Page 31 of Vampire Bite

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he murmured, lowering his head to mine, as he kept thrusting deeper and deeper each time.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, locking my legs around him, keeping him close. I never wanted this feeling to end. My aching flesh begged for release, and I had to tell him how good he felt inside of me.

“More, more…” I moaned again and again, and my words only spurred him on even more.

I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his back, but neither of us noticed it as he kept thrusting inside of me. His eyes burned with sheer delight, as fire consumed my entire body.

I felt him move in slow, tantalizing, shallow thrusts and instead of pacifying me, it only intensified the fire. With his next deep thrust, his lips crashed against mine, and I could feel it coming… bigger, harder, more fierce.

I closed my eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over me completely.

“Look at me,” he ordered in a whisper, and I immediately opened my eyes.

I could see everything in his. My name fell from his lips like a prayer.

“Annika…” he groaned, his entire body tightening, and without even knowing, we finished together, reaching the peak as his hips snapped against mine again and again, slower and deeper each time.

Upon the last thrust, he kissed me deeply, as if he wanted to share the thrill of the heat. My vision became hazy. I couldn’t tell if I had closed my eyes, unable to open them again, or was it the fog around us, trying to conceal us from any dangerous or prying eyes.

We lay there, wrapped up in each other, in silence for what felt like hours. His warmth pressed against me, his breath steady, and the rhythm of it somehow lulled me into a quiet place, a space where I didn’t have to think about everything that was going on. For a moment, it was just us, and I could almost forget about the mess I was in, the world outside, the war that was pulling everyone under.

But then, like a wave crashing in, my thoughts returned to my life back home. My mother. Everything I’d left behind. Ihadn’t thought about her much lately—too busy, too distracted—but now, with everything happening around me, I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

What if I stayed here? What if I stayed with him and kept fighting with the rebels, helped them take down the shifters, and stopped running from whatever future this could be? For a moment, the idea was tempting, maybe even…right. Maybe I could find some peace here, with him. Maybe we could find a way to make this all work.

But then I remembered my mother—her frailty, the way her hands had trembled when I last saw her. I couldn’t leave her alone. She needed me. No matter how much I wanted to stay, no matter how much this place and Lucas had started to feel like home, my responsibility was to her.

And the case. The one I was supposed to be working on. I’d been so caught up in everything here that I’d neglected it completely. I had to go back, to finish what I’d started. I couldn’t let that go either.

The weight of it all pressed on me, and for a moment, I felt small, trapped between two worlds I didn’t know how to balance. I couldn’t let myself get swept up in the fantasy of what could be here. I had responsibilities. I had a life I needed to return to, no matter how much I wished things were different.

He broke the silence, his voice low and full of concern. “Are you alright?” he asked, his fingers gently brushing the strands of hair away from my face.

I nodded, forcing a small smile even though everything inside me felt tangled.

“Just thinking about everything,” I replied quietly, unsure how to explain the swirl of emotions inside me. My mind was a mess, torn between what felt right and what I knew had to be done.

His voice was softer when he asked the following question. “Do you regret what happened between us?”

The question caught me off guard, and I felt my chest tighten. No, I didn’t regret it. Not for a second. What we shared felt real, even if it was brief. But at the same time, I knew that it couldn’t be anything more than a fleeting moment, a dream that wouldn’t last.

I shook my head, trying to steady my thoughts. “No, I don’t regret it,” I told him, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s nothing serious.” I paused, searching his face for any sign of understanding. “We come from two different worlds, Lucas. Maybe if things were not as they are, we could… But things are as they are.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at me, his eyes intense, as if he was trying to figure me out. Then he spoke, his words almost hesitant, like he was testing the waters.

“What if we could make them different?” His voice was soft but full of hope, and that hope twisted something deep inside of me. I wanted to believe it, wanted to say yes, but the reality of everything weighed too heavily on me.

I could hear the footsteps before I even registered the shift in atmosphere between us. My heart skipped a beat, my thoughts scrambling as I quickly triedto pull myself together. I couldn’t let anyone see the vulnerability that had just passed between Lucas and me. We were back to the reality we both knew we couldn’t escape.

Lucas was already on his feet, gathering his clothes with a speed that mirrored mine. My hands were shaky as I hurriedly tried to smooth out my hair and adjust my clothes. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken words still hanging in the air like a lingering fog.

And then, almost as if the universe had conspired against us, the footsteps grew louder. I held my breath, hoping to buyjust a few more seconds of privacy, but it was no use. The door creaked open, and Lena stepped in, her eyes flicking between us.

“Good, you’re both awake,” she said, her tone sharp, though not unkind. She crossed her arms, eyeing us both before speaking again. “Time to discuss the latest plan. We need everyone in the meeting room.”

I nodded, trying to regain my composure, feeling the weight of the situation come crashing back down on me. The moment I’d shared with Lucas suddenly felt like a lifetime ago, and I was left grappling with the harsh reality of what we were all up against.

“Got it,” I said, my voice steady, though inside, my heart was still racing. I looked at Lucas, meeting his eyes for a brief second. There was something unspoken there, but we both knew now wasn’t the time.

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