Page 60 of Vampire Bite

Then, with my eyes still closed, I felt his fingers inside of me.

“Oooh…” I moaned, unable to hold the sound of my pleasure to myself. I wanted him to see, to know, to be fully aware of what he was doing to me.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair, keeping him in place. I didn’t want him to stop. Not now, not ever. I wanted this feeling always, I wanted to be awash in senses.

As I kept moaning loudly, it happened. I knew it would. I had been trembling all this time, just waiting for him to push me into the abyss of delight. Finally, it happened.

His fingers in combination with his slippery tongue did the trick. And they did it so easily. I tensed up, feeling the pulsations of my insides, only to relax and unclench. But then, another wave hit, and I tensed up again, completely losing myself in this feeling.

When I looked down at him, his lips were covered in my juices, glistening in the dark which was illuminated only by a few oil lamps scattered about the room. He looked more handsome than any man I had ever seen or would ever see. All that was mebelonged to him. I knew that now. I knew it before, but I was too afraid to admit it. Not anymore.

I pulled him by the jacket collar up on top of myself. I kissed him desperately, as if our lives depended on it, tasting myself on his lips. He was smiling through our kiss, releasing himself from the confines of his clothes, which were lying on the floor a moment later.

I slid my hand downward, wanting to feel him.

“Oh, my God…” I moaned again, feeling his cock in my hand, his tip seeping with sheer need. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, and that thought made me wilder than ever before.

“Take me,” I urged, not wanting to wait a moment longer to be his.

He didn’t need to be told twice. With his forehead tipped against mine, his hips bucked against me, taking me in one full, unforgiving thrust.

“Oooh…” I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip.

Then, I felt his tongue on my lips.

“Open your beautiful eyes, Annika,” he whispered. “I want to look at you…”

I did as he told me, feeling his size stretch me beyond the confines of pleasure as I knew it until that moment. He had opened whole new horizons of delight, and I just couldn’t get enough of this delicious man who was now mine… all mine.

I dug my nails into his back, the animal in me wanting to mark him as my own to anyone who would dare and try to take him from me. His hips kept bucking against me, thrusting deeper and deeper, fucking me mindlessly, until I could barely breathe.

Higher and higher, that delectable sensation refused to let go of me, not until I was completely done.

His body tightened, spilling his seed deep inside of me, and only then did my body allow my orgasm, following his.

His lips crashed against mine. His breath was my own, and mine was his. We were one, just as it should be, just as it would always be.

It took us both a few moments to calm down. Then, he smiled in a way that I knew I would never be able to live without.

He slowly slid to the side of the couch, still keeping me close, keeping his arm locked around me, as if he never intended to let me go. That was good, because I had no intention of leaving him. Whatever life had in store for us, we would face it together.

I listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing, when he softly whispered. “I love you, Annika… I’ve loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you, when you saved me in that dirty alley. I knew then that you were my soul mate.”

I lifted my lips to meet his in a tender kiss.

“I love you, too, Lucas,” I whispered back at him, meaning every single word of it. “Before you, I don’t think I believed in soul mates. Perhaps I never even thought about it. But you’ve shown me that soul mates do exist. I am yours…”

“And you are mine,” he finished my sentence.

I had no idea when we fell asleep. All I knew was that I would wake up into another dream, a dream of love that had become my reality.

Chapter Thirty

Lucas

The house was smaller than I’d imagined, its white paint peeling in places, the shutters hanging slightly askew. It stood there, quiet and unassuming, yet heavy with the weight of what it held inside. Annika stood beside me, her hand trembling slightly in mine as she stared at the front door. I could only imagine the storm of emotions inside her mind.

I squeezed her hand gently, hoping it offered even a fraction of the comfort I wanted to give her. “We can go inside whenever you say so,” I said softly, though I knew we would do it in a moment.

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