Chapter Five
Adonis
Over the next week, like clockwork, we meet at the club every night. When we aren't meeting, we’re texting each other. I can’t get enough of her. She is witty and clever. We simply just enjoy each other.
I realize that I need to take her on a real date. She says yes, but then it occurs to her, I may not eat. I explain her concern, while valid, isn't accurate. She seems giddy to know this. She makes me feel young again. Fuck, she just makes me feel.
I need her to feel the same way I do before I tell her about our destiny together. That is a lot to put on someone. She loves to tell me about her day at work and I love to listen. She is proud to be a patient advocate and be able to help anywhere she can.
She truly is one of a kind. If there ever were an angel on earth, it would be Nila. She is inquisitive about my life. I answer every question she has with brutal honesty. I was worried it would turn her off, but she seems truly interested.
Picking a restaurant is tricky. Not all of them are vamp friendly. I finally decide on Milanos. It’s a family-owned Italian restaurant that allows my kind to enter. The restaurant is small, with a quiet ambience.
We agree to meet at eight o'clock. Just seeing her makes me feel protective. I am experiencing very powerful feelings for this woman. I need to be near her. I think about her constantly and experience extreme distress when separated from her. Thank the fuck for cell phones. At least I have some form of communication. If it were up to me, I would wrap her in a cocoon and never let her go.
The dinner is superb. We both order the house special, Bolognese baked tortellini. She keeps glancing at me, watching me eat. I smile at her attempt to look covert. I have this insane urge to be inside of her.
I throw some money on the table. Taking her by the hand, I lead her down the hallway to the ladies’ restroom. After slipping inside, I shut and lock the door.
I kiss the corner of her mouth gently, making my way along her jawline. Our bodies press together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as my lips continue to explore hers. I can taste our shared breath and feel the thud of our combined heartbeats as I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I fumble, unzipping my pants. My dick springs free, ready to slip inside of her. I am thrilled to see she has no panties on. I use my thumb to work her bundle of nerves, and she moans against me. As an orgasm rips through her, she bites down my arm. That is all it takes as I slide inside of her. Her back is against the wall and her legs are still wrapped around me as I thrust in and out, kissing her deeply. When her walls clamp down on me, I can no longer hold on. We climax together. I stand still for a moment, our foreheads touching, our breathing erratic.
“You are absolute perfection,” I whisper into her ear.
“As are you, my sweet man.”
I gently set her down, then look at her. “I'm yours?”
“Is that okay?” she asks, guarded.
“You've been mine since the moment I saw you, so yeah, it's more than okay.” I'm not sure I could peel the giddy smile off of my face.
Now it’s her turn to smile. I help her stand and straighten her skirt. Zipping my pants, I take her hand and we walk out the door. Once at her car, we kiss once more, then embrace.
“Thank you for an amazing night,” I murmur.
She looks troubled. Oh, fuck. Did I overstep? Did I pressure her into doing something she didn't want?
“What is it?”
“What's wrong with me?” she asks quietly.
“What? There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. Why would you ask that?”
I haven't been with a woman for quite a while now, and the last time I was, it was a vampire, so there was no emotion behind it. Only physical gratification. I keep rewinding the evening in my mind. What did I do wrong to make her feel this way?
“You, um, didn't bite me.”
I stand with my mouth agape. Bite her? I did everything I could to keep my fangs away from her. She'd told me several times she'd never been around vampires before.
“Did you want to be bitten?” I ask cautiously. She didn't strike me as someone who wants to be part of a pomme de sang .
“No, I mean. I don't know. I heard that vampires bite their partners when they get excited.” She looks down at the ground. “Did I not excite you?”
I place my finger under her chin, lifting her head up. “You make me feel things I have never felt before. You excite me more than you know. It's taken everything I have to avoid biting you. I thought it would scare you,” I answer truthfully.
She looks relieved. “Thank you. I just needed to make sure you were happy, because I am goddamn ecstatic.”
This girl is killing me. The intensity in her stare and her warm touch makes me want to take her again. I kiss her softly. “Never think you don't excite me,” I say as I take her hand and place it on my bulge.
She grins. “Do you want to come to my place?”
My face must reveal my panic. I watch her doubt creeping in again. “It isn't always a good idea to invite a vampire into your house.”
“I can always uninvite you if something happens, can’t I?” She shrugs.
I sigh. “That is an urban legend. Once you invite one of us in, the only way to rescind the invitation is if a new owner takes over the residence.”
She nods thoughtfully. “So, do you want to come over?”
She doesn't need to ask me twice. Well, in this case, she does, but my hesitancy flies out the window. There are things about me she doesn't know, and I hope she never finds out.
We drive separate cars. I follow her to a nice bungalow-style house. She is smiling when she gets out of her car. She holds her hand out to me. I take it, reveling in the warmth. Walking up the steps to the porch, she gets her keys out of her purse. After unlocking her door, she walks inside.
I stand on the porch, waiting. She turns around when she realizes I'm not behind her. “Oh! I forgot. Adonis, please come in.”
Now, I am smiling as I walk in. Before I gather my bearings, she is wrapping her arms around me and possessing my mouth. We are frenzied as we try to undress. She is so damn alluring. Pink tinges her cheeks as I take in her beauty. I whisper in her ear, “Absolute perfection.”
We make our way to the bedroom. Laying her down on her bed, I kiss her lips and start peppering her with small kisses as I slide down her body. I kiss the top of her pussy, using my finger to open her slick slit. My tongue sweeps the inside, tasting her sweetness, feeling her body shudder under my touch. My fangs elongate, and I lift my eyes up to hers. They are full of vulnerability. I show her my fangs, and she nods. I open her up again and bite the inside of one of her lips. Her blood is absolutely exquisite. She starts to shake as I gently pull away. I replace my teeth with my tongue to soothe her. Finding her bundle of nerves, I suck on it, making her orgasm come crashing down. The bite makes it twice as forceful. She has a sheen of sweat as I make my way up her quivering body.
Nila
Jesus, fuck! That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. So that's what a bite feels like? Sign me up! Now I know why people crave it.
My legs feel like Jell-O, but when he slides back up and turns me over so I'm on my knees, I don't hesitate. He takes no time sliding inside of me. He wraps my hair around his hand and pulls on it as he thrusts inside of me. My pussy is swollen from the orgasm, but I feel another coming on. Moaning like a whore, I meet him thrust for thrust. He takes his free hand and captures one of my breasts, pinching my nipple, rolling it in his fingers.
He grunts and starts going faster. I feel the electricity, and the next orgasm rips through me. He follows right behind me, which is good, since I can barely keep my knees up to hold myself. We lie together in a crumpled heap, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
I rest my head on his chest. He truly is my dream man. It's almost too good to be true. I feel like I can't be without him. “I feel like I can't get enough of you,” I tell him.
He caresses my arm and says, “There’s a reason for that. One day, when the time is right, I will explain it to you.”
“Why? Did you put a spell on me?” I laugh quietly.
“No. The universe did.” He leaves it at that.
“The universe is a smart cookie.” I yawn, drowsy from all the exertion. He chuckles as I drift off. I wake up hours later as he slips out of bed. “Are you leaving?” I ask, my voice groggy.
“Yes. I need to go home. Go back to sleep, my love.”
I smile and nod my head. “Talk later?”
“Of course,” he answers, walking out the door.