Page 169 of Vampires of Eden
A laugh bubbles up from my chest. Well, that’s definitely one way to describe it. “Maybe?” I say, meeting him in the middle of the room. “Would that be so bad?”
He turns and something in him feels more at ease. He lifts his hands to hold my face and my heart flutters like I’m a teenager. Aside from holding my hand, he’s rarely self-assured enough to initiate affection toward me. I’m almost always the one to make the first move, but with his hands cupping my head, the slight height difference between us feels more pronounced and it makes my cock hard. Like I might melt and come just from this—this assertive confidence radiating in his beautiful eyes.
“It wouldn’t be bad,” he says, smiling and bringing our foreheads together. “Not if it’s with you. I do trust you, Danny. It’s just?—”
“I know,” I say, matching his hushed tone. “I shouldn’t have said that. I know you’re doing your best given this unfamiliar circumstance. I get it.” I raise my chin to catch his mouth and he returns the kiss, parting his lips so that the connection sinks deeper in our sensual and playful way.
With our mouths fused and his tongue licking and searching mine, my hands lift to his chest to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. I want him naked but I also want to take my time. I want to savor this night because I need it just as badly as he does.
When his shirt is unbuttoned and gripped in my fists, I pull away from the heady kiss and inhale a breath. “Rabbit, can I fuckyou?”
Alexander does that thing where his eyes blink and his Adam’s apple dips heavily in his throat. It tells me that I’ve caught him off guard. “Um… yes.”
“Have you done this before?” I ask, sliding my hands up and around his neck. I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Had someone inside of you, I mean.”
He closes his eyes. I feel his chest rise and fall against mine as I hold him closely. “No.”
I nod, brushing our noses before I kiss him again. “We’ll go slowly. If you’re not comfortable, we can stop. Just talk to me?”
Another inhale. “Okay.”
“These one-word answers are making me nervous,” I confess. “Are you sure?”
“We can try,” he says, offering me a sly grin. “That’s three words. Six. Seven.”
“Okay okay.” I laugh, nuzzling and kissing him again as his arms wrap tightly around my waist. “I have to warm you up first. Pre-heat you like an oven.”
“Sacrificial vampire bread.”
We snicker and kiss and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this kind of pure, giddy delight with another vampire. It amazes me how he’s helped to take my very existence from bitter darkness to colorful, exuberant light.
Within our embrace, Alexander tugs at the belt of my robe. Sensing what he wants, I pull my hips away to let him untie the knot at my stomach. When it’s undone, he slips his fingers down the line from my rib cage and to my navel. The simple, sparkly warmth of his touch and fingertips on my naked skin makes me shudder and tilt my head back. He flattens his palm and caresses around my hip to hold my lower back and it’s like fire centered at the base of my spine.
“I love touching you,” he whispers, shifting his mouth toward my ear as his hand slips lower to cup the swell of my ass. “I love that you let me touch you. It feels like a miracle. Like a dream come true.”
I grip his hair to pull his head up from my neck. When we’re eye-to-eye, I say, “You can do more than touch me. Get undressed?”
He huffs with a frisky glint in his alighted irises. “Yes, sir.”
After we had sex at Alexander’s estate, I specifically went to the local market to buy almond oil because I liked the feel of it so much. I loved the way it warmed to his skin and radiated this almond-orange citrusy haze as we made love. I’m fixated on that specific scent now and I can never go back. Almond oil equates delicious sex with Alexander. Regular lube just won’t do.
The sky beyond my window glows warmly in blueish-purple as Alexander lies flat on his back in my bed, naked and with his knees drawn up. Truly, he is like a sacrificial offering to my lustful heart.
“What should I do with my hands?” he asks, lifting his head from the pillow slightly and looking around, as if the question was directed to a non-existent live studio audience. Cue collective laughter.
Sitting between his knees, I shake my head. “You can touch yourself,” I suggest. “Your stomach—or play with your nipples. Or nothing. You don’t have todoanything.”
Alexander snorts in a laugh. “Oh God that sounds humiliating. No, thank you.”
I pinch his ass and he yelps and jumps, still chuckling.
“Will you be serious?”
“I am being serious,” he snaps. “Even the word ‘nipples’ is embarrassing. Let’s never say it again.”
This is beginning to feel like deflection on his part because he’s nervous. Which is understandable.
My right hand is already oiled, so I drag the fingers of my left hand up and down the inside of his thigh. “Like I said, you don’t have to do anything. Just lie here and relax. Enjoy.”
