Chapter 6 An Immortal Life #2
Keeping our bodies entwined, I stand, the change making her scramble to hold me tighter. I can't bear to be apart from her long enough to walk to the bedroom, thanking everything above for the supernatural strength my condition grants me, hoisting her up with ease.
More than once on our short journey to my room, I slam her against the wall, needing to thrust my length inside her, lifting her body up and down to meet every pump.
I watch raptly as her cunt swallows me whole, taking every inch so beautifully while Nat shouts and leaves scratches across my shoulders with every hard drive of my hips.
When we finally tumble onto my bed, I rip the stick from her hair, watching her bright hair spill around her onto the dark sheets before I dig my fingers into the soft curls, bringing her mouth back to mine.
With our lips and bodies wholly connected, I start moving in earnest, fucking into her the way I've craved all night, since the moment I saw her. I drive my cock inside her harder, faster, angling my hips to hit the spot that makes her scream every fucking time I bottom out.
Every time she tries to pull her mouth from mine, I drag her back, drinking down every shout, every cry, consuming every bit of her pleasure the way I crave to drink in her sweet blood.
Her nails drag down my back, the pain exquisite, drawing me closer to orgasm each time she scrambles for purchase, trying to ground herself against the overwhelming, brutal thrusts.
I've never needed to claim someone, to mark them as mine, the way I do Nat, and I don't even know her real name.
I see the kindred spirit inside her, and fucking hell, being inside her is the only heaven I ever want to have.
Every squeal, every pathetic, pretty little whimper as she tries to catch her breath, her furrowed brows and kiss-swollen and shiny lips, every part of her screams my name, begs me to keep her forever.
Continuing my rough treatment, I pull back just enough to watch her beautiful face, twisted with pleasure and red from exertion.
I hook one of her legs up over my shoulder, driving impossibly deeper.
Her screams of rapture fill my ears as the bed slams against the wall over and over.
A light coating of sweat slicks across her chest, between her tits as they bounce, the hard buds begging to be sucked and licked to bring her to ecstasy with me.
I draw one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, making her shout my name and grip my hair so roughly my scalp tingles, pulling a rough, animalistic growl from my throat.
"I'm gonna come," she shouts. "Oh, my god, oh god— oh fuck, I'm gonna come!"
Another growl rips out of me, my balls tightening and my spine tingling. I'm right there with her, ready to fall over the edge.
I let my fangs grow, just needing a tiny taste of her. I won't hurt her, won't do anything but heighten her pleasure, but if I don't taste all the blood I've sucked to the surface of her skin here, I'll go insane.
Her whole body goes tense, the silent, frozen, perfect moment before orgasm, suspended at the edge of pleasure just before tumbling into oblivion.
Just as the first wave of her orgasm hits, I sink my fangs into her skin, just a slight pinch, making her sob with pleasure, her hot blood flooding my mouth and dragging me into a growling, grunting climax with her.
As her hot cunt squeezes around me, flexing and relaxing, it pulls ribbons of cum from my body with almost violent intensity, the mixture of her taste, her sounds, and the feel of her milking me over and over, filling me with pleasure I've never experienced.
Sobs of my name spill from her lips like a prayer, her voice frayed and wild.
Every pump of my cum makes me grunt and groan, blissfully filling her body with it as I ride her into the mattress, dragging out her high and mine until we're completely sated.
Slowing my thrusts, I release her nipple, licking the last drop of blood and sealing the wound with my saliva, leaving almost no trace of the puncture wounds just above the hardened bud.
My lips sloppily find hers, parting them and slicking my tongue against hers in a sordid, sated dance.
With my fangs still distended, I drag my tongue against one, breaking the skin before sliding it against hers again.
The exchange of blood between a human and a vampire is a sacred thing. A promise. It connects us, ensures I can always find her, as she carries a piece of the magic that makes me this way, a piece of my twisted nature inside her body.
I know intrinsically that I will follow this woman anywhere, that I'll commit any atrocity if it makes her smile. It's a disgusting feeling, one I know will probably be the end of me. And we've only just met tonight. But none of that matters.
Nat, Natalie, Natalia, whatever her name is, is mine. Mine to protect, mine to encourage, to assist in murders, mine to fuck.
Pulling my softening dick from her body, I notice her frown before she schools her features, smoothing the expression from her face.
"Was I too rough?" I ask, nudging her nose with mine. I didn't think I went too hard, but maybe I lost control for a minute and hurt her. Guilt burrows into my chest at the thought that I might have harmed her.
She mindlessly chuckles, carding her fingers through my hair, "No. I just miss you already." Misses me? I'm right here. "Your dick, I mean."
I kiss her throat with a smile, "Don't worry, pet, you'll be getting it again soon enough."
And I mean it.
I still have roughly another two hours before the sun rises, and I intend to spend at least half of that inside her, seeing how many more ways I can make her scream my name as she comes all over my cock.
But for now, I'll let her rest, rolling over and pulling her into my chest, feeling her cooling skin against mine as her breaths slow into a relaxed, sated cadence.
While this wasn't at all how I thought tonight would go, it's better than anything I could have imagined.
I found the person I want to spend forever committing murders with, and isn't that what an immortal life is all about?