Page 118 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver
So, I have him. He fusses at me to use the coconut oil and I do, but when he asks to stretch me, I wave him off. I tell him I’m still stretched from the night before. He says that’s not a thing.
Slowly, focused, I work myself onto his cock, then ride him until he’s incapable of protesting. Until he’s writhing, entranced and breathless. Vanquished. I love the way he feels inside of me and that I can please him. Watching his eyes alight as he reaches the height of pleasure, and feeling his solid, sculpted frame satisfied and shuddering underneath me… it’s glorious.
When I climb off of him, I decide that I’m in the mood for pancakes. “Do you have flour and fruit? Like strawberries or blueberries? Maybe syrup?”
Aries’s dark brown waves are in a chaotic state. Even messier than the night before. He rolls over onto his side, takes a deep breath and smiles. “I… think so?”
“Do you want pancakes? I’m really good at making them if you have the ingredients. I like to add cinnamon because it gives them a nice earthiness.” I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, and when I stand, my legs are wobbly and my ass is throbbing, but in the best possible way. I head over to my suitcase and slip on a T-shirt and pajama pants.
“Not spaghetti?” he asks. “Your specialty.”
I laugh. “I can make spaghetti if you want? Can we have it for dinner, though?”
“Sure… How can you even move right now?” He watches from the bed with disbelief. “I’m adding a new character trait to the list—insatiable. My insatiable and frisky tiger. My long-legged tiger prince.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” I laugh, standing. Utterly ridiculous. “I’ll let you know when breakfast is done. Coffee or tea?”
“Coffee, please? And thank you. When I am no longer incapacitated, I’ll come down and help you.”
Chuckling, I lean over and kiss him on the lips. Once, then again. When I stand straight, I glance at his bedside table and notice a tiny picture in the center of an elegant glass frame. Bending, I look closer.
It’s us. Me, with my eyes wide in genuine surprise as Aries kisses my cheek.
“You kept this?” I say, pointing to the second polaroid that I took of us. The missing photo.
“I did,” he admits, stretching his spine and lazily drawing a leg up. The sheets shift and his naked thigh and hip are exposed. He looks edible and I’m very tempted to crawl back into bed with him. “I needed a memento.”
I don’t say anything as I meet and kiss him once more. Softly and sincerely. Why is he wonderful? It’s like I’ve won some kind of cosmic lottery. What are the chances that he’d come into my life, given the way I’d existed up until that point?
I never thought I would say this, but thank you, Lord Blakeley, for hiring a designer for my wedding.
Beaming, I head down the wooden stairs toward the rustic, glamorous kitchen.
Turns out, he does have all the ingredients that I need, and more. It feels as if he went grocery shopping before I came. We’ve talked a lot about how much I enjoy cooking, so, as always, he was paying attention.
As I gather the food on the counter and search through cabinets for the proper pans, bowls and utensils, I notice how completely contented and at ease I feel. Not that I didn’t feel comfortable living with Daniel and Leoni, and traveling through Asia with Sylvie.
But this… Occupying space with Aries feels like an enhanced and new layer to my life. An added, fundamental goodness. Like dancing in the rain, but then the sun comes out and the raindrops glimmer in the radiant light as they fall. A rainbow appears, coloring the brilliant blue of a partly cloudy sky. All these elements fuse together to create something truly special. Something magnificent.
Being with Aries is like this. And now, he’s asked me to stay with him. I don’t know how long it will take for him to truly accept and feed from me, but it doesn’t matter. We’re here, and I’m willing to wait for him—
“You’re distracted.”
“Jesus Christ, you scared me.”
“What are you so absorbed in right now that you didn’t notice me coming down the stairs? These pancakes? You really are a serious chef. My long-legged, frisky tiger chef.”
Aries stands behind me, shirtless and sexy in sweatpants and nothing else, just as I was attempting to measure flour in a cup. He surprised me, so now there’s white powder everywhere.
“I’m just content,” I say, sweeping up the mess with my palms. “Why? What’s the matter?” He places his hands on my waist, making me pause. When I feel him lean into my neck, my nature churns with anticipation. Internally, I tell it to calm down out of habit.
“I gave it some thought,” he says, kissing my temple. “And I… I would like to accept your generous offer.”
I freeze. Blinking and holding my breath. “Okay…”
He bends, brushing his lips along the curve of my neck. “Would you like me to pull your aura, Oliver? May I feed properly?”
Closing my eyes and lifting my chin, I can barely respond. The last time someone tried to do this, it was terrible and unwarranted. But this moment is nothing like that. Everything inside of me is screaming for it. For him to put his mouth on my flesh and pull to nourish himself. To take of his will.
