“Scout, can you hear me? I need you to bite me.” He shifted me in his arms, removing his shirt with one swift movement. He pushed my face into his chest, but I couldn’t do what he wanted. The energy to do anything other than exist was gone.
“Fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck. Okay, new plan.”
He shifted again, reaching into his back pocket. I heard the flick of him opening his switchblade, and I smelled his blood before I saw it. He shoved my face against his chest again and pried my mouth open with his fingers. “Come on, please. Scout, you fucking nerd, drink.”
My tongue went out and licked his skin. The blood was warm and flowing freely. I lapped at the large gash, taking in Desi’s blood. It was delicious, and my strength began to return. He urged me on, and I found the muscles to work my mouth. I attached myself harder to the wound.He let me drink until my eyes fluttered open and I could look at him.
I pulled away and fell against him. Blood dripped down his bare skin, but he didn’t wipe it away, choosing to run his hands through my tangled, leaf-filled hair instead. He had lines of blood running down his cheeks, and I reached up to wipe them away.
“Don’t cry,” I laughed lightly.
He shook his head and lifted his head to the sky. “What were you thinking? You know better.”
“So do you.” I pointed out. “I thought you were