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“Then why did you stop?” I stare up at his eyes. I’m not sure what’s happening to them, but rather than the brown they almost appear light amber. Looks like I’ve caught him off guard.

“I-I, um…” I lean myself up and brace myself by wrapping my arms around his neck, taking his lips gently in mine and pulling him back down toward me. My arms unwrap from around his neck and trail down his chest, his hard, solid chest. He lets his weight down on me and even though I feel trapped, I’m enjoying every moment that he takes with parts of my body. He breaks the kiss once more to lean down further and kiss my neck. Even though I told him he could, I have no fear of him biting me. If the movement beneath his tracksuit pants are any indication, then my blood is the last thing on his mind right now. It doesn’t stop him from sucking hard on my neck, forcing me to release a moan. He takes a hand and begins to slide it up my top when I hear him whisper, “You tell me when you want me to stop.” If he keeps sending goosebumps like these up my skin, I’m never going to ask him to stop. Moans escape from my throat as he caresses my skin with his lips. My fingernails dig into his forearms and he releases a short hiss, but he is absolutely enjoying it. As his hands pull up my shirt, he lifts me up gently to remove it, and tosses it somewhere in the distance. I’m unfortunately reminded I don’t have the worlds nicest bra on, but his lips return to the skin on my chest with little care as to what I’m wearing. As his mouth moves over my chest, his tongue dances around my left breast, but is hindered by my bra. Oliver’s hand finds its way up my back to unclip the bra behind me and pulls it slowly from my arms. It’s not that I didn’t expect to do this with someone eventually, but I feel so embarrassed. What if I don’t look – I don’t have a chance to think about how I look as he takes a nipple in his mouth and starts to play with it using his tongue. Oh god, I had no idea they were that sensitive! I arch up into him without meaning to and let out a yearning gasp as he nips me a little bit. He starts to move further down, using his hands to unzip my jeans. I’m glad I’m wearing the baggy ripped ones, because skinny jeans would make this far more awkward than it already is. Regardless, I still help him by pulling them down off me and he tosses them away, but I feel more air down there than I expected. I inhale sharply – my underwear already came off with the jeans! He leans back down to kiss my stomach and I buck into him. Am I ticklish?

I hear him chuckle as he moves around my waist, planting kisses that make me jump. “You’re doing that on purpose!” I exclaim, though mindful to still keep my voice down.

“Of course I am.” He looks up at me and grins. I can feel my cheeks flush as he looks up at me, lying there between my legs. “Alright, I’ll stop.” I could just die happy right here from the look in his eyes. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and lays them over his back. This isn’t something I’ve done before – but my body reacts almost violently as he moves his fingers over my clit, pinching lighting between his fingers. I don’t know if I can stop my body from arching but I absolutely don’t want him to stop. I want more. I moan as he continues to play, but when his face disappears from my sight, I feel something wet, hot and thick down there and it makes me yell out. He grabs onto my thighs as he repeats his tongue trick, attempting to stop me from moving too much. The pleasure is intense, but it doesn’t last long. He leans back up and crawls back on top of me. Without words I start to tug down on his pants, and he helps me to remove them before grabbing my waist and turning me over on top of him sitting on his thighs. The hint of playfulness in his eyes, I just hope he doesn’t pick up how new I am to all of this.

I give him a wide smile and lean up to kiss his lips. This time, a moan escapes him. I keep my right hand on his shoulder to keep him down while I move my left hand down his chest, stomach and slowly I wrap my fingers around his thick, hard, and surprisingly lengthy dick. And here I thought porn sites lied to people. Another moan escapes him and I can’t help but smile a little. He closes his eyes as I kiss his neck and stroke him gently. I can’t be too rough, I think? His breathing is heavy, but I want to let him know that I’m okay with whatever he needs right now. So at the bottom of his neck before it becomes part of his collar bone I plant a light bite on him and he reacts by gripping my waist. I guess he liked that. I’m stroking him a lot harder than I was before, but this isn’t enough for me anymore. It’s not enough to tease him, kiss him, not even to bite him. The pain between my thighs is becoming intense and relentless. His expression changes as he notices I’ve stopped.

