62. Rune
Rune
My breath catches when Vameer pulls out. And it catches a second time when he reaches down and starts to pull my pants and underwear up.
“Wait.” I shove his hands away.
Or I try to. But he doesn’t budge.
Obnoxious immovable vampire.
“Vameer.” I try for reason. “I’m a mess.” I look at him over my shoulder. “Down there.”
He pauses, holding my pants midway up my thighs. “Want me to lick you clean?”
I stare into his serious gaze. “Lick… You’d do that? Even though…” I swallow at the visual. “Even though a lot of it is… yours?”
His nostrils flare as he takes a deep inhale. “Mixed with the taste of you, I would not mind in the least.” He leans closer, over my shoulder. “I did not mind this morning.”
“This morning?”
He inhales again, and his chest rumbles.
Then I’m on my back, cushioned by a cloud of smoke.
My clothing disappears.
Vameer presses his mouth to my core.
And I lose myself all over again.
His tongue. His long licks. The warm, wet pressure.
Time warps. And moments, or many minutes later, I’m coming again. Gripping his horns. Holding his face tight against my body.