled her hips against him, pleasure coursing through her with the way he filled her. Then his hand fell to her hips, and he used a little of his strength to help her. It was like she weighed nothing to him, and it became less about her riding him, more about them working together.
She looked down at him, lying beneath her, and his eyes were full of love and wonder. It tugged at her heart. She leaned forward, seeking his mouth with hers, and as they kissed, his hands eased around to her back, then trailed down to her ass. He lifted his hips to meet her, his grip holding her, and she moaned into his mouth as he pushed deeper than before. It was perfect, it was delicious, it was everything she needed.
He shifted beneath her, bracing his feet on the bed. His arms enveloped her, holding her. Then he thrust up to meet her, and the tempo rose higher. Her breathing broke in gasps, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, gripping his shoulders as his cock drove inside her, again and again, until all she could see were bright lights dancing behind her closed lids. She climaxed around him, body shuddering, and in that moment, his teeth pierced her neck.
Cally hardly noticed the sting, but the exquisite wave of pleasure that came with it only drove her higher, prolonging her orgasm, until she thought her heart would burst with the intensity of it. His body tightened and strained, then he erupted inside her with a moan where his lips pressed to her neck, filling her with warm spurts of his own release, and she trembled in ecstasy. His arms held her immobile but safe, and his tongue licked softly at her neck, healing the bite.
She exhaled, body still quivering with aftershocks, and all she could do was lie on him and wait for her heart to stop pounding. She could feel his too, thumping against her chest, and then he sighed in contentment.
At some point, they’d have to move. At least to fetch the comforter back. But that was a later problem; for now, his arms held her to him, and that was enough for her.
Forty-Seven
They had fallen asleep so late that they slept well into the day, waking together mid-afternoon. It was a first, but one that Cally could get used to. She would have to give some serious thought to shifting her body clock and taking the night shift.
The only downside of a vampire boyfriend.
Though he was so much more than merely a ‘boyfriend’.
“You seem pensive,ma chérie.I hoped you would wake with a smile.”
“Oh, I did. I was just thinking about our relationship. Not ‘pensive’ at all. Content and happy.” She snuggled in against his side and placed a kiss on his chest.
“Good.” He reached for his phone and checked the time, then freed his arm from beneath her and started typing.
“News?”
“Some. Marcel has left Brookline’s police department in a baffled state of helplessness, with a little pressure from our lawyers. They want someone to blame, and so they are wasting their efforts on tracking down the ‘rogue contractors’ who so willfully deployed illegal ordnance in our home defense.”
“Will that cause you problems?”
“Not in the slightest; it was all conducted through offshore shell accounts. They will find nothing.”
Cally shook her head. His world was quite different from hers, often bordering on the surreal.
Not ‘his’ world. ‘Our’ world, now.To be fair, breaking and entering WHOI hadn’t exactly been a normal working week.
“Any news on Eve? And Noah?” Cally slipped from the bed to retrieve her own phone.
“Both well. Eve has recovered and Noah is with Zoey and my thralls.” He paused, as if recalling all those who had died the night before, then continued reading from his phone. “Belle informs me that Tobias has regained consciousness and healed most of his injuries. She has him secure, and he is claiming nothing he did was of his own free will.”
“Is he still intent on killing you?”
