Page 117 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver
The pleasure of his blood, his presence and his body inside of mine rushes over me like a perfect storm. Aries’s grip on my shaft freezes and then he’s with me, shuddering and spilling over warm and wet inside of me. Gasping with his hand fixed and trembling on my cock.
I love us like this. Erotic, sticky and breathing. Entangled and embracing as we come down from something we’ve done together. Love that we’ve made.
As Aries holds me, I take his finger from my mouth, flip his palm around and bite into it again because I’m greedy. I want to feed properly from his neck, but since he isn’t ready to feed from me, I can’t take too much. I shouldn’t be too selfish.
He’s patient, waiting as I finish feeding before he removes himself from my body. Lazily, I turn and flop back against the side of the bed that hasn’t been stained with my release and squirm cozily against the plush comforter.
Aries leans over me. His hair is mussed from my fingers and our foreplay, and his expression is relaxed. Satisfied. “I don’t remember the young master being so frisky. You’ve always been bold, though.”
Shrugging, I lift my hands to caress and hold his face. “Thinking back, I don’t know who or what I was in that castle. I know it wasn’t even a year ago, but it feels like eons. God… I was under so much pressure and stress. I didn’t have the space to be ‘frisky.’”
He grabs my hands, then brings them both to his mouth, playfully kissing my knuckles. “You have the space to be and do whatever you choose, now. I was wrong, though. You’re not a mouse. More like a tiger. And I think I’m the one in danger of being devoured.”
I trace his lips with my fingertips. “Not in danger. I’ll protect you.”
He takes hold of my wrist again. “Will you?”
“Fiercely.”
My heart-rate doubles as he parts his lips and takes my finger into his mouth. Timidly, he bites the tip. I don’t move or say a word, because it feels like a butterfly has landed on my shoulder. Aries closes his eyes, tasting. When he finishes and opens his eyes, they’re alighted and stunning, which makes mine burn even brighter.
“Even if I don’t properly feed from you, I think… I might already be too far gone. You’re only here for a week, Oliver.”
“Well, actually…” I grin, feeling somewhat guilty for withholding important information. “Do you remember how I told you that Sylvie was considering splitting up the remaining jobs between the two of us?”
“Yes, because you impressed her so much with your talent and work ethic on your assignments together. How could I forget?”
I sit up to rest on my elbows underneath him. “She’s decided to split the assignments by location. She’s going to do the remaining jobs in Asia, but she’s entrusting the ones in Europe to me. We only had two shoots in North America, and we already did those together before we separated and I came here. Dividing things this way, there’s more time in our schedules, so we can both breathe and establish a home-base…”
A hushed moment of pause passes between us as Aries registers what I’m saying. He smiles. “Which means… you now have the flexibility to live where you want in Europe.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“Because I didn’t want you to feel pressured,” I assure him. “And I made the decision without asking you, so I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about me following you around.”
Sylvie knows all about Aries, since I spoke of him fairly often in our downtime. On long layovers and casually over meals. Sometimes during those idle moments of waiting for elements and people outside of our control. It was her idea for us to split the remaining work, and I’m forever grateful to her for it.
Another funny way that life has given me exactly what I needed. “If you don’t want me to stay with you,” I go on, bracing myself, “then I’ll—”
“I want you to stay, Oliver.” Aries’s eyes are so rich and haunting in the soft moonlight. The single candle he’s lit flickers wildly on the bedside table. The low light casts sensual shadows across his face and body as his gaze pierces mine. “Will you please stay with me?”
A smile spreads across my lips because the delight I feel in this moment is warm and full. So powerful that it might overflow from within.
I inhale deeply, saturating my senses with his fragrance as my chest rises, then falls. “Yes, I’ll stay with you. I’m more than happy to, Aries. I’m honored.”
Aries is right about me being frisky. This new, unexpected personality trait. Because after I wake up first beside him, I proceed to stroke my hand down his abdomen while kissing his neck and shoulders until he wakes up, slightly disoriented and very aroused.
The morning sunlight is like liquid platinum as it streams through the tall windows, flooding the cozy loft with light and hiding nothing as I climb onto his hips and start grinding against him.
“You don’t need to be impaled by me every time we have sex,” he says, laughing and taking hold of my hips. “If you enjoy this, you could have me, too.”
“What if I like being impaled by you?” I ask honestly. “I enjoy having you this way. Is that bad?”
He raises an eyebrow, considering. “No, of course not. I just want you to know that we have options.”
“Well, that’s fine. But we’ve only done it once. I want you in me again.”
