Page 58 of Risking Immortality

“Sometimes, but rarely. There have been occasions in the past when a human has gone on a hunting spree. Less so nowadays, but it can still happen.”

“I can see why you were so wary of us humans.”

“But, like you said, you’re not all the same.”

“I know, tonight isn’t the time, but are you nervous about traveling to Ireland?”

“A little, but that’s only because I don’t want to get everyone’s hopes up. Mohan was relatively sure he’s found the right vampire, but until we get there, we won’t know.”

“I have a good feeling about it.”

Standing from the vanity, I stalk towards her. “I can think of something else that would feel pretty amazing.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Mmmm, now stand up. That dress needs to come off.”

Standing, Erin turns her back. I bend forward, planting kisses on her shoulder as I slowly lower the zipper. “You are gorgeous,” I whisper. Letting go, the dress falls to the floor, as does my jaw. No bra, and that garter belt and suspenders. Erin is my wildest fantasy come to life.

My hands move on their own to her back. I just have to feel her skin. My nipples are hard. I want her to know what she does to me, so I step in close, allowing my breasts to rub against her.

Erin snakes her hand behind to grab my butt. “You have too many clothes on now.”

Remedying that is easy. I flick the straps of my jumpsuit off my shoulders and lower the side zip. The garment pools at my feet. My body is buzzing with need. “Turn around.”

Erin turns, her eyes never leaving mine. “Tonight, we hold nothing back,” she breathes. I nod, reaching down to scoop her up. Erin wraps her legs around me. Moving slowly, I turn us and lower Erin to the bed with me snuggled between her legs.

“Just you and me,” I say, almost to myself. I need a reminder that she is mine. It’s just us, together. When Erin told me she loved me this evening, I felt something blossom in my chest. I didn’t tell Erin, but I felt it.

Tonight we aren’t fucking. Our movements are languid. Our kisses are soft but passionate. I feel Erin everywhere. That sense I developed when we mated is heightened. It’s like I can pinpoint her very essence as our bodies connect.

“Inside me, Amelia,” Erin gasps. We’ve been rocking gently together, building the friction. My hands work deftly to unclip the stockings from her belt. Our mouths continue to explore each other. With a gentle tug, I slide Erin’s thong down her thighs and off her legs. I’d forgone any underwear this evening, so now we are both naked and already sweating.

As Erin glides her hand down my back, a trail of pleasure follows. Making a little room, I bring my hand to her folds. Gently and slowly I circle Erin’s clit. The hand Erin trailed down my back slips between my legs. Our combined groans amp up the pleasure.

Not wanting to tease, I slide two fingers in. Erin is so hot and wet that I have to slow my breathing to stop myself from getting overly excited. “Oh Amelia, oh yes.”

“I want you inside me too,” I pant.

Wasting no time, Erin slips inside me. As our rhythm synchronizes, and our breaths become more labored, I relish in the orgasm building in my core. When we come this time, I want to be looking Erin in the eyes; I want her to see all the love I hold for her. Damn bonding, damn everything. All that matters is us, here and now.

“Erin, oh yes, I’m going to come.”

“Come, my love, come on me.” Holy hell, she’s the sexiest thing alive. I pump harder and deeper into her. Our foreheads are together and our lips brush. And then it happens.

“Oh, oh yes, Erin, oh God, I love… you!” My voice disappears. Everything disappears. From the immeasurable pleasure comes a wave of tranquility. My mind falls silent, my body weightless. I’m blinded by a kaleidoscope of gold and blue. If I could describe it any other way, I would say I’m experiencing an out-of-body miracle.

“Amelia,” my name sounds so far away. It echoes in my ears. This feeling is so potent I don’t want it to fade. “Amelia.” There it is again, Erin’s soft voice calling me back to her.

“Erin,” I call. The world is coming back into focus. I feel her warm body against mine, but she’s shaking violently. The bedroom snaps into view. Erin is staring up at me, her eyes wide. I’m still fingering her slowly. I slow and attempt to remove my hand, but Erin stops me. She holds me in place as her back arches. Those sapphire blues roll into her head.

My euphoria is turning into a nightmare. Erin is still shaking. Her grip is tight on my body. I need to stop; I need to bring her back. Oh God, is she seizing? “Erin, love,” I shout. Prying her hand off my wrist, I take my fingers from inside.

What should I do? Surrounding her body with my own, I whisper repeatedly in her ear how much I love her. Finally, I feel her back relax. Hovering above, I scan her face desperately. “Erin,” I choke. Burying my head in her neck, I’m unable to stop the tears from falling. What have I done?

“Amelia.” Erin’s voice is haunting me. “Baby.” No wait, she’s talking, it’s her actual voice. My head snaps up to find her looking at me, a smile on her face.

“Erin, love, are you okay?”

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