“I want you,” Arwen said. “God, I want you so much.”

  “Just tell me what you want. Anything you ask for will be yours, Arwen. I promise.”

  She cupped both of Arwen’s cheeks.

  “Take off my clothes and make love to me?”

  “Yes, love,” Iro replied and waited.

  Arwen looked down and cupped Iro’s ass. She pressed her lips to flesh over and over before she finally lowered Iro’s underwear.

  “Oh, you smell so good. God, Iro…”

  Arwen looked up, and Iro smiled down at her.

  “You’re so beautiful. Can I see you now?” she asked.

  Arwen nodded and held up her arms. Iro pulled off her shirt, and as she watched Arwen remove her own bra, she had to swallow because she wanted it all too fast now. Her mind was taking her in too many directions all at once. She wanted to suck on nipples, taste the skin of Arwen’s neck, lick, and suck on her until Arwen came at her touch, and she wanted it all to happen right now.

  Arwen slid onto the bed until her head was on Iro’s pillow, and Iro kneeled beside her. She pulled down on the skirt that covered the rest of Arwen’s body until it was off entirely and tossed it away to worry about later. She licked her lips as she caught sight of Arwen’s arousal through her light-gray bikinis.

  “I want to taste you,” she said.

  “You can,” Arwen replied and cupped her cheek. “But maybe take them off first?”

  Iro looked up and saw that Arwen was smirking at her. Iro reached for the waistband and pulled until they, too, were on the floor.

  “Come here, please,” Arwen commanded gently. “I need to feel you on top of me.”

  Iro climbed on top of her and, for the first time, they pressed together fully. She’d never felt this before. It was a completeness that was unrelated to the usual desired end result of sex, the orgasm, and it was all because of Arwen. It was because the two of them were always meant to be this to each other. She had no idea what that meant in the grand scheme of things because she’d been born hundreds of years ago and should’ve died long before Arwen was ever born. So, if they were meant to experience this together, did that mean Iro was always meant to become a vampire?

  “Are you here?” Arwen asked, looking up at her in concern.

  “I am very much here, love.”

  “You call me love now, I’ve noticed.”

  “Yes,” Iro said. “And I’m here with you. I’m with you in this.”

  When Arwen nodded, Iro kissed her, and this time, she knew the kiss would lead to more. As Arwen spread her legs, Iro shifted to settle between them.

  “I want everything,” Arwen said when Iro’s lips moved to her neck. “Like, all at once. Is that bad?”

  Iro smiled as she licked her earlobe, and she sucked it into her mouth before whispering, “No, I think that’s a good thing. I’ll give you everything. If you want it all at once, I can do that.”

  “How?” Arwen chuckled nervously.

  “Well, I have two hands that never want to stop touching you, stroking your skin, feeling the goosebumps they’ve left behind.” She ran her hands, one by one, over Arwen’s breasts and down to her hips. “I also have a mouth that wants to kiss you everywhere. And I do mean everywhere, Arwen. I want my tongue all over your body, bringing you indescribable pleasure.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” Arwen let out, and her hips lifted a little before they dropped back down.

  “I also have hips.” Iro rolled down into her. “And if you want, they can make you come once on their own right now. If not, I can give you everything else.”

  “You’re really… good at… this.”

  “What?”

  “The talking part. I think I could come just from you whispering things in my ear,” Arwen replied.

  Iro licked her earlobe again and said, “Oh, that’ll be a fun experiment one day, but not this day.” She rolled her hips again. “So, tell me, sweet Arwen… Do you want everything at once, or should I start by making you come with only my hips while I kiss you and whisper in your ear?”

  “That one; the hips thing.”

  Iro smiled to herself before she reached between them and spread her lower lips.

  “Oh,” Arwen let out.

  “Yes, like this,” Iro said and spread Arwen as well before lowering herself until they were touching.

  “Fuck. You’re wet.”

  “I love when you curse,” Iro told her. “And you feel so good. So hot. So wet.”

  “Soaked is the… word you’re… looking for.”

