Page 81 of Endlessly Raphael
I slide my hand down his side, over his hip, and between his legs to find his delectable hole. Haven arches his back when I touch him there, moaning softly into our kiss.
“Yesss. Please, Rapha. I need you inside me.”
My intention to go slow and take my time with him vanishes with his needy pleas, and instead I line my cock up against his rim, rubbing back and forth to soften him before I push my way inside.
The noise Haven makes as I enter him is my new favorite sound. His body accepts me easily, as if we’re separate puzzle pieces meant to be slotted together. I guess we are in some ways. Fate has given me a gift beyond my wildest dreams.
Haven digs his nails into my shoulders, holding my gaze with his lips parted. His brow creased, he nods his encouragement. A thousand images of our future together flash through my mind, sending shivers down my spine.
“I have waited so long…” I whisper before burying my face in the curve of his neck.
We move together in perfect rhythm, his supple body taking every single thrust easily. I slide my arms under him, lifting him up to sit on my lap. He smiles, kissing my nose as he rides my dick.
“You’re fucking perfect, Rapha. I’m never letting you go.”
“Convenient, since I feel the same.”
Haven falls silent as he rocks himself up and down. Gripping his shoulders, I hold him in place and thrust, bucking my hips hard and rough, knowing he can handle it. He goes limp, allowing me to support his weight as he moans, “Yessss,” over and over with his head thrown back and his eyes closed.
“All the gods, you feel amazing.”
“How do I taste?” He opens his eyes slightly. “Bite me.”
I don’t hesitate, pulling him upright and sinking my teeth into his neck. Warm, sweet blood floods my mouth, and my heart reacts, beating out of time until it syncs perfectly with his.
“Oh god,” Haven whimpers. “Yes. It feels so good. Drink, my vampire,” he says, twisting his hand in my hair to hold me to his neck.
I’m vaguely aware of how much I’m consuming, knowing I need to use restraint, but how the fuck do I pull away from such sweet elixir?
“Raph…” He claws at my back. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
His body tenses and he cries out my name as his cock pulses between us and warm cum gushes out. I pop off his neck and toss him backward, lifting his legs and slamming into him, reaching my climax mere seconds later.
I collapse on top of him, drowning in sensory overload—his blood on my tongue, cum on my skin, heated scent wafting around me. He is everything and everywhere.
He strokes my hair as his body gently shakes and I realize with some alarm that he’s crying.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, lifting my head.
Haven shakes his head, wiping his cheeks. “Nothing. Everything is so perfect, it brought tears to my eyes.” He cups my chin. “I can’t believe you’re real and you’re with me. I didn’t even know I could feel so happy.”
I turn my face to kiss his wrist. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I have so much to tell you.”
Haven nods, smiling sweetly. “Yeah, okay. It’s time to talk.”
THIRTY
Haven
Still glowing from the hole wrecking I just endured, I roll onto my side, smiling at Rapha as he wipes me down with a warm washcloth. He’s so gentle with me one minute, then railing me within an inch of my life the next. His lips are tinged red from my blood, and the realization of that sends a pleasant shiver through me.
He tosses the washcloth into the bathroom and climbs back in bed with me, also lying on his side as he gazes at me.
“Sometimes I would think your eyes were glowing or you looked too perfect, like a statue come to life, but I wasn’t imagining it, was I?”
“No. When the vampire appears, it changes me.”
“Okay, so how does it appear? Is it something inside of you? Separate?”