38. Fiella
Istared into Redd’s eyes, getting lost in the deep hue that seemed to swallow me whole. I could reach out and touch him if I was brave enough to. I could close the gap between us in an instant.
He stared back at me, a man ruined, his entire soul bared on his face.
This moment would change everything, and we both knew it. What happened next would decide our fates.
The moment lingered, neither of us willing to take the leap and risk the outcome. My heart pounded in my ears, a flush crawling up my cheeks at his proximity.
I could sense his blood pumping under his skin, his flesh begging to be licked, to be bitten.
He leaned toward me infinitesimally, the gap between us shrinking. His lips hovered only a few inches from mine.
I inhaled, pulling air deep into my lungs. His mint and sandalwood scent enveloped me, soothing my jagged nerves and overwhelming my senses.
I used every ounce of willpower I had to keep my feet planted, to keep myself from drifting forward. The fear kept me rooted in place.
His tongue darted across his lips, and my eyes flicked to the movement. The flush crawled past my cheeks and into my ears, my skin burning. I was on fire.
He noticed my gaze, and he exhaled heavily.
“Fiella…” His voice was a prayer. A curse. An omen.
My eyes flitted back up to his.
Slowly, so slowly he stepped forward, the step taking minutes. Hours. Years. I stayed frozen, holding my breath. He closed the gap between us, his eyes holding a million questions. I could feel his warmth radiating, only a breath between us.
I had forgotten how tall he was, but this close, I had to crane my neck to keep eye contact. His head was bent down, our faces drawn together like magnets.
His hand came next. He raised it slowly, giving me plenty of time to step away from it if I wanted to.
I didn’t.
His palm cupped my jaw, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing, barely making contact. A question. An offering. A promise.
After only a moment’s hesitation, I leaned into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his rough skin against mine. An acceptance. A truth. A blessing.
He reacted instantly, his grip tightening on my jaw and his other hand coming up to clutch my face.
“Thank the gods,” he murmured, before slamming his lips to mine.
He didn’t hold back, pouring himself into the kiss. I matched his fervor, gripping his tunic in my fists, yanking him towards me, pressing our bodies together.
Yes. This is right. This is everything.
He kissed me like he had nothing to lose, his mouth devouring mine. My blood thrummed, my fangs deliciously aching.
After realm-quaking minutes, his mouth left mine, my body liquid in hands. I panted, unable to catch my breath. His mouth moved to my throat, kissing, licking, fangs scraping. An indecent moan escaped my mouth.
He shivered. “Gods Fiella, you make the most delicious sounds.” His fangs scraped me again–a promise and a taunt.
“Keep doing that. Please. Fuck, Redd. Sink your fangs into me,” I begged.
A low laugh rumbled through his chest. “You have no idea how badly I ache for the taste of you. For your blood in my mouth, your essence on my tongue. But not yet, my sweet Fiella.” His mouth moved to my collarbone. “Not yet.”
I shivered, grabbing onto his chest, my fingers finding the laces of his tunic.
“Tease,” I complained.
“Don’t worry, little vampire, I would never leave you aching. Be a good girl and be patient.”
His words lit my blood on fire, arousal settling deep into my stomach, my core clenching.
“Is that a promise?” I asked breathlessly. I managed to loosen his tunic, sliding my hands beneath to get to his skin beneath. I needed more.
He didn’t respond, but I could feel his smile against my skin.
“Are you trying to get me naked, little vampire?” he asked when my hands continued the exploration of his torso.
“Yes. Of course. Please,” I answered, my mind whirling.
“So polite, how could I say no?” he said wryly. He stepped back just far enough to whip his tunic off. I could feel his eyes on my face, watching me watch him as he stripped for me. So slowly. Too slowly. His hands paused at the button on his trousers, and I frowned in protest.
“Your turn.”
I flushed, the blood pounding under my skin almost painful.
I didn’t hesitate, wanting him to see me, wanting him to have all of me. I pulled my sweater over my head.
His sharp intake of breath was the most satisfying sound I had ever heard, and any worry about him not liking my appearance disappeared in an instant. I could tell by his face that he was enraptured. Hypnotized.
