Page 6 of Vampire Bite

I could taste the coffee on his tongue, sucking it, playing with it. Fire exploded somewhere deep inside of me, a merging of a near-death wish with the wish to live forever in the moment. I couldn’t recognize myself in his arms, as if it wasn’t me at all. Yet, all I could do was give in.

His fingers slid my panties to the side. I could hear him groan against my lips, and it drove me wild with desire. I couldn’t stop myself. When I felt his fingers slide inside of me, all I could was moan and ride them, until I felt them deeper inside of me.

My clit grazed against his hard cock as he withdrew his fingers and grabbed me by the waist. I felt like a little feather taken over by a typhoon. He could do anything he wanted to me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.

He could sense it. His desire mirrored my own as he settled me onto his rock hard manhood. I pulled away from him, staring into his eyes. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside of me. I wanted to see the desire etched on his face, in his dark eyes that threatened to swallow me whole.

I started to rock to the sound of the rhythm only the two of us could hear. I could feel myself becoming more and more wet as I grinded against him, feeling his hands spread my ass cheeks, as his tongue dived into my mouth, demanding of me everything I had to give. And give it, I did. All of myself.

I fucked him harder with each passing moment, as his other hand grabbed my breast, squeezing it. My pebbled nipples almost tore through the thin fabric of my dress. I wanted him naked, on top of me, but I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want this to stop, so I kept going. I kept moving. I kept fucking him like I never fucked anyone before, because a part of me knew that to be true.

I moaned louder and louder, knowing that there was no one to hear us. He grabbed my hair, pulling me back, exposing my neck. A million little goosebumps ran down my back, as he pulsed inside of me, exploding. I thought he would sink his teeth into me again, as I came hard, but instead, his lips locked on top of mine, kissing me fervently, reverently, until I didn’t have a single breath left inside of me.

Chapter Four

Lucas

I had no idea when we fell asleep. We were both lost in the fire of the moment. It had consumed us completely.

I woke in the middle of the night, the darkness thick and heavy around us. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the faint sounds of her breathing beside me. She was so close I could feel the warmth radiating from her, feel the quiet rise and fall of her chest. Her face was softened in sleep, peaceful and unguarded. Something stirred deep inside me as I watched her, a pull that felt raw and undeniable, like a force I’d been resisting for far too long.

Her long, honey-blonde hair spilled on my pillow like a million tiny little stars sparkling in the night. Although her eyes were closed now, I remembered them being strikingly, almost out-of-this-world blue. Her porcelain skin was now in scratches and I yearned to tend to her, but I dared not touch her, almost as if she might disappear if I did so.

I’d heard stories, tales whispered among my kind, about souls that called to one another across time, souls that somehow fit together like two halves of the same strange, broken whole. I’d always dismissed it as romantic nonsense, the stuff of fairy tales meant for humans, not for creatures like me. But as I looked at her, that certainty I’d always clung to began to crack, unraveling thread by thread.

She’s the one.

The thought struck me with a strange, fierce clarity, and I tensed, my body rigid as I tried to shake it off. It sounded insane—no, it was insane. She was human, a mortal who belonged tothe daylight, to a world far from mine. Yet, every instinct in me screamed that she was meant to be here, with me, that she was mine.

I tried to fight it, to push down the intensity of it all, but every time I looked at her, it felt like my chest tightened, like I was drawn to her in a way I couldn’t explain, couldn’t rationalize. And fighting it… well, that felt crazier than anything else. I couldn’t deny what was right in front of me, not any longer.

A faint sigh escaped her lips, and she shifted closer in her sleep, her head almost brushing against my arm. I lay there, frozen, afraid to move, afraid to wake her, as if disturbing her would shatter whatever fragile thing had been woven between us. I’d spent so long in shadows, wrapped in secrets and darkness, but here, beside her, it felt like there was a chance for something else, something brighter.

And maybe that was what terrified me the most—the thought of finally having something real, something I couldn’t protect with walls and locks. I’d kept myself hidden from the world for so long, convincing myself it was safer that way, better for everyone involved. But now, all I wanted was to be known, to be seen, even if it meant risking everything.

She was my soulmate. It sounded absurd, and yet I couldn’t deny it. Something deep and ancient, something primal within me knew it was true. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, letting the thought settle, letting it become a part of me.

I watched as she stirred, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, and a rush of warmth flooded through me. She blinked awake, and I could see the moment realization dawned in her eyes. There it was… the flicker of memory that turned into something akin to embarrassment. My heart sank slightly at the sight. Her cheeks flushed and just like that, she was pulling away from me.

“I… I’m sorry,” she stammered, sitting up abruptly and tucking her hair behind her ears as if she could hide from what had just happened between us. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“It’s alright,” I assured her. I could feel the weight of her words as she was wrapping herself up in them, like a protective blanket. “It was a moment—a good one. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

She shook her head, her expression firming as she gathered herself. “I just want to pretend like it never happened. It was… a spur of the moment thing.” The way she spoke made my heart ache. I knew she was trying to reclaim some control, some distance, and I wanted to reach out, to tell her that it didn’t change what I felt, that it was still there, simmering just beneath the surface.

“We need to focus on what’s going on, on my case,” she continued, and I nodded, reluctant but understanding. I’d never wanted to make her uncomfortable or push her too far too fast. “I need to find out what happened to him, to the person I was looking for.”

“Of course,” I said, though part of me recoiled at the thought of setting aside what had just happened between us. “We’ll figure this out together.”

“No, no, you don’t need to help me,” she said, shaking her head. “I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“Of course you could,” I told her. “We’re…” I wanted to say connected but I changed my mind at the last minute, and instead, she chose the word for me.

“Even,” she said simply. “I helped you and you helped me. That means no one owes anyone anything.”

I frowned. “That’s one way of looking at it.”

“That’s the only way of looking at it,” she urged in a way that made it obvious there was no chance of her discussing it.

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