39. Redd
Fiella was overwhelming my senses, the taste of her in my mouth, the smell of her perfuming the air, her sweet, sexy sounds filling my ears.
Her blood was swirling through me, filling me, intoxicating me, and I had to resist the urge to take even more. I flicked my tongue over her clit, relishing in her reaction as she twitched beneath me.
My cock was harder than it had ever been, throbbing in my trousers with a ferocity that was almost painful. Just the sight of her like this was almost enough to make me spend, and it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep myself contained.
I ravaged her with my mouth, paying attention to what made her body react the most, what made those delicious gasps and moans escape her lips.
I thrummed with primal satisfaction when her back bowed, and a choked scream scraped out of her throat. I held her down harder, unwilling to move from the paradise between her legs.
She pulled on my hair, feebly attempting to dislodge me.
“Give me one more, Fiella. You come so beautifully,” I murmured against her soaked skin.
“Can’t,” She panted.
“I’m sure you can.”
She pulled on my hair harder, wriggling away from me. “With you inside me. Please.”
My eyes threatened to roll back in my head. With one last lingering kiss to her inner thigh, I reluctantly made my way back up her body.
Though her blood was swirling through my veins and lingering on my tongue, the urge to sink my fangs into her skin still tugged at me. I lingered at her neck, her pulse thumping wildly in her throat, her heart thundering. I dragged my lips over her throat as I settled over her body, and she tilted her head back in bliss.
“You’re insatiable,” Fiella laughed. “And still partially dressed, by the way. That’s a problem.”
I pressed a kiss to her collarbone as I pulled myself away from her. Her hands were quicker than mine, finding the buttons on my trousers and tugging them off.
“So bossy,” I murmured.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she retorted, feasting on my naked body with her eyes.
“Anything for you.” I crawled back over top of her, relishing in the feel of her silky skin gliding against my own.
She looped her hand around the back of my neck and pulled my mouth down to hers as she wrapped her long legs around my hips. Her lips were hungry, insistent. She groaned at the taste of her own blood as my tongue slipped into her mouth, her grip on me tightening.
I slipped my hand under her ass, lining my cock up with her pussy. I thrust gently, once, twice, the underside of my cock rubbing against her dripping, hot flesh. She dug her heels into me, tilting her hips.
“Tease,” she grumbled against my mouth.
“So impatient,” I whispered, moving to kiss her jaw, her ear, her throat.
“I think we’ve both waited long enough.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
I pressed into her slowly, relishing in the feel of her scorching hot flesh, her body gripping mine. She dug her heels into me once again, writhing beneath me. We both groaned when my hips finally met hers, our bodies flush together.
I held my breath, fighting to keep control of my reactions. Her body was exquisite, made perfectly for mine.
“Yesssss,” she hissed through clenched teeth when I started moving.
I pumped into her slowly, savoring every inch of movement. I couldn’t stop praises from falling from my lips. “You’re perfect,” I murmured as I picked up my pace, spurred on by her nails digging into my shoulders. “Absolutely perfect. The Gods couldn’t have crafted a more lovely creature.”
Somehow, Fiella’s already flushed cheeks grew even darker. She let out a breathy chuckle.
I could tell by the tension in her jaw that she was clenching her teeth with a lot of force–her fangs looked elongated in the dim light. She was fighting her thirst.
A vision flashed through my mind of her teeth sinking into my flesh, of her sucking my blood into her mouth. An overwhelming wave of primal desire washed over me. I wanted my blood to be flowing through her veins as much as hers was flowing through mine.
I wanted us to be one in as many ways as possible.
“Fiella,” I gritted out, fighting to keep my thoughts from swirling away into bliss as I pumped into her again and again. “I can tell that you’re thirsty. Your fangs must be aching.”
She shook her head, digging her nails into me even harder and swiping her tongue over her fangs. She winced at the action. “I’m fine.”
“Fiella,” I said again. I stopped moving, shifting my hand to grip her jaw. “You forget that I’m also a vampire. I know exactly how you’re feeling right now. I’ve taken a lot of your blood, and you’ve tasted it on my lips. You can’t suppress your instincts forever.”
Her eyes dropped to my lips, and then to my throat, zeroing in on my pulsing jugular. She swallowed heavily. “But… it’s not–”
I cut her off before she could continue. “We’re way past that and you know it. Now I don’t want anything about this moment to be tarnished by your thirst. I want you to feel as totally, completely, blissfully good as possible.”
I released my grip on her jaw as I grasped her waist, flipping us over so she straddled me as I lay beneath her. I kept my cock buried deep inside her as I did so, unwilling to part for even a moment. The motion made her gasp, and her eyes closed for a moment before she forced them back open.
She looked conflicted, even as she leaned down closer to me, drawn by urges out of her control. She set her hands on either side of my head. “Redd, I don’t know, I–”
“Just bite me. I want you to.”
Slowly, tentatively, she brushed her mouth against my throat. Her teeth grazing my skin made me shiver and my blood heated further, the desire nearly overwhelming me. I threaded my fingers into her hair, tugging her closer.
“Yes,” I encouraged. “Just like that.”
Her fangs cut through my skin like butter, the pain a short burst before the pleasure took over. My back bowed as my head tilted back, giving her unrestricted access to my vein.
She growled, the deep, animalistic rumble coming from the back of her throat. When my blood flooded her mouth, her restraint snapped.
She grasped my hair hard as she drank from me, yanking my head back even further. Her strength was impressive, but I could’ve dislodged her if I wanted to. I didn’t.
I wouldn’t dream of interrupting her. She was magnificent.
She became a predator, wild and unrestrained as she allowed her instincts to take over.
She ground her hips against me as she drank, writhing in an agonizingly perfect rhythm. I thought my heart would burst from the sheer pleasure of it all.
My balls ached fiercely, begging for release, but I held on for as long as I could.
I didn’t want this to end a moment sooner than it needed to.
My vision blurred around the edges as she rode me into oblivion, my hips thrusting up to meet hers.
When she finally clenched around my cock, removing her fangs from my throat so she could throw her head back and let out a guttural cry, I couldn’t hold back my release any longer.
Unending pleasure flooded me, waves and waves of bliss rendering me breathless. My heart thundered in my chest, so loud I could hardly hear anything else.
After the last waves of her orgasm passed through her shuddering body, Fiella sprawled on top of me, a boneless heap.
I ran my hand down her sweaty back, trying to calm my breathing as I came down from my high. I could smell my blood perfuming the air, the copper liquid still lingering on her lips.
My fingers slid over every knob of her spine, tracing her soft skin. She shivered when my hand glided over her nape.
“Holy fuck,” I panted.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” she huffed back.
Fiella fell asleep quickly, her breathing evening out into a calm, soothing rhythm. I relished the peaceful, perfect moment, running my fingers through her snarled blue hair.