Page 25 of Iris
“That was amazing.” It was more than amazing, but that’s all I'm able to get out as I suck in air from laughing.
Dorian moves himself to the side of me, using his left hand to stroke his fingers through my hair. “You’re telling me. Feel up for another round? Or two? Tickling, of course. Not sex.” He has a twinkle in his eyes.
“Aren’t you tired, at all?” My laughter fills the room again.
“Mm. I’m a little hungry.” He licks his lips.
Shit. My body is starting to heat up again. “I guess it’s a good thing we learned that you can still take blood when you touch me if you focus on it.” My breath comes out in small pants. Just the tiny touches from before have my body feeling like it’s had a sex-gasm marathon that lasted days. And I don’t know if I will survive it again.
“Isn’t it?” Dorian smirks as he leans forward to lick at my neck as his hands caresses my sides. “Let’s do this again, after you’ve had a few hours of sleep.” He manages to pull the blanket up around us without being accosted by my wandering hands. “You’re so beautiful.”
When he whispers this, I feel it. He kisses me so gently, it feels like I am cherished.
“Good night.”
I don’t know which of us says it. I don’t care.
