Chapter 11 #3
Haven’s hands fiddle with the buttons of my shirt, and once they are undone, I slip out of it and toss it to the side. When she goes for the fastens on my pants, I kiss her again, wanting to reignite that fire between us again.
Wanting nothing more than to take that next step and bury myself inside her, I grab her legs and lift her up with ease.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her back pressing against the wall, and I can already feel her burning up for me.
My hardness grinds against her and I’m shocked to find she’s already wet for me.
A quick shift of my pants, and I’m fully released, nestled against the part of her I crave the most. And when she swivels her hips, rubbing against me more, I can’t help but growl in anticipation. I’m ready to give her all of me.
As I press my length against her opening, her hand firmly pushes on my chest to stop me.
“Avrum…”
“Yes?” I breathe, a bit confused by her hesitation.
“I… I’ve never been touched by any man before.”
I blink down at her and read a good deal of fear and apprehension on her face. She’d told me once before Henri hadn’t touched her in that way yet, but I didn’t know she was still pure.
Not that it matters to me. I have never laid with a woman either. Never in my human life or my immortal one. Her past affairs wouldn’t bother me any; I wanted her regardless, but it’s clear this is a worrisome moment for her, one I want to feel comfort in instead of fear.
“Do you want me not to?” I ask her. “All you need to do is tell me no.”
To my surprise, she shakes her head abruptly and peers up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. In her gaze, her worry transforms into desire. “No, please. Don’t stop.”
My heartbeat skips, knowing she longs for me the same way I do for her. Crushing my mouth against hers again, I push myself into her tightness slowly. She gasps sharply as I stretch her, fill her, but when her head rolls back, I know the sounds are from pleasure and not pain.
I start to trail hot kisses along her neck, making her moan, then as gently as I can manage, I pull out and push myself back into her.
My movements are slow. Careful. Torturous.
But I don’t want to hurt or frighten her.
Most importantly, I want her to enjoy it, revel in it, drown in it.
As much as I wish I could do more, unleash all my hunger for her into this moment, this is about her. Not me.
She moves her hips to meet my thrusts, encouraging me to go faster, and I clench my teeth to keep in control of myself.
I manage a slow rhythm, moving deeper and deeper with every pump.
I press my mouth against her neck, loving how I can feel her blood running beneath her soft skin and speeding up for me.
I can smell it too—sharp and sweet. My fangs descend.
God, I crave her. In every way.
But I fight against it.
“I won’t break,” Haven whispers near my ear. “I want you, Avrum. All of you.”
Her words burn an inferno through me, and as if a switch is flicked within me, I increase my speed, slamming into her without reserve. Her legs cling to me as our bodies rock together, and she cries out.
“Yes, Avrum.” Her voice trembles as much as her body does against me. “More.”
She’s killing me, and she isn’t even aware of what she’s doing. She’s so beautiful and free in her pleasure.
When her head tilts back again, her neck is revealed more to me. In an instant, my eyes find the artery tinted a purplish-blue under her rosy skin. My stomach clenches with that unnatural hunger. But I can’t taste her. I can’t.
When her nails bite into my hips, urging me to go even faster, I do, unleashing all of my strength and possessiveness at once. The sounds of our lovemaking echo through the attic, and within seconds, I feel her muscles tightening as her climax rears up and shutters through her.
I can’t take it anymore. Seeing her so lost in ecstasy has my own ending nearing.
I finish with my face resting in the hollow of her neck, inhaling the smell of her, like crisp morning rain and lilacs. We’re both quiet, struggling to catch our breath and calm the raging of our pulses.
After a long moment of just enjoying the feel of her body in my arms, I ease her feet to the ground and study her face.
I’m afraid of what she might think of me now, but when she fixes her nightgown and covers herself fully again, her gaze lifts to me with a bemused smile. My heart begins to pound again.
I redress myself quickly. I should say something profound, something incredibly romantic, to tell her just how much she means to me, but when I open my mouth to speak, my nerves get the better of me.
Head tilting, she lets out a short laugh as I fumble with my words and actions.
Fighting my embarrassment, I walk over to the weapon trunk.
“What are you doing?” she asks, as I rummage through the many daggers, swords, and axes.
I pull out a short sword and examine the blade. It’s light in weight, and from what Lysander had told me, it’s easy to wield for a defensive attack.
I hold it out to her.
“Take this,” I say. Of course, it’s not the romantic poetry she may deserve from me, but it’s all I can manage at the moment. “It is short enough to be concealed under your skirts, but sharp enough to protect you during our escape.”
Haven’s brow wrinkles in confusion.
I push the handle more toward her and offer her a small smile. “Take it… for more protection.”
She hesitates, but takes it, a blush touching her cheeks. “Thank you, Avrum.”
Coming to her side, I wrap my hand around hers on the handle. “I was not lying when I said I needed you with me, Haven,” I whisper. “You see, I—”
Not needing more of an explanation, she leans forward, her lips brushing mine. “I need you too, Avrum.” Then she kisses me again, making an already perfect moment even more so.