Page 17 of Valentine's With A Vampire

“Shh.” He presses a finger to my lips, then replaces it with his mouth. His kisses trail lower, following the curve of my breasts. I arch toward him, whimpering. He takes one nipple between his teeth, teasing lightly. Pleasure shoots straight to my pussy.I grind against his thigh, seeking friction. He growls, biting harder.

“Oh...” I gasp, clutching at his hair. He switches sides, lavishing attention on my other nipple until I'm panting.

Then he lifts his head, grinning wickedly. “What do you want?”

“More,” I whisper. “Please.”

He nods, sliding his hands down to my knee boots, unzipping them. I kick them off, along with my socks. He runs his palms up my calves, massaging gently. I shiver, leaning into his touch as he works his way higher. By the time he reaches my thighs, I'm trembling. He pauses, glancing up at me.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes.” I swallow hard, trying to regain some composure. “Just...sensitive.”

“Good.” He flashes another devilish smile before slipping his fingers under my waistband. I lift myself slightly so he can slide off my pants. They join the rest of our discarded clothing on the floor, followed by my panties. Now I'm completely naked, exposed to his scrutiny. I flush, fighting the urge to cover myself.

He doesn't seem bothered by my modesty. Instead, he studies me intently, drinking in every detail. His gaze travels from my face to my toes and back again, lingering on certain parts longer than others. Heat pools low in my belly when he focuses on my pussy. I bite my lip, resisting the urge to squirm.

Finally, he meets my gaze once more. “Beautiful.”

I blush deeper, unable to form words. He smiles and leans forward to kiss me again. I respond eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls me onto his lap, positioning me so that I straddle him. His erection strains against his jeans, pressing against my inner thigh. I moan softly, grinding against it. He groans, bucking his hips.

We continue kissing while rubbing against each other. Soon, I'm soaked with arousal. His cock throbs beneath me, straining against the denim. I reach down to unbutton his fly, freeing him at last. He sighs in relief, thrusting upward. I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking slowly as I adjust my position. Then I guide him toward my entrance.

He grips my hips tightly, holding me steady. “Wait.”

I pause, looking at him questioningly.

“Condom,” he explains. “Do you have any?”

I shake my head. “No, sorry.”

“It's fine.” He releases me to rummage through his pockets. After a moment, he produces a foil packet. “I...can you get pregnant?”

I shrug. “By a vampire, certainly. It's less clear if I could with a human.” I take the packed to tear it open. “Better safe than sorry.”

He watches silently as I roll the condom over his cock. Once it's secure, I resume my earlier position. He holds himself still while I sink onto him. We both groan as my pussy stretches around him. He fills me completely, stretching me almost painfully. I rock my hips experimentally, adjusting to his girth while he grunts, digging his nails into my flesh.

“Vandria...”

“Mmm, yes.” I start moving slowly, riding him. He matches my pace, thrusting upward. Our bodies move together effortlessly, finding a natural rhythm. The pressure builds inside me, growing stronger with each stroke as he hits all the right spots. My muscles clench around him, drawing him deeper. He moans loudly, gripping my ass tighter.

Soon, we're both panting heavily. Sweat beads on my forehead as I struggle to maintain control while chasing release. He seems equally affected, grunting and cursing under his breath. Finally, I lose it. My orgasm crashes over me,sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I cry out, shuddering violently. He follows suit, spilling himself inside the condom with a low moan.

We collapse together, chests heaving. Every muscle throbs with an afterglow so intense it borders on pain. My mind floats in a haze, struggling to ground itself. He shifts, arms wrapping around me in a loose embrace. The tip of my nose skims the side of his neck, inhaling his sweat and something undeniably masculine.

We lie like that for a beat, hearts thumping. My eyes slide shut, peace washing through my limbs. A faint swirl of pink illusions drifts at the edges of my vision, probably leftover from the festival. I half-laugh, half-sigh into his shoulder.

“Didn’t see that coming,” I murmur, voice shaky.

He strokes a hand up my spine in a soothing gesture. “Neither did I.”

The hush thickens, though it feels content. My mind starts to grasp how monumental this is. I never let myself get this close, never risk heartbreak for fleeting passion. Yet right now, I feel safe. The grin building on my lips is unstoppable. The entire town might guess. I might not care.

His lips press a soft kiss to my temple, breathing steadier. A question forms on my tongue, but the words never come. My gaze locks on the golden lantern overhead. The orb pulses once, then glows with an intensity I’ve never seen.

He tenses, lifting his head. “What—?” He doesn’t finish.

Radiance engulfs us. The lantern’s aura envelops my vision, becoming a shining bubble that expands around our joined bodies. My chest clenches with both awe and alarm. Threads of gold flicker across my arms while arcs of light dance around his shoulders. The air hums with a static charge.

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