“I swear, Fiella, you were carved by the Old Gods themselves. You are the most stunning creature I have ever seen. I could look at you every day, every hour, every minute for the rest of my life and never get used of the sight,” he murmured, his eyes feasting on my flesh, raking over every exposed inch of me. My nipples tightened in the cool air.
“You aren’t too bad to look at yourself,” I panted. “Have you ever considered having an artist paint you? Folk would pay good silvers to look at all this every day.”
He choked. “I’d consider it, but only for you. May I?” he asked, begging for permission to touch me.
I nodded desperately. “Please.”
His hands were back on my skin, exploring with no barriers. The delicious friction of his rough calluses made me shiver. His fingers grazed the underside of my breast.
I yanked his mouth back to mine, ravenous, our fangs grazing. He palmed my breast, squeezing gently. I groaned into his mouth.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured.
“I think I have some sort of idea.”
I grasped his waistband and pulled him with me, stepping toward the daybed. Sensing my intentions, he followed willingly, grabbing the back of my head with one hand while he lowered me onto the soft cushion, settling on top of me.
His mouth never left mine, his lips stroking, his tongue setting me aflame.
His hips settled between my spread thighs, our clothing doing little to disguise the hardness of his cock as it pressed into me. I shifted my hips, grinding against him. We both groaned at the friction.
“How about now? Will you bite me again, Redd? I want your fangs inside me, I want all of you inside me,” I begged, grinding myself against his cock again.
He sighed, pulling his mouth from mine and gliding his fangs to the crook of my neck. “I could never say no to you, my sweet vampire.”
I tipped my chin back, giving him as much space as possible, excitement thrumming in my veins.
“But not here.”
Before I could question what he meant, he pressed a quick kiss to the column of my throat before he lifted himself off of me, his mouth traveling to my collarbone, my breast. He scraped his fangs against my nipple, making me jerk before soothing the sting with his tongue.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, my body shocked by the sensation.
He continued his ministrations, moving onto my other breast until I was writhing beneath him, clutching his shoulders and begging for more friction. My hips churned uselessly beneath me.
“Patience,” he chided me, biting the underside of my breast hard enough to draw blood. He lapped up the drop of blood that welled from my skin. Pleasure hummed through me. More.
I tried to be patient, but my body was screaming for more.
He slowly eased down my torso, fangs grazing a path across my sensitive skin. My body was wound tight enough to snap, the tension a delicious agony.
When he reached my center, he grazed his fangs over my clothed pussy, eliciting a shiver from my spine and a whine from my throat.
He unlaced my trousers and eased them down my legs, leaving me only in my undergarments.
He settled between my thighs, a smug look on his face, like he intended to stay there forever.
My desire was soaked through the fabric of my undergarments, my pussy throbbing. I was certain he could hear my pulse thudding beneath my delicate skin.
His breath fanned over my heated flesh, and I tensed in anticipation.
He inhaled, licking his fangs, staring at the fabric still covering me.
His hand slid up my thigh, slowly. His fingers paused when they reached the crease of my thigh, and I groaned in frustration. I was about to grab his hand myself when he suddenly gripped my upper thigh in a vice-like grip and sunk his fangs into my flesh, tearing into the pulsing vein running down my leg.
I screamed, a mixture of surprise and agonizing bliss, as my blood pumped into his mouth, and he swallowed me down. My spine bowed, my heels digging into the cushion to brace me against the onslaught of sensations.
He growled, deep and low in his throat, as he drank me in. Without removing his fangs from my thigh, he snarled and tore my undergarments from my body. The fabric chafed as it ripped away, a bite of pain that added to the mountain of sensations overwhelming me.
I was lost in the blissful torment of the moment, the smell of my own blood filling the air, mixing with his mint and sandalwood scent in a mind-numbingly perfect combination.
After countless moments, he yanked his fangs from my flesh, licked the wound clean, and shifted to my core without giving me a chance to breathe.
I squealed as his tongue stroked over my flesh, devouring me with no restraint. My back arched and I grasped tight handfuls of his hair, tugging at the roots. He growled deep in his throat.
“Yes. Yes. Holy fuck, yes,” I panted. He held my hips down when I squirmed beneath him, keeping me still.