Page 154 of You’re So Vein

A cheeky smile crosses my lips as I push closer, pressing our chests together so my racing heart beats against his slow, immortal one. Blood to blood. “You can still stare at me all night, Augustin.”

I rock forward, craning my neck up to kiss him.

When our lips collide, it ignites a fire that won’t burn out. His hands tangle in my hair, while I fasten my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his damp trousers make wet spots on mine.

It’s not enough. I need more, more, more of this man.

My fingers trail between us, dusting over the buttons of his shirt and down to his trousers.

He laughs against my mouth. “Let me help you with that.”

The air shifts around us as the vines uncoil from his wrists, sliding between us and unbuttoning his shirt and skilfully removing his trousers. They toss the clothes onto a pile of leaves, leaving a very naked, very beautiful man, vines protruding from his skin and coiling around him like a wild forest god.

My wild forest god.

“Your turn?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, please,” I murmur, not able to take my eyes off him.

The vines trail lightly over the skin of my cheek, and then down the sweater I’d changed into at Black Crag. I want to keep my eyes on Augustin, but there is something beautiful about watching the vines slowly peel off my clothing and toss them into the trees.

Once we’re both naked, he pulls me down onto the softest bed of moss and flowers. The vines slowly reel back into the tattoos that circle his forearms.

I pout. “Oh, man, I thought they were going to stay out and play with us.”

Augustin laughs. “You like the vines?”

“I more than like them,” I say, taking one of his wrists and kissing it.

I gasp as a pulse grips my pussy walls. I look down to see a tendril protruding from his other wrist to cup my core, vibrating against it.

I moan, leaning into the pleasure.

“Do you want more, Komal?” he asks, the vines teasing just my outer lips. “Remember, you don’t get anything unless you ask for it.”

“Yes, please.”

“That’s my greedy girl,” he growls, sliding his vine tendrils inside of me, rubbing them over the exact spot that has me howling, my legs turning into jelly. He leans back and gazes down at me like he can’t decide if he’ll kiss me or bite me. I’m down for either.

His vines pick up speed, rubbing and stretching my walls, bringing me so close. I watch him watching me, that deliciously smug little smile playing on his lips, his golden eyes like twin flames lighting my way through the darkness.

I lean back against the soft earth, losing myself in the unique sensations, feeling myself get closer and…

Just as I’m about to fall over the edge into happy oblivion, the vines twist away, leaving me whimpering.

“I didn’t ask you to stop—” I start, but then his mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard before plunging his tongue inside me.

Now I fall apart. My body trembles around him, my legs clamping over his head.

“That’s my greedy girl.” He kisses my soft hair the same way he kisses the top of my head, before sliding up so he’s hovering over me.

“Stop being all smug and kiss me,” I command.

He takes great pleasure in obeying, his lips cool but urgent, our tongues tangling together, ravenous for each other.

“What do you want now?” he whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe with his fangs.

“I—”