My fingers hook into her panties to inch them down her thighs and discard them to the side. She won’t be wearing them for a while. In fact, after this, I may very well rip up all her underthings so she’ll never conceal her body from me.
The sweet scent of her arousal fills my nose, and oh, how I long to get on my knees, to lift her thigh over my shoulder and sink my tongue inside her heat, my fangs into her thigh. To take in both her flavours.
My throbbing cock likes the idea too, but there are different plans to experience first.
“Difficult to see in such low light,” I muse, tracing goosebumps up her thighs and over her hip, towards her stomach. I pause, letting anticipation grow until she’s moving beneath me, and then give her what she’s craving. My finger slides through her wetness until she gasps, the reflection revealing how her eyes flutter shut beneath my ministrations. “How’s it feel to have weak vision? To feel everything I do, but barely able to see any of it. I can, and let me say, it’s a sight to behold. Every shiver, every goosebump… You’ll have tocompletely trust me. Trust my sight over yours; trust me to give you pleasure your senses aren’t required for.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I push her lower back until her hips jut and her breasts land against the cool glass with a hiss between clenched teeth. Still, she doesn’t complain, and my hands drift over her hips. My foot moves between hers to kick her legs apart where I rub her pussy again, alternating between her clit, which creates delicious little gasps, and dipping inside her, which has her arching into me.
I swap hands to use my fist to stroke myself, coating myself in her desire.
“So, so beautiful, Sawyer. Like my own Christmas miracle.”
“I’m no miracle.”
“On the contrary. Two centuries of wandering until you crashed into my life. You’re a Christmas miracle, a holiday treat, and a star within the endless darkness.”
And my future mate.
She gasps when I fuck her again with my fingers, this time adding two and reaching deeper. I twist and curl, preparing her for three.
“Once done fucking your cunt, I’ll drink from your thighs, and then your breasts”—my free hand plucks her nipples—“and finally, here.” A third finger slides inside her, making her gasp and then exhale deeply as her body tries to relax and stretch. “You’ll be my holiday feast. I may just leave you in this position until the sun comes up, so I can return for your pussy or blood any time the craving hits. Only when your legs give up, and when you’ve screamed my name to the point your throat is raw, will I grant you reprieve.”
Moisture flushes between her thighs and all over my fingers, her core clenching tight as her hips rotate between chasing the high or stilling, overstimulation taking her out.
“Just the thought of all that had you coming. My, Sawyer, I’m certainly in for a lifetime of fun with you.”
“Yes.”She has no idea what she’s truly agreed to.
When she’s panting and her nails attempt digging through the glass, I slide my fingers out of her, lift one thigh, and sink deep inside her. My cock reaches about halfway before pulling out, coating myself, and then thrusting home until she cries the first note in what’ll be an orchestra-worthy song by the end.
“Oh, fuck, you’re?—”
Fisting her hair, I arch her head to the side. With her thigh in one hand, her hair in the other, and the window as leverage, she’s entirely at my mercy. Even her attempt to rock into me is pathetic. She doesn’t have the control she believes she does.
My thrusts push her into the window, but the grip on her leg always brings her back. There’s no depth that’s deep enough—nothing will ever be enough. Everything about Sawyer is addicting and perfect, but her body? It’s my new definition of forever.
“You’re fucked, Sawyer.”
“Evidently,” she manages between pants, completely missing the point.
She’s fucked because there won’t be a day I go without being inside her. She’s fucked because she just secured her soul to mine, and there will be no other option for her.
As she nears her orgasm, my gaze catches on the scars littering her neck. Scars I’ll be replacing with my own marks.
Without further warning, I sink my teeth into her neck and drink deeply. She flinches at first, but immediately untenses. One hand leaves the glass and slides into my hair, pushing my teeth in harder. It’ll probably bruise her, matching the one my fingertips will decorate her thighs with.
Her pussy greedily sucks my cock, the flavour of her blood changes ever so slightly. I release her thigh to cup her neck as Ilean us both into the window, pounding her roughly through her orgasm.
As she comes down, hot air spreads over the glass from her deep exhales. She laughs lightly and drops her hand, so I unhook my fangs from her neck, though I’m far from finished with her.
“That was…holy shit.”
“The first of many,” I warn, seconds before twisting her around until her back is against the glass, and I’m lifting her up. Her legs wind my waist as I sink inside her.
This time, I drink from those perfect little breasts, never lingering for long so by the time she orgasms again, her chest is covered in bite marks. I come as well, filling her up, but immortality means there’s no end to this night, not until she begs me to.
