Page 46 of Blood Lust

She clutches me to her, crying out, unable to speak. She doesn’t need to. Her mind is wide open to me. I feel her love and her devotion to me. She feels safe and cared for. That is all I’ve ever wanted for her. I can sense what brings her pleasure, which movements are just right. I sink my teeth into her neck, pulling her blood into me even as I fill her with myself. Almost simultaneously, I feel her do the same to my shoulder.

God, it feels good.

Wren’s entire soul meets mine. I am everywhere inside of her. Her mind, her body, and her spirit. I can feel her within me, meeting me with passion and trust. She takes me into her, tasting me, enjoying me while I fill her thirst and cunt with my essence.

I slide in and out easily, allowing me to go as deep as I can within her. Filling her as the tip of my cock teases her womb. I stretch her, her muscles tightening on me as she takes in my entire length. Her cries are growing. She is nearing her peak again. I increase my pace, being sure to thrust just as deep and far, and she releases my shoulder. I pull back to look at her. My blood coats her lips, and she is beautiful. Harder now, oh yes, much harder. I can feel her tensing around me, and her hips rock back against mine. Closer…closer.

Her orgasm breaks over her, causing her muscles to pulse around me. The sensation is too much to bear. With a twitch and a final groaning thrust, I release myself inside her. Hot ropes of cum shoot deep inside Wren at her core. Feeling her tight walls pulling, tugging at my release to make it all her own.

I rest my head on her chest, leaving gentle kisses on her sternum as we bask in the afterglow. Neither one of us says anything. Neither of us has to. I have to practically force myself to leave her warmth. I lay on the ground beside her, holding her, kissing her, whispering my love for her. I let myself use our bond to get a better look into her feelings, searching everywhere I can for even a hint of sorrow, and I find none.

Bond acknowledged by us both, followed by our consummation. We have sealed it. Wren has accepted me, and I have long since taken her as mine. Only the unlikely event of our deaths can separate us now.

Morning moves on, and we laze in the sunshine, exhausted, but there’s nowhere I’d rather be than beside her. Wren is lying on her stomach, enjoying her shadow and periodically smiling at the sky. I realize I don’t know much about my beloved, since she hadn’t known much about herself. Something I intend to rectify as soon as possible, though I am following her lead.

How jarring it must be to have nothing but the here and now in your head and suddenly be gifted back years of memories. Even more so to prepare for death, only to find out the one thing you thought could steal your life is something you could enjoy. Something you miss from your human life. I am mesmerized by her grace. The way her body curves, the way her mind works. The depths of her emotions are boundless.

For now, I settle myself with tracing her freckles, finding matches to the constellations, imagery, the odd letter or two. I want to kiss each and every one from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Now there’s an idea.

“What other preconceived, mainstream media bullshit about vampires is wrong?” Her question reminds me there is much about her new life that she doesn’t know or understand. I have been so enamored with her that I never thought to offer. And she has been so focused on getting her memories back that she never asked.

I chuckle and run a finger down her back, enjoying how it makes her shiver. “Most of it is wrong. You already know about reflections and the sun. You just learned that we don’t need an invitation to enter homes. Oh, crosses and holy symbols are just decoration.” She frowns as she ponders this information over in her head.

“Garlic?”

“Is delicious.”

“So we can eat?”

“In a manner of speaking. It doesn’t digest, so you need to make it come back up if you do. Great for fitting in, not so great as a regular practice.” She grimaces at the thought, and I laugh softly.

“What about drinking?”

“Liquids are fine. They process through like blood, but it takes a lot more alcohol to get a vampire drunk.” Is she trying to stump me? Or find something to cling to that the stories got right.

“Traveling over moving water?”

“Many of us enjoy boating.” Wren nods, taking a moment to think of her next one. Rolling over onto her back, she let the sun kiss the skin of her perfect breasts. I join the light in this venture. I love the way her skin pebbles as my lips whisper against her.

“Wooden stake to the heart?”

“Is like shooting a rhino with a pistol. It just pisses us off.” I growl and playfully nip at her stomach. Laughter fills the air. She likes that one. I let my head stay there, enjoying the feel of her fingers against my scalp as she runs them through my hair. She seems to be far away. I don’t want to pry. The bond isn’t supposed to be used to spy. It is just meant to give us a better understanding of our partners. We lay in silence for a few minutes.

“Can we die?”

I stare at her features. They seem serene, uncaring, like this is just an average question, like I hadn’t found her on the brink of self-destruction a mere hour before. “Yes.” My voice is flat, volunteering no further information.

She looks down at me and takes in my expression. “It’s genuine curiosity, my love. I promise you, I don’t want to cut eternity short.” Sighing, she strokes the planes of my face, running her fingers along my brow and my cheekbones. When she runs her fingers across my lips, I kiss them.

“I was panicking and not thinking straight about the whole thing.” Her voice is soft, like a whisper on the breeze. But I can hear her perfectly. “I’ve always been a rather emotional person, and I tend to go to one extreme or the other,” she confesses, her fingers tracing my jaw now where she had struck me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you.”

I am surprised she feels it necessary to apologize. It wasn’t like it physically hurt me. “I know that you had a lot drop on you at once. Your memory, the accident, discovering the mate bond, and then learning I had led you on about the sun being destructive. You are a new vampire, which sometimes makes your feelings a little harder to control. I forgive you wholeheartedly, and do not punish yourself for it.”

“Please don’t excuse what I did.”

“But-”

“But, nothing.” The irritation in her voice is impossible to miss. “People don’t hit their partners.”

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