  “Good.” Iro rocked then. “How’s this?”

  “So good,” Arwen replied, cupping Iro’s ass. “You can go harder.”

  “Harder?”

  “Yes. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, Iro. Harder. Faster. Anything… I need you, baby.”

  Iro rocked only a little harder, unsure how much Arwen could really take, given her non-human strength. She kissed Arwen until Arwen needed to breathe and then returned her lips to Arwen’s neck. When she breathed her in and smelled her blood, as well as her sweet scent mixed with soap, Iro’s fangs didn’t even attempt to emerge. She would never hurt her. She’d known that before, but being this close to Arwen, about to make her come, which was always going to be a test, Iro knew now more than she knew anything else in the world that she would never do anything to hurt this woman.

  “Oh, God!” Arwen cried out.

  Iro refocused and realized that she’d been rocking probably a little too hard because she’d been so close to coming, so she softened a little.

  “No. Don’t stop!”

  “You’re sure?” she asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m fine. I’m coming!”

  Iro growled, knowing it likely made her sound like an animal who couldn’t control herself, but she didn’t care. She listened to Arwen’s soaring heartbeat and heard the blood pumping harder and faster inside her body. She felt Arwen’s clit grow hard against her own, swell with pleasure, and she couldn’t believe it felt this good. It hadn’t felt this good in her many lifetimes, and Iro came. She came as she rocked faster against Arwen, and Arwen held on to her.

  “Yes. Come, Iro. Come, baby,” Arwen encouraged.

  Hearing Arwen tell her to come made it all the better still, and when Iro’s body finally stopped its convulsions, she collapsed on top of Arwen, who held her closer.

  “God, that was so good,” Arwen said, running her hands up and down Iro’s back.

  “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

  “What? No. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. But God, Iro, you’re so damn strong. I can feel your muscles surrounding me right now, and I never want to move. You feel so good.”

  “So do you,” Iro said as she caught her breath. “And I still want more of you.”

  She lifted herself.

  “More? Now?” Arwen asked with a lifted eyebrow.

  Iro nodded, looking down at her seriously.

  “When can I get my mouth on these, though?” Arwen’s hands went to Iro’s breasts. “I remember you saying something about them being very sensitive.”

  “Later,” she replied as Arwen started massaging them. “May I?” she asked before reaching her hand down between Arwen’s legs. “I need to be inside you, perfect Arwen.”

  CHAPTER 23

  Arwen

  Iro pushed inside her, and Arwen let out a deep breath. She’d had sex before; good sex. Maybe not great, but good sex. Women had touched her like this. They had been inside her, and they’d sometimes made her come, but this felt different. She had no idea why, but there was something about Iro’s dark eyes staring down at her while she moved inside her that made it feel inevitable, like they were always going to do this; like it was meant to be or foretold somehow, which was ridiculous. Zara had been right: Arwen had never believed in things like love at first sight before. Yet, she was turning into a believer now.

  Iro pushed inside her and pulled out. She curled, flicked, and rocked against Arwen’s body, moving her center over Arwen’s thigh. Arwen almost couldn’t keep up; it all felt so good. Then, Iro’s mouth was back by her ear, and she was… Iro was reciting a poem.

  “All thoughts, all passions, all delights, whatever stirs this mortal frame, all are but ministers of Love, and feed his sacred flame,” she whispered.

  Arwen held on to her and listened to Iro breathe as she stopped talking. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten this lucky, that she had found her, and as she came, she whispered Iro’s name and listened because Iro was coming, too, now, and her sounds only made Arwen want her more.

  “Who was that by?” she asked as Iro lay on top of her.

  “Coleridge. It’s much longer, but I couldn’t get through the whole thing. I was a bit distracted.”

  Arwen laughed and asked, “What does it mean?”

  She ran her fingertips over Iro’s clammy back.

  “He’s trying to seduce the woman he desires. He’s singing her a song about the long-ago days of chivalrous knights, where a knight saved a lady from an outrage worse than death. He gets wounded and eventually dies in her arms. When the woman our poet desires hears the story, she is, of course, deeply moved, and he wins her heart.”

  “Were you trying to seduce me?” she teased. “I think you already won me, Iro.”

  “I am very happy to hear that,” Iro replied and nibbled at her neck. “Now, do you need a break, or may I continue?”

  “Continue?”

  “I haven’t tasted you yet.”

  Arwen smiled and said, “You’re still inside me. You can do something about that if you want.”

  “Oh, I can?”

  “Yes, you can. If you want…”

  “Oh, I want.”

  Iro pulled out of her, and Arwen hadn’t been expecting that. She had wanted her to stay inside while she went down on her, but she was pleasantly surprised when Iro lifted herself, and Arwen watched as she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked, closing her eyes and moaning. She was savoring her. Iro was savoring her, and Arwen swallowed hard because this was almost too much.

  “You are so very sweet,” Iro said before she straddled Arwen’s hips. “So sweet, my sweet Arwen. I want you again. May I have you?”

  “You don’t have to ask; you can have whatever you want.”

  “Oh, what I want is to never stop touching you,” Iro replied as she slid down Arwen’s body.

  “Yes, that,” Arwen agreed. “You can have that.”

  Iro looked up at her as she settled between her legs and said, “I look forward to discovering everything you love and giving it to you, but right now, I need to taste you again.”

  Arwen nodded rapidly, and Iro moved her fingers back to her entrance, pushing back in. Arwen spread her legs wider and watched. Iro stared at her, and Arwen normally would’ve been self-conscious, but for some reason, with Iro looking at her most intimate parts, she wasn’t concerned at all. It was as if Iro couldn’t believe she was the one Arwen was letting see her like this. Having nothing to tug or pull on, really, Arwen slid her hand into the soft, short hair and massaged Iro’s scalp, letting her take her time. She could be patient if it meant seeing the woman she loved look at her like this.

  ◆◆◆

  “Hey, what are you doing out here?” she asked, wiping her eyes. “You were supposed to be in bed with me.”

  Iro turned and dropped the spatula.

  “You’re naked,” she noted.

  “Yes. And you were supposed to be, too. We were supposed to wake up and have sex again, Iro.”

  “We had a lot of sex last night, sweetheart. I think you only went to sleep, like, an hour ago.”

  “So?” Arwen asked and sat down on the sofa.

  “You’re really ready?” Iro asked.

  “Yes,” she replied. “Well, I was, but I woke up, and you were out here.”

  “I’m cooking us breakfast. I was going to bring it to you in bed.”

  “Well, that’s very sweet of you,” she said and went to turn her head back toward Iro’s open kitchen, but Iro wasn’t there anymore. Arwen turned back around, and Iro was right in front of her now. “Uh, hi. You move fast.”

  “You said you wanted sex.” Iro licked her lips.

  “Yeah?” Arwen asked.

  “Always,” Iro said. “And when I say always, I want you to know that I mean that.”

  She knelt in front of Arwen and spread her legs.

  “Even when I’m on my period?” Arwen joked.

  Iro froze.

  “I was kidding. I don’t… I mean, we don’t have to if it’s–”

  “I meant what I said,” Iro interrupted and looked up at her. “You woke up like this?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I love morning sex.”

  “God, you’re perfect,” Iro replied, and Arwen watched her take a deep breath. “I’m going to make you come. Then, I’ll go back to cooking breakfast. Forgive me if it’s awful?”

  “Absolutely,” Arwen said with a smile.

  Iro leaned in farther and took her. Arwen had never had so many orgasms before in her life. She had always been able to handle a lot and come multiple times, so while she wasn’t sure she was a huge fan of crazy rough sex, she did like some things hard. Iro had certainly delivered, which was why, when Arwen had woken up, she was surprised that she wanted to go again and that her body seemed able to do so.

  “God, your mouth is so…”

  She held Iro’s head to her and leaned hers back.

  “So, I should continue?” Iro teased and licked her.

  “Yes.” Arwen chuckled and cupped Iro’s cheek. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. We belong to each other.”

