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Her magick flowed around them. Time itself seemed to stop as they were tangled in their passion. Gwen’s skin was electric with energy. With one last hard thrust, Sirus released inside her, throwing his head back with his own roar to the heavens.
As Gwen’s body trembled back down to reality, her magicks began to fall away too. A distant, dull ache lingered in her neck.
For several minutes, they remained entangled, rasping deep, labored breaths. Gwen held on to him. Afraid to untangle herself. Afraid for the moment to end.
But she couldn’t keep them there forever.
“Why?” he growled against her shoulder, his fingers still digging into her hips.
Gwen took in desperate gulps of air as wave after wave of emotion slammed into her. She leaned back and held his face in her palms, his red-tinted lips proof of what she’d let him take. “Because I wanted you too,” she panted. “Because I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, Sirus.” She kissed him. The taste of her blood lingered over his lips, but she didn’t care. This was who he was, what he needed.
Gwen could feel the conflict rioting in him. Feel him grow more rigid with each passing second. Sirus didn’t lean into their kiss, but he didn’t pull away either. Not at first. He broke away slowly.
In silence, Sirus pulled her off of him and nestled her across the bed at his side. He didn’t settle next to her, as she’d hoped. Instead, he slid to the edge and sat looking off into the fire.
Gwen touched her neck. It was sensitive but not painful. Her skin was—healed. All that remained was a smear of blood and sweat. With each breath, her heart grew heavier. She didn’t want him to shut her out. Not yet.
“I don’t know how this is done,” he told her, his tone returned to ice. He let out a deep breath, and she could sense his struggle in it. A war was raging within him. Gwen wanted to soothe him, but she was afraid to go near him. Afraid she might scare him away. His back grew rigid, the muscles, tattoos, and scars tightening as he straightened himself to rest his hands on his bare thighs.
“As a vampire of my clan, I swore not to take blood except in combat. It is how I have lived for centuries. I was tempted at times,” he confessed, “when the hunger grew loud enough, but my control never wavered. I never thought I would?—”
When the room grew darker, a shiver ran up Gwen’s spine, but she didn’t dare move or speak. His voice was like shadow itself when he spoke. Dark and dense. “I crave you, Gwendolyn.” Agony laced his words. “I do not trust myself to not?—”
She shifted to her knees and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his chest. “I trust you. You didn’t hurt me, Sirus,” she assured him. “And I wanted it. It was…” Gwen didn’t know how to describe it other than, “Amazing.”
Sirus didn’t move away, but he grew more rigid under her. Gwen laid her cheek on his back and let out a long, stuttered breath, hoping he would not pull away. “I don’t know how to do this either. It’s not like I’ve been with a vampire before, you know?” She sighed and kissed his back. “This is new to both of us, but we can figure it out.”
He laid his hand over hers on his chest and pressed it against him. The shadows abated back to the corners of the room, and Gwen squeezed him tighter. Her heart fluttered as they sat there together. Her and her vampire, and neither one of them had a damned clue what they were doing. For some reason, that made it all feel a little less daunting.
“You should sleep,” he told her. “It’s late.”
She wanted to fuss about how bossy he was, but her eyes felt heavy as she lay against his warm back, her body exhausted and sated from their lovemaking. Gwen kissed a trail along his shoulder. “Fine, but I’m not doing it because you told me to,” she grumbled playfully.
When she shifted away, he stood, and she cocked her head. “Where do you think you’re going?”
He turned, and she got a full, glorious view of him. Muscled, tattooed, and gleaming. She swallowed. Maybe she wasn’t so tired after all.
She came to the edge of the bed and sat up on her knees, bracing her hands on his chest.
His eyes immediately darkened, and she smirked. She loved how he responded to her. How powerful it made her feel. He held her hands still against his chest when she tried to move them.
“I will go and let you sleep,” he told her.
“You’re not going to stay?” She didn’t even try to hide her disappointment.
His expression was oddly blank. Like he was confused.
She smiled up at him. “I know you don’t sleep, but I’d like you to stay.” Sirus’s blank look remained. “You have cuddled before, haven’t you?” she teased him.
Sirus didn’t know what to say other than, “No.”
Gwendolyn blinked up at him with those beautiful, emerald pools. She huffed a little laugh. “You’re kidding?”
“No.”
Her brows furrowed skeptically, then she shrugged. “Well, I guess I can be your first then,” she told him. She kissed him softly and took his hand, pulling him toward the bed as she lay with her beautifully luscious backside to him. “Come lay with me.” She let go of his hand and patted the empty bit of bed behind her.
His heart pounded as he did what she asked. He slid into the bed next to her, the weight of his body sending hers shifting back. She took his hand and wrapped it around her bare front, bracing it on her chest as she nestled back against him. When her naked body settled into his, he was caught between the urge to growl and purr.
