“No, I can’t.”
He eases off me, rolling me on my back so quickly I nearly feel dizzy. Warin straddles me, none of his weight on me as his hands tug on the tie of my robe. I swear there’s a slight tremor in his hands as he tugs the knot out, exposing my body.
There’s no time to be self conscious. Not by the way he looks at me like he just opened the best gift he’s ever received. The cool touch of his hands spanning my waist has me gasping, his thumbs rubbing my rib cage.
He leans forward, his face against my breasts as he kisses the exposed flesh.
“You win, witch. You fucking win,” he says against my skin.
I run a hand through his soft, dark blond hair and he shivers. His fingers grip the hem of my panties and I don’t stop him as he glides them down my thighs.
His eyes meet mine as his hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide. His eyebrow arches and I lick my lips.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing up my calf, his fingers indented against my thighs. “Are you going to let me taste you this way, Ember?”
I lick my lips, watching as he kisses further up my thigh, his fangs dragging along my skin. He smirks as he licks my skin, his tongue just barely reaching my lips.
“I can’t tell what part turns you on more, the idea of me devouring your sweet little cunt, or sinking my fangs into your thigh?”
“Both. Definitely both,” I reply.
“I already took too much from you today. You’ll just have to come from my tongue alone,” he says, no longer toying with me as his mouth is on me.
One of his hands holds my thigh wide, while the other slides up my chest, tugging on the cup of my bra and freeing my breast. He moans against my pussy as my back arches off the bed.
His tongue is inhuman with its speed and strength, outdoing any battery-operated device I’ve ever come across.
“Oh fuck,” I moan out, gripping on to his hair, holding him against me. He likes it when I pull on his hair. He rewards me by eating me out with more rigor.
I don’t know how to explain what it feels like to have him so solely focused on me, on making me feel good.
His hand moves from my thigh, his lips momentarily leaving my body as he slides his fingers around my wetness before slipping them inside of me. I gasp at the cool feel and pressure as his mouth joins his fingers.
“Right there, Warin, right there,” I urge him.
He doesn’t disappoint, keeping the same movement of his fingers and tongue. I’m not gentle with my grip on his hair as my back arches off the bed and my orgasm rips through me. It’s a moment of pure bliss, like none of my problems exist. The only thing in the world right now is me and Warin.
This blissful little bubble of pleasure I never want to pop.
He licks me one more time and I shiver as he moves and kisses his way up my body. Pulling the other cup of my bra down, both of my breasts pushed up against the fabric.
“These fucking tits.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, only the slightest bit of fang dragging along the skin. “One day, I’ll feed from here while I fuck you,” he promises.
I’m still panting and getting myself together from my release, letting him have his fun sucking, licking, and kissing my chest. When I’ve finally caught my breath, I’m wiggling under his touch, gripping his shirt, and tugging him toward me.
His lips meet mine without hesitation, the taste of myself stark on his tongue.
Warin is gripping my chin as we kiss and all I can think is that he needs his clothes off now. I need him desperately. I’ve never wanted anything more. Maybe it’s because we shared blood, maybe it’s fate, maybe I’m an idiot for not giving a single fuck.
The hopeless romantic in me just knows that he’s mine, that this can’t be wrong. Even if no one ever truly understands this connection between us, I do. There’s this physical tug between us and I need him to take away the ache.
“Your clothes,” I get out between kisses.
He’s off me in a blink of an eye. I can’t help the needy whimper that falls out of my mouth. He’s so quick that I don’t even see him undress.
Warin Auclair is just easily naked in front of me, looking like an absolute dream. His body is toned in a way that I can tell he did hard labor when he was a human, but nowhere near a body builder. The veins on his skin stand out against his skin, and his cock stands at attention.
He strokes himself, eyes not leaving mine.
