“I could change you. You could be immortal,” I blurt out, just needing to say it, selfishly asking for even more than I deserve.
She sighs, her hands falling off my chest, so I grab her wrists and put them back there.
“I’ve never been so afraid as I was tonight. If you were a vampire, you’d live forever with me. You’d be safer,” I try to argue.
“I need some time to think about it,” she says softly. If I were human, there’s no way I’d be able to hear her whisper.
There’s no way I can push her on this. If she became a vampire, the only reason she would be doing it is to make me happy.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
“Okay,” I whisper, taking a step forward and wrapping her in my arms.
Her heartbeat is frantic and now that she’s washed off any evidence of tonight, she smells like her again. If I changed her, I’d be taking those things away. She’d have to give up her coven, the sun, who she is, and I feel sick thinking about it.
Ember’s nails slightly dig into my shoulders as we hold one another.
“We’re safe,” she repeats and I nod, kissing her wet hair.
“Yeah, we’re safe,” I reply, wondering just how true that is. I’m not even sure if I have adrenaline as a vampire, but it feels like all the fear and worry from the night is hitting me. All I want to do is hold Ember and put today behind us.
“Warin, look at me,” she says, and I pull away from her body just enough to look down at her. “There’s no one out there trying to get us. We have time to figure out how to make this work. But I’m here. I’m right here in front of you and I’m not going anywhere.”
I cradle the back of her head and bring my lips to hers. The warmth of her mouth is addictive. The way her curves press against my body is perfection.
Ember kisses me deeply, like maybe she’s trying to convince herself that we’re safe too.
Being wrapped in her embrace is keeping me tethered to reality. The rest of the night washing away.
Ember’s fingers toy with the hair at the nape of my neck and I shiver as I grab her ass, lifting her into my arms. She doesn’t hesitate, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her against the shower wall.
She sighs into my mouth as my cock hardens between us. The scent of her arousal mixes in the shower and I yearn for the feeling of being inside of her, the way the rest of the world disappears when I’m blissfully lost inside of her cunt.
“Do you need my cock inside of you, witch?” I ask as I grip her ass and rub myself against her stomach.
“Yes, I need you,” she says, her hands tangling in my hair.
Has anyone ever needed me before? Certainly not like she does.
I easily hold her up with one hand, using the other to push myself into her warm, waiting pussy.
She gasps, her fingernails digging into my scalp.
Her breasts press against my chest as I push into her as deep as I can. It’s like the deeper inside of her I am, the more real she is.
“I’m so fucking obsessed with every part of you. This ass,” I say, squeezing the full flesh, “is perfect. These tits? Do you know how often I think about feeding from you there?”
“Do it,” she rasps out.
“After your potion,” I hiss out, shifting back and into her. Ember’s head falls back against the shower, exposing her beautiful throat. “You need it, don’t you? My fangs and cock so deep inside of you?”
“Hecate, yes. I need it,” she says, her nails digging in hard on my shoulders, making me shudder.
“I’m going to fill this pussy up so many times tonight, so much that you won’t remember a time that I wasn’t inside of you.”
“I-I. Right there, War,” she says.
A shiver passes through me as she uses my nickname as I thrust my hips at the angle she wants. I grip her ass hard, knowing there will be bruises in my wake, but when I give her my blood, they will heal.
