He opens the door and ushers me inside. I take it all in quite quickly, scanning my eye around the room. It is a smaller, round version of CK’s room. Well, of what used to be CK’s room, but is now heavily influenced by all of my stuff he brought over from New York to make it “ours.”
“Nice,” I say and step further in. My eye catches the view from the windows, and I am drawn to it. It is spectacular. I kneel on the window seat and he joins me. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says.
“Yes,” I say.
He takes my hand and pulls me off the seat and leads me to some sketches and paintings on the wall next to the windows. He points to one that looks as old as I am and says, “This is what it used to look like.” He points to the next one. “And this one a few centuries later, and so on.”
I study them closely and note the vast difference in the landscape over the years. “Wow,” I say. “That is amazing. Did you do these?”
“Yes,” he says almost shyly.
“Impressive. What other talents are you hiding?” I ask, then flush as his eyes light up mischievously.
“I am dying to show you,” he says as he brushes my hair behind my ear. Even
though I can sense his eagerness to get started, he still says to me, “We can go at your pace. I know this is awkward for you. Especially here and especially as he is waiting for you.”
“Yes,” I say. “It is awkward. I would rather have been here of my own free will.” Not to mention I am just a little bit worried about the fated baby.
“Liv, you know that I don’t mean you any harm. It was an empty threat to get you here.” He chews his lip as I take that in. “Please don’t leave now.”
“I won’t. I am here now, and I can feel our connection,” I say, holding up my hand for him to do the same. “I am still trying to process the depth of this.”
“Me too,” he says as he takes my hand in his and pulls me towards him. He dips his head from his far superior height and hesitantly kisses me. Sparks fly as I deepen the kiss, and he walks me back to the bed, shedding me of my top and skirt in the process.
“I knew it,” he says, twanging the strap of my lacy thong before he rips it off me, breaking the tension.
“I aim to please,” I say to his delight.
I kick my shoes off as I unbutton his shirt and he undoes his pants and lets them drop. I feel a pang of nervousness out of nowhere and mentally shake my head at myself for being ridiculous. He kicks his own shoes off as well as his jeans and I run my hands up his very impressive chest and over his shoulders to shed his shirt. He stiffens as it drops to the floor and my hands run down his back. “Relax,” I say to him with a small smile. “I know, remember.”
He smiles back and mutters, “Habit.” He lets me take his hand to pull him onto the bed.
“Let me see,” I say as I shuffle around, and he sits down and lets me examine his markings as if it were something to be endured. They are so very like the ones that she had, except for the obvious Light Fae/Dark Fae leaves versus thorns. They start to swirl as I touch him, and he gasps in surprise. “Do you feel that?” I ask him.
“Yes. You are making them move?” he asks in surprise.
“Yes, has that never happened before?”
“No, never. I keep trying to convince myself that you aren’t who we think you are, but the reasons just keep coming that you are.” He turns suddenly and kisses me again, trailing his own hand down my back to make my Dragon flutter in pleasure. “I want both to take my time with you but also just to fuck you senseless,” he says as he breaks away.
“Take your time,” I say. “Because you can.”
He needs no further prompting and lays me down in the middle of the bed and kisses every inch of me, nipping at me with both his teeth and his fangs, until I am aching to bite him back.
“Not yet,” he mutters when I say this to him, and he lowers his mouth further and further down until he hits the wet and aching spot that is waiting for him. He groans as he dives his tongue into me, and I squirm at the electricity that is pouring out of him and into me. He licks me and sucks me, and it pushes me over the edge quickly. I want him to stay down there forever but the whole reason I am here is to take care of him, so I sit up and push him over and start the same kisses and nips all over his mouth, neck, chest, and stomach until he is panting with the effort of holding back. I take him in my mouth, and it is moments later that he grunts softly as he comes. I swallow and make my way back up him, to his neck, where I drop my fangs against his skin, grazing him.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he whispers. “Please, Liv, don’t make me wait anymore.”
I bite down harshly, ripping his neck open, and he gasps at the brutality of my actions before he grabs me and moves me over him, penetrating me with a quick thrust. It doesn’t take me long to come around him. His blood in my mouth, sliding deliciously down my throat, as I rake my claws down his chest, he follows quickly as if he can’t stop himself. I release him and kiss him, forcing a mouthful of his own blood down his throat and he groans as he thrusts inside me, already hard and ready for the next wave of pleasure to take him over.
“Fuck,” he whispers to me as I ride him, intent just on pleasing him for the moment. “Fuck,” he says again and again until he yells it as I ride him through his next orgasm, not giving him a chance to rest in between. I roll us back over so that he now has to do the work. He wraps his arms tightly around me as he moves slowly this time, building the pressure one thrust at a time. He drops his fangs and bites me gently in complete contrast to the ravaging I have given him. He suckles desperately as he speeds up his movements and I come for him as my blood pours into his mouth and he follows me again as he releases me with a loud cry of desire.
He is breathing heavily now as he lowers his forehead to mine, eyes closed. “Liv,” he rasps harshly. “What are you doing to me?” he asks me but doesn’t wait for an answer as he delves his tongue into my mouth. He pulls out of me for the first time since he first entered me, and I want him back. I need him back inside me. I growl in protest and he chuckles, “Easy tiger. I need a minute.” He rolls onto his back and I turn into him, snuggling against his chest.
“One minute,” I say as I kiss and suck on him until he chokes back a laugh.
“Christ, woman, if I thought you were worth the wait before, I most definitely amend that to now. How am I supposed to wait a whole week for this again?” he adds almost sadly.