Page 28 of Making Haven
“Mine,” I breathe out, “I still have the lube beside the bed.”
Lawrence chuckles as he takes me into my house, making sure the door is closed behind us. He kicks off his shoes and I do the same, the sound of them falling to the ground loud in the otherwise silent room. Even Her Majesty has made herself scarce.
Once inside, Lawrence doesn’t waste another moment. He’s on me like a moth drawn to a flame. His mouth is everywhere, kissing my throat and my cheeks and my mouth before going back to my throat. His hands are squeezing my ass as he moves us deeper into my home towards where I keep my bed. I’m already overwhelmed and we’ve only just started.
“Fuck, Lawrence.”
“Yeah,” he breathes out, nipping at my chin. “That’s the plan. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you until you stop doubting how I feel about you. I’m gonna fuck you until you know you’remine.” His words are punctuated with a possessive growl.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Somehow I’ve gone from needing space and needing to remember I can live without Lawrence to getting turned on by his possessiveness?TomorrowI’ll sit down and think about my feelings about all of this. Right now I plan on getting dicked down so hard I’ll feel it in the morning.
Introspection will have to wait.
Lawrence tosses me onto my bed. I scramble backwards, leaning up on my elbows to watch him. He stares back, his eyes greedily taking me in. Fuck, why does that look have me wanting to flip onto my hands and knees and beg for it? What’s come over me?
“I’m desperate for you,” Lawrence admits, his voice soft, like he’s whispering a secret or confessing a sin. He has nothing to confess because I feel exactly the same way. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted before. “The blood coursing through me is making me feel more animalistic than usual. I feel like I can’t hold myself back, Devin.”
“Then don’t,” I say quickly. I open my arms for him, wanting him to devour me. I want him, all of him. “I want you. Now get your ass in this bed and fuck me.”
Lawrence’s face lights with a smile that steals my breath. He’s always been beautiful, but now that I’m allowing myself to accept my feelings, I appreciate him even more. His skin, that’s usually so pale, has a pinkness to it. His eyes are bright, his smile achingly sincere. It takes everything to not break apart in this moment. I can’t break, not when I finally have this, now that I have a reason to keep on living.
I start tugging my clothes off, the burning need inside of his belly growing even hotter. I need to feel his skin against my own. I need to feel him inside of me. I need himnow.
Thank Christ for vampire speed. It’s only a matter of seconds before Lawrence is completely naked and crawling onto the bed with me. His hands skim over my thighs before helping me out of my pants and boxers. Once we’re both naked, he lays against me.
I suck in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the feel of him against me. His skin is usually so cold but tonight it’s not. It’s colder than my own, but not by so much that it leaves my skin pebbled with goosebumps.
“I need you.”
“I’m right here,” Lawrence says, his eyes meeting my own. “I need you too, Devin. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone before. I want you by my side for as long as you’ll stay.”
My hand seems to move with its own mind, coming to meet Lawrence’s cheek. “Then I’ll stay. Iwantto stay. This is my home now.”
Lawrence smiles so wide that it makes his eyes crinkle and my stomach is flooded with warmth. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more beautiful.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, don’t go overboard. If you get any cheesier I’ll assume you’re drunk on my blood.”
“Oh. I very much am,” he says, punctuating his sentence by driving his hips against my own. A whimper leaves my throatwithout my permission as I feel his hardness press against mine. His erection is hard and hot, making me even needier to have him inside me while we have the chance to experience this.
I wrap my legs around his waist, adjusting until his cock slips between my legs. The tip of his cock runs over my hole and I moan, long and hard. “Come on.”
“You’re so impatient.”
“Who knows how long your boner will last. We better make use of it while we can.”
“A man after my own heart.”
I groan in frustration, trying my best to get the upper hand and flip us over so I’m on top. But trying to do that to a vampire who’s determined to tease is impossible. Lawrence smiles brightly down at me, chuckling as I try to move us with absolutely zero luck.
His smirk makes me want to bite him. So I do, nipping at his shoulder until there’s a red bite mark. I lean back, watching as it heals itself.
“Who’s the vampire now?”
“Instead of teasing me, could you get on with fucking me already? Please?”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he says, adjusting how my leg is wrapped around his waist so he can get his hand between us. I suck in a sharp breath as his finger runs over my hole. He might be warmer than usual but his touch is still cold. I have to make a conscious effort not to tense up.