“Amelia?” He asks. I lean forward to plant a sweet kiss on his lips as I take his dick and sit up a bit, putting it towards my entrance. His hands move down my hips, gripping onto the sides. As I lower down onto him, the wetness only providing some ease, a light pain hits my body. I let out a short whimper as I go down on him completely. Oliver does his best to distract me with a deep kiss. The pain subsides marginally, and I start to move a little, adjusting to his size. It’s unexpected, but I can feel his tip hitting the furthest wall inside me and it feels fantastic. He uses his hands to aid me in moving up and down. I sit up, placing my palms on his chest and I can feel him thrust inside me, starting to move faster. But it’s not enough. He groans, using his arms to bring me closer to him so that he can flip me onto my back and lifts my left leg partly around his hip. He uses his other arm to prop himself up as he begins to pound into me…hard. I want to scream. I mean I knew he was strong, but I didn’t think he was going to try and break me. The bed shakes, and I move my arms over his shoulders to grip onto them. Repeatedly this overwhelming feeling creeps over my body, and a feeling of pleasure was getting closer and closer together. He picks up speed and groans with almost every other thrust. That’s when I feel a climax so close, my body thrusts upwards as I exhale a loud moan. Oliver doesn’t stop though, and the sensitivity pushes me beyond a limit I didn’t know I had. He groans one last time as I feel him slow, and his dick is throbbing. He falls a little on top of me, his head resting gently on my breasts. I brush my fingers through his hair gently as we both attempt to catch our breathing.

He gets off me and crashes beside me. As I attempt to close my legs I feel intense pain coursing through them, but I don’t want to let Oliver think he’s hurt me. After all the passion and the heat, I’m starting to feel cold, but mostly exhausted. He must be thinking the same. He leans over me and pulls a blanket over both of us. He pulls me into him and holds me.

Neither of us speak, but I do wonder what he’s thinking. “What are you thinking?” Bastard got me first. I swallow hard, I don’t even know what to say.

“I’m thinking it’s hard to think right now. I wasn’t expecting that if I’m being honest.”

“Did I hurt you?” He asks me, solemn in his question.

“I don’t think any more than any other guy would have.” He jolts a little as I say that.

“So you were a-”

“Yeah.”

“Thought I smelt blood.” I lift my head back a little to look at him and he shoots me a cheeky grin, “Sorry.” I exhale, I’m not even a little afraid.

“Speaking of…aren’t you still…?”

“Hungry? Yeah, kind of. But fishy blood does have an unusual impact. At the moment, it’s easy to resist. Tomorrow when I feel better, perhaps not too much.”

“So, you did this because you could?”

“It’s not the reason why, but it was convenient timing.”

“What was the reason?”

“Because you are…completely intoxicating. I want to touch every part of you, know every part of you. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. I’m enticed, fuck it, I’m enchanted. Do you have any idea how hard it was to resist when we kissed before? But I can’t trust myself not to hurt you.”

“So what’s going to happen tomorrow?” His expression darkens.

“I guess, go back to practicing. I’m hoping like crazy this…experience has helped.” I smirk a little at that.

“What is it you’re trying to avoid? Just biting me? I’m not that afraid anymore, I’m sure I can handle it.”

“There’s a reason I don’t bite anyone. I don’t have much capability to stop. If something happened to you because I couldn’t control myself…I’d die.” Does he really think that much of me already? Is that a vampire thing? How do I feel about him…Oliver, aside from one singular flaw, he's absolutely amazing.

“You know, since you’re okay right now and not feeling too…hungry, any chance that vampires have really good stamina?” He grins wickedly and captures my lips in a kiss, rolling back on top of me.

I know I shouldn’t get used to this, but I’ll do whatever I need to get us back to this again.

Chapter eighteen

A New Friend

Ilie in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The digital clock on my nightstand reads 2:00 AM, its neon glow the only light in the room. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts about Oliver. I'm hopeful yet fearful about our relationship. The idea that he might have been drawn to me only because his vampiric urges were temporarily at bay haunts me. What if his vampirism returns in full force? Would we still be able to share those passionate moments, or would everything change?

Unable to find peace, I slip out of bed, deciding to wander the halls of the old mansion. As I tiptoe through the corridors, the creaks of the ancient floorboards seem loud in the stillness of the night. The walls are adorned with portraits and tapestries that speak of a bygone era. The house feels alive with history, its secrets embedded in every nook and cranny.

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