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Now I have a dilemma on my hands. I can fall back into my role as the executive, or I find Vincent, punish him, and force him to work under my scrutiny. But he’s crossed the line. Leanna and Gerrard held Ben captive due to his actions, all so they could get my attention. Vincent has to go, one way or another.
I walk into the apartment as quiet as I can possibly be. It’s nearing sunrise and Elizabeth sleeps on the couch. I pour myself a whiskey, and take up position in the chair next to the couch, to watch the only good thing to happen in this last twenty-four hours. But clearly I wasn’t quiet enough, now she’s fluttering open her eyes, squirming.
“Adrien,” she moans. “Adrien!” She jumps off the couch in a panic, stunned to see me. Her hair is all knotty and her clothing is creased, but still she’s so easy on my eyes. “Oh god.” She drops down onto my lap, and begins to kiss my face erratically.
“I’m good,” I say, smiling against her lips.
She draws back. “What happened, did you find Ben, is he okay, are you okay, is everything fine now?” she waffles.
“Ben is fine. Everything is.” I can’t stand seeing her hair in her eyes, so I sweep it aside, keeping my palm against her cheek. “I’m so sorry Elizabeth. Maybe you are right, we should get out of this city, and go and live in the wilderness.” She stares at me then her view falls. She’s biting her lip, like something is on her mind. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’ve just been so worried.”
“Well I’m back.” I kiss her twice, soft on the lips. “And for at least the next forty-eight hours, I’m staying right here.”
A sweet smile creases up her lips. “Forty-eight hours.”
“Yes.” I tighten my grip around her waist, threading my arm beneath her legs. “So, take a shower with me.”
***
I HANG BACK BY THE sinks, watching the water cascading down her backbone, over her buttocks and thighs. She’s waiting for me, but for a few more seconds, I’m going to watch. She slightly angles so the outline of her breast and hard nipple torment me. She pulls her wet hair over her shoulder as the profile of her face shies away. She hasn’t looked at me once. But she doesn’t need to tell me she wants me inside her. I can hear what she needs from her forceful pulse, and see it in the way she fluctuates her hot wet body.
I prowl to her, coming to stand right at her back. Steam floats up between our naked flesh, until I create a barrier, pressing my wet body against her back. She purrs, rolling her neck as my hands slowly caress her waist, and down over her hips. Her breathing becomes shallow as my mouth and tongue tease the skin below her ear, but I have to stop. My lips are suddenly drawn to the vein throbbing in her neck. It’s so prominent, beating deeper than her heart. My cock wants to be inside her, but there’s an aggressive desire, a hunger for more. All of her.
I close my eyes and bite down, pressing my nose into her shoulder.
“I love you,” she whispers.
My eyes are triggered open by her innocent declaration. I turn her around in my arms, and push her back against the tiles, out of the waters path. Those were the sweetest pacifying words she could have said, at the right time.
I run my hand up over her breast, feeling her hard nipple against the palm of my hand. Gazing down as she pants for me, I slip my cock up hard inside her. Her wet body slides and chafes against me. Her thighs are locked around my waist. And the feel of her slick hot skin under my tense fingers, makes fucking her right here right now, sublime.
“Hmm.” She breathes into my neck, then my ear, in rhythm with my movements.
“You... you...” I work my pelvis higher, pressing hard against her clit, pausing for a few seconds because I know how she loves the deep feeling there. It makes her tighten around me. “You save me every time.”
She whimpers and I sense the aching throb, as her walls embrace around my cock. Her head is against mine as I slowdown, screwing her hard, deep, gyrating my tender length to feel everything inside her body. She’s coming the long way. It starts with her legs squeezing my body firmer as her toes curl. Her lips pout, and she’s biting her cheek. She looks at me for a second, commanding me like a goddess would command a servant, and I become a slave to her every desire. She’s the most powerful, the most remarkable lover, and she doesn’t even realise it.
She sighs, moving and clenching her ass with me, her breathing growing more ferocious and deep.
She tilts her head high, and my eyes once more land on her neck. I’m driven suddenly to fuck her even more vigorously. I want to taste her. I fucking need to taste her.
She comes, calling out my name impatiently. But the sound of her blood fizzing round her body and her forceful pulse, becomes a sudden cock block. It’s her blood that’s turning me on more than the act.
I close my eyes as her fingertips scour and grip at my hair, and she pushes her forehead down on mine. I know my senses are all-consumed. My fangs are cutting through my gums, and my eyes are burning with the black of my vampire. I can smell everything, her come saturating my cock, her blood, her flesh, just like the night I first met her. But then, I never needed to drink her, she was just like the finest perfume to me.
“I want... God. I want to taste you again,” I admit in pain.
“Do it!” She sounds so fucking demanding.
I buff her up the wet tiles, and see her commanding eyes giving me permission. But now she’s demanding it of me, I can’t. The love I feel as I gaze up at her has returned. I grin and growl, as fucking her becomes the most important thing in the world again.
I shut my eyes, hiding my urges, desperately thrusting the thirst away. She leans, setting her lips against my neck, and bites me so hard. As she comes again, fantasising about how I would taste, I instantly become free. One. Two. Three. That’s it.
“Fuck!” Warm semen erupts from my throbbing cock, as I force myself up into her as far as I can go.
My eyes are closed and my body is weakened. I’ve not felt this way since I was a man, but yet my vampire is still dominating me. I’m emotionally charged.
I hum and breathe deeply, feeling her fingers gently stroking my hair. My fangs refuse to retract, and I’m trying not to show her. This has never happened to me before when making love, and I’m ashamed.
“Adrien.” She takes my face in her hands, and forces my vampire to gaze up at her.
She has no fear seeing me this way. Her fingers caress the side of my face, over my bulging jaw and fangs. She’s staring at me like she understands this side of me now. She accepts it, and she also desires it. She sets her lips softly against mine, and I feel tamed.
“I love all of you,” she says tenderly. “But you need to tell me when you’re in pain.”
“I’m always in pain. Love is painful sometimes. But know I will never hurt you,” I’m begging for her understanding.
She kisses me again then draws back. “I know.”
I rest my forehead into the crevice of her warm damp neck. I still feel ashamed, even though she consents to my darker side.