The moment he sank his lips onto Yvette’s and captured her, he realized he’d finally found peace. He was finally free to love the woman in his arms, and he would do so for eternity. She’d freed him from the shackles of revenge and hatred and shown him that love could dwell in any being.

Haven angled his head and swept his tongue between her parted lips, reacquainting himself with her intoxicating taste. Only this time, everything was more intense, more real. Yet despite the intensity, he couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of Yvette.

Without effort, he pressed her against the tile wall of the shower and devoured her mouth as if he’d been deprived of food for a week. He licked and nipped, delved and sucked, swept and stroked. And Yvette matched his every action, her body writhing against him, the spray of the warm shower making their bodies slide against each other in a fluid motion.

With every caress, Haven felt the cords of his control strung tighter. His gums itched and burned as if somebody was pressing a branding iron against them. Haven ripped his mouth from Yvette and pulled back, his fingers instantly going to his teeth, before pulling back in shock.

And there they were: fangs. Slowly, but surely descending from their sockets. Sharp, pointy, and dangerous.

His gaze snapped to Yvette’s who watched him with rapt fascination. In slow motion, she lifted her hand and touched his cheek, then trailed her fingers to his lips, nudging against them.

“Show me,” she whispered.

He hesitated, at first feeling apprehensive about showing her his new self, but then he realized it was stupid. She was like him, and he recalled how beautiful he’d found her when he’d looked at her with her fangs extended.

Haven parted his lips and felt her finger slide back along his teeth. A moment later, a bolt of energy went through him. His cock jerked in concert.

“Fuck!” he ground out. He’d never felt a more intense pleasure than the touch of her finger against his fang.

A wicked smile was her response.

“Is that what I did to you when I licked your fangs?”

Yvette nodded. “Yes. Do you understand now why I tried to stop you?”

“Hell, no!” He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, then drew her closer into his embrace, his swollen cock digging into her stomach. “Lick ‘em, baby.”

He saw the flash of delight in her eyes just before he sank his lips back on hers. When she swept her tongue into his mouth and ran it along his teeth, Haven was teetering on this edge of his control. No way would he make it back to her bed; he had to take her here and now.

He lifted her and pressed her against the wall, spreading her legs in the process. The instant she licked over one of his fangs, Haven slid into her to the hilt with one thrust, her tight channel engulfing him in wet heat. Her breath caught, her lips dislodging from him.

“Don’t stop now, baby,” he urged.

“You’re killing me, Haven.” Her response was more moans than words. “You’re new to this. We should take it slow so you won’t get overwhelmed.”

“Looks to me like you’re the one who can’t take it. Trust me, taking it slow isn’t what I’m looking for.” Haven withdrew from her sheath and plunged back in, his balls slapping against her flesh. “The words I’m looking for are hard and fast and deep.”

And with each word, he slammed into her.

Yvette eyes closed on each stroke inward and opened again on each withdrawal. “Oh, God!”

“That’s more like it, baby.” Then he lowered his head to hers. “Now, weren’t you gonna lick my fangs?”

Their gazes connected. In her green eyes, he saw desire and joy. “I never thought you’d turn out to be such a natural. I was worried you’d fight it more. Fight what you are.”

Haven brushed his lips against hers, the feather light touch sending pleasant tingles along his skin. “I fought all my life. I want to love now, because it’s all that counts in the end. I want to love you and make you mine.”

“I’m already yours.”

Yvette parted her lips, inviting him in. Even though he wanted to know so much, to ask so many questions, he couldn’t resist what she offered right now: total and utter bliss in her arms. Nothing else mattered. There would be time for everything else later, for questions, for figuring out what his new life would be like.

Their bodies moved in synch as they made love, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the tiles. Haven barely felt her weight, his new vampire strength allowing him to do things he would have found mildly strenuous as a human. But all he could think of was how their bodies fit perfectly, how her pussy contracted around him, squeezed him, held him. How her generous breasts bounced with each stroke, how her nipples hardened further each time they brushed against his chest.




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