Charlotte slid her fingers into his hair, slowly urging him toward her breasts. He grazed her nipple with his teeth, and she gasped, arching closer, her hips undulating beneath him.
Heeding her body’s seductive call, Dorian shifted between her thighs, teasing her with the tip of his cock. More than anything, he wanted to be inside her again, to fill her, to feel her shatter around him. But first, he needed to taste her.
He pulled away, and she cried out in desperate agony, but he knew how much she enjoyed his relentless teasing. From their first stolen moments at the Salvatore, he’d learned to decipher her body’s signals—to know when she needed it hot and hard and fast, or when she wanted to be teased.
Right now, she wanted option two.
Blazing a trail of hot, wet kisses down her stomach, Dorian worked his way lower, his head dipping between her thighs, hands sliding up to spread her wide. He ran his tongue over every delectable curve, slowly taking his fill, inhaling her scent.
Bloody hell, he loved eating that pussy.
He craved it like a drug—one in which she was more than willing to indulge him.
He licked her again, and Charlotte sighed, fisting his hair and pulling him closer as he kissed her hot flesh. Beneath the demanding pressure of his hands, she spread herself even wider, and Dorian blew a soft breath over her clit, stroking her with the tip of his tongue, tracing every inch with slow, delicious precision.
Her muscles began to tremble, and he knew she was getting close—his favorite fucking part. Without warning, he gripped her thighs and crushed his lips against her clit, kissing and sucking, swirling his tongue as she writhed beneath him.
But no matter how badly he wanted to grant her this exquisite release, he couldn’t let her come alone. Not tonight. He wanted to see it in her eyes, wanted them to collapse into that wonderful oblivion together.
And he was already so fucking hard, so fucking close.
At the last possible moment, he pulled back, dragging his mouth along her thigh, her belly, kissing his way up toward her lush mouth.
Silently, she reached for him, welcoming him back with a dazzling smile and a deep kiss, filling his mouth with a delicate moan.
She parted her thighs and arched her hips, and he slid inside her with a long, slow thrust, her body clenching around him, drawing him deeper until he filled her completely.
With every thrust, they found their perfect rhythm, Charlotte’s gaze fierce and unwavering as their bodies drew together and apart, again and again and again, their skin slick with sweat, mouths hot and eager as they tasted and touched, pushed and pulled.
She ran her hands along his back, down to his ass, and clutched him hard, his fevered thrusts intensifying, everything inside her slippery and hot, driving him wild.
The trembling started in her thighs again, and Dorian knew she was right there—rightfuckingthere.
“Dorian,” she breathed, finally breaking their intense silence, her eyelids fluttering closed as the orgasm began to pull her under.
He wanted to let her go, to watch her drift off to that perfect place where nothing could hurt her, nothing could break her heart, even just for a moment. But before she let go completely, he cupped her face and whispered against her lips, bringing her back.
“Open your eyes, Charlotte.” He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand finding hers beneath the sheets and holding it tight. “Stay with me, love.”
She nodded, her heart thudding wildly beneath the press of his muscled chest.
“Stay with me,” he whispered again, squeezing her hand like he never wanted to let her go.
Eyes wide open, locked in his intense gaze, Charlotte gasped, her body clenching around him, the wave cresting and breaking over them both as Dorian plunged inside her with a growl that rumbled from his chest, their mouths seeking a last, desperate kiss as they tumbled headlong into that final, bruising moment of pure ecstasy.
Minutes passed. Hours. Lifetimes. And when he finally pulled back and looked into her eyes once more, he knew.
She was his eternity. She was his forever.
Dorian’s forever would almost certainly outlast hers, and perhaps that was his true curse—an immortal monster roaming the halls of Ravenswood, endlessly chasing her ghost long after she’d passed on.
Centuries. Eons. Millennia.
And still, in that moment, Dorian knew.
He wouldneverlove another.
“My heart is yours, Charlotte D’Amico,” he whispered. “Tonight, and always.”