  Iro nodded, gave her a smile, and returned to what she was doing. Not long after, to both Arwen’s delight and disappointment because it was way too quick, she came hard in Iro’s mouth. Iro rested her head against Arwen’s thigh and closed her eyes.

  “I want you, too,” Arwen said.

  Iro looked at her before she obliged and stood up, and Arwen reached for the flannel pajama pants Iro must have put on while she was sleeping.

  “These are very sexy on you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Definitely,” she said and kissed Iro’s hip bone. “Shirt, too.”

  Iro pulled off the matching shirt.

  “Floor,” Arwen said.

  “Really?”

  “Yes. You started a fire this morning. Let’s take full advantage. Lay down.”

  Iro went to the rug in front of the coffee table and lay down. Arwen moved on top of her, liking the position but loving it more when Iro was on top of her.

  “I cannot get over how beautiful you are,” she said. “I didn’t think it could feel this good, being with someone. It never had before.”

  “For me neither,” Iro replied and ran her hand through Arwen’s hair.

  Arwen lowered her head to the nipples she had hardly gotten to explore the previous night and sucked one into her mouth while she toyed with the other.

  “Oh,” Iro let out, causing Arwen to moan. “Arwen, I’ll come.”

  “I know. That’s what I want. Then, I’ll make you come again.”

  “It’s–” Iro stopped.

  “What?” Arwen stopped as well and looked up at her.

  “Last night, you made it about me, too.”

  “Yes. So?”

  “That hasn’t happened much in recent memory for me. It’s usually about the other woman.”

  “Oh. Do you not want me to–”

  “I do. I didn’t just mean the part where you make me come. I meant that you’re making me come for me, not just for you.”

  “I don’t know that I get that.”

  “I mean that it makes you feel good to make me come. Yes?”

  “God, yes,” she replied.

  “But you’re mainly doing this because you just want me to feel good.”

  “Yes, Iro. Of course.”

  “That’s just nice.”

  “Oh, baby…” Arwen lowered her head again. “You lie back and enjoy. I’ll happily make you come all day long if you want.”

  “God,” Iro let out.

  Arwen sucked on the right nipple, and Iro was right: it was very sensitive. She almost didn’t believe it when Iro came less than a minute later. Then, she moved her mouth to Iro’s left nipple, wanting to see if it was just as sensitive.

  “I’m coming!” Iro yelled not long after Arwen started sucking hard.

  “God, I want to do that again. How many times can you come from just that?” she asked, licking the nipple she’d just sucked on.

  “As many times as you want me to,” Iro replied.

  Arwen smirked down at her and said, “So, I should just keep doing that? You don’t want anything else right now?”

  “Oh, I want everything else right now,” Iro replied.

  Arwen kissed her and moved down Iro’s body.

  “Well, why don’t I start down here,” she said, kissing Iro’s inner thigh. “And I can continue and finish down here or up there. Whichever you’d prefer.”

  She licked Iro then.

  “I prefer all of it.”

  Arwen sucked.

  “Yes, that,” Iro said.

  Then, a phone rang.

  “Ignore it,” Iro told her and placed a hand on the back of Arwen’s head.

  The phone continued to ring, but Arwen wasn’t about to let that distract her. She moaned into Iro’s center and brought her fingers to Iro’s entrance.

  “Yes, please,” Iro begged.

  The phone did stop ringing eventually, but then seconds later, it started up again.

  “Please. Don’t stop,” Iro begged again and pressed Arwen’s face to her harder.

  Arwen grunted against her and pushed inside.

  “Yes,” Iro said.

  The phone’s ringing would not cease, and Arwen was having a hard time focusing.

  “God, yes!”

  Iro came, and Arwen slowed her thrusts and kissed her clit before she stopped altogether and shifted.

  “You should probably get that,” she said with a little smirk.

  “I am so sorry. I’ll be right back,” Iro told her and got up quickly to walk over to the phone. “What?”

  Arwen, who now sat on the floor, laughed at her frustration.