I haven’t slept with anyone—I mean, gone tosleepwith anyone—since I lost Robert.
There’s never been someone I trusted enough or felt even remotely like sharing my bed with in such an intimate way.
Sex with someone? Sure.
Spank them? Eat their pussy? Tie them up? Feed from them?
Yeah.
Curl up next to them when I’m forced to succumb to the sun’s powers every day and allow them to hold me?
To see me at my weakest?
To make myself vulnerable to them?
My sweet Robert was the last. It doesn’t matter that I could have easily compelled anyone else to behave themselves while I slept. I never had to compel my sweet boy to love me or to hold my secrets and carefully tend my trust.
Never.
I don’t want a partner forced to comply.
I want one I know does it out of pure desire, of love.
God, my life’s pathetic, when I look back on it.
I peel Eilidh’s top off over her head, and then we’re racing to finish stripping. She’s gorgeous, her beautiful, rounded curves no longer hidden from my hungry gaze. I’m tempted to cup her breasts and run my tongue over her dusky, pebbled nipples, but first I want as much of her flesh pressed against mine as I can feel.
Her warmth.
My mouth crashes over hers again, hunger rolling through me. Thirst.
Not for blood, or wine, or water, but forher.
I’mstarvingfor the way her hands stroke my body, the way her curves fit against me, the way my cold, still heart struggles to beat in time with hers.
I’m famished, and she’s my endless, bountiful feast.
When her fingers close around my cock, I moan into her mouth, practically a roar, making her flinch.
I cup her ass with my other hand and pull her body tight against mine. “Anytime I’m too much for you,” I rumble against her lips, “anytime you need me to stop or slow down, whether it’s in play, or in bed, or even in a deep conversation about us, you tell meredoryellow.”
Her eyes are hooded, pupils large, lips sweetly swollen and red already from our kisses. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”
“Then you tell megreen, baby.”
Her fingers tighten around my cock and she slowly slides her hand down my shaft, easing my foreskin away from the head and making me growl. I draw my head back just enough I can look down at her. “Are you teasing me, baby?”
She bites her lower lip again, slowly shakes her head, and I nearly explode in her hand. Her flesh practically scorches me as a flood of memories wash in and threaten to take my knees out.
I’ve never had this reaction to any other since losing my Robert.Ever. This visceral, primalneedthat can only be satiated by her body being wrapped around mine.
After Robert and before Eilidh, humans were mostly all the same to me. A means to an end. Even with sex. While I usually could get off, mostly I had sex with them to keep from feeling guilty about feeding on them.
No reason for both of us to be miserable.
Although, lately, it’s been far easier to buy blood than to go looking for it fresh from the source. Even with my powers, I haven’t wanted to be bothered going through the motions and expending the energy. It’s just…too much work.
Yes, even with my powers. I could barely force myself to go in search of someone appropriate. Someone I knew I could make myself perform with.
