Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Warren
The taste of him on my tongue was like a sacred experience. I couldn’t get enough of him, his blood, his messy kisses and hunger for me. Making me beg had only made it all the more delicious, and I was on edge, ready to devour him and be devoured in return.
I ripped at his clothes, desperate to have his skin on mine. I needed to feel him, to be as close to him as possible. There had been too many years wasted, too much heartbreak. We had to begin anew, start our second chance with nothing but love and pleasure.
We ended up on the floor, a mess of sweaty skin and tangled limbs. Levette let his hands roam all over, touching every inch of my skin like it was new to him. Maybe it was—we looked the same, but this felt different.
My eyes closed as I let out a sigh when he moved down my body, leaving wet kisses and gentle bites across my skin.
His wrist was healing, but there was still a little fresh blood, leaving smears of him on me as he explored my body.
I arched my back when he began to kiss my inner thigh, dangerously close to the part that eagerly awaited him.
Levette looked up, that devilish smile on his lips as he licked the column of my cock.
It was so slow and torturous and I relished in it.
I squirmed, wanting more, my fingers sliding into his hair and guiding him to where I wanted him.
He laughed against me, his breath hot and driving me crazy, before he obliged, taking me into his mouth.
A mewl left me when he increased his pace, swirling his tongue and hollowing out his cheeks until my fingernails were clawing into his back and drawing blood.
It seemed like Levette was equally enjoying it, lifting my right leg over his shoulder and digging his fingers into my thighs hard enough to bruise.
He never relented, continuing with an intensity I had never known until I filled his mouth.
Even then, he sucked a final few times and smirked as it caused tremors to run through me.
Gently letting my leg fall, Levette made his way back up my body, and our lips melted together. He tasted like heaven, and all those years without him had only made it better. I would never again be parted from him, have to touch someone else, and picture him instead.
“I missed you,” I whispered into his kiss, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer. I felt his hardness press against me, both of us gently rocking against one another to get just enough friction to ease it.
Levette grinned, wiping a strand of hair from my face with a gentleness he only ever showed me. I would always relish in that, the knowledge that he was hardened to the entire world but chose to forego his reinforced shell for me; I was his exception, and he was mine.
“I missed you, too,” he whispered, burying his head into the crook of my neck. I felt him kissing softly before biting and sucking on the skin. He looked so proud of himself when he brought his face back to mine, grinning. “There, now people know you belong to someone else.”
I laughed and flipped us over, propping my hands at either side of his face as I looked down at him, my dark angel of the night. “I always belonged to you, even when I was trying to pretend otherwise.”
The bond pulsed, and it hit me how much he needed to hear those words. There was so much I had to make up for and apologize for, but I refused to rush that. We had all the time in the world to fix what I had broken. For the moment, I just wanted to show him how much I was his.
“Fuck me, Warren,” Levette commanded, reaching up to capture my lips. “Show me how much you’ve craved me.”
Arousal clawed at my insides, the vampire part of me just as eager to exert some control.
Levette and I had never cared who was where, as long as one of us once being fucked like our lives depended on it.
We had a preference—there was nothing quite like Levette pounding into me like he couldn’t stop himself from trying to break me—but this went deeper than that.
Levette was asking me to take control, to prove to him that I meant this.
He wanted to give up his hold over himself and for me to show that I would hold him, be for him whatever he needed to be.
I got to my feet and pulled him up with me, locking our lips together. It was a dizzying, all-consuming kiss, and I felt lightheaded when we broke apart, both of us grasping what it meant for us.
There was no going back. No room for doubt, heartbreak, self-loathing—Levette wanted me to give myself over to him completely.
Turning him around, I bent him over the desk and let my fingers trail down his spine. He bit down on his lip and grabbed the edge of the desk, pushing his ass back against me. “Dépêchez-Vous!”
Bending down, I licked the path all the way from his neck to his ass before biting the firm skin.
Levette hissed, tilting his head to glare at me.
I couldn’t help but be gratified by his frustration, his need for me.
One thing we never lacked was sexual chemistry; all I ever craved was being with him.
“What about lube?” I asked. We were vampires, so that initial pain didn’t hurt as it would for humans, though it still wasn’t enjoyable.
Levette licked his lips and grabbed my arm, bringing my wrist to his mouth. He kissed the soft skin gently before sinking his teeth down, tearing open my skin. After a few drinks, making me more ready than ever to be inside him, Levette let go of my wrist and admired my free-flowing blood.
“Use your blood,” he said, looking at me through half-lidded eyes, his voice laced with desire. “I want you to consume me, fill me, mark me. Finally claim me as yours, Warren, so that there can be no going back. Become mine once more and never leave.”
There was defeat in his voice that made me aware of just how far I had pushed him, just how much pain I had caused. Never again would I be the cause of his tears or the one who made him feel like he was not enough.
I nodded, at a loss for words. All I could do was show him what he meant to me, that this really was forever.
Holding my wrist up, I let the blood drip onto my cock, using my hand to rub it over my skin.
Next, I let it drip over Levette’s ass until there was crimson dripping from us both.
Pressing myself against him, I lined up and entered him with one deep thrust. We both moaned at the connection; it felt like we were merging together.
No barriers, no dark thoughts, just us and how much we loved each other.
I began to move slowly, but Levette growled in the back of his throat. “I told you to fuck me! I want to feel your cock, mon cher, as it ruins me.”
Laughing, I moved just a tiny bit faster, enjoying how much it made him squirm. Leaning over, I pressed my lips to his ears and whispered, “I don’t remember you talking so filthy before.”
Levette hissed when I swirled my hips slightly while I was bottomed out, keeping up an agonizingly steady pace. “Time has changed, and so have we. I no longer have to hide the debauchery in my head,” he said breathlessly, panting when I began to move quicker.
Deciding I had tortured him enough, I quickened my pace until I was thrusting deep inside him, slamming into his ass. Levette met me thrust for thrust, pushing back so that our skin slapped against each other.
Pounding into him and hearing his moans wasn’t enough. I was grateful for our similar heights as I leaned over him, covering my hands with his. We entwined our fingers, gripping onto each other as our sweat-slicked bodies worked each other into a frenzy.
Levette turned his head, his eyes glassy and dark with tears he was keeping held back. “I love the way you fuck me when you miss me.”
Capturing his lips in mine, I kissed away his pain and continued to drive into him. Levette gasped as I licked a hand and reached around his front, determined to make us finish at the same time.
There was only one last thing to do, one final way to connect us and bind us irreversibly. “Bite me,” I ordered breathlessly, barely able to hold on. I was so close, and I could feel that he was, too.
Levette did not hesitate, piercing my arm with his incisors and drinking like it was the greatest thing in the world.
I followed suit, biting into his shoulder and letting his blood fill my mouth.
The taste of him on my tongue was enough to make me reach the edge, and my hips stuttered, shooting my release inside him.
Levette came after, moaning into my arm as he finished.
I collapsed against his back, exhausted and finally satiated for the first time since the last time I had been with Levette.
Beneath me, Levy panted and allowed his body to relax slowly, removing his fangs from my arm and licking over the wounds.
I pulled out of him slowly, both of us hissing at the movement and lack of warmth, falling back into the chair.
Levette took a moment to compose himself before turning, a lazy smile on his face.
“Je t'aime, Warren. Ne me quitte plus jamais,” he said quietly, reaching out to brush his fingertips along my jaw.
I returned his smile and turned my head into his hand, kissing his palm gently. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Never again.”
It came as a surprise to me, but the calmness that washed over me was almost immediate.
My soul was settled, and the battle within me was finally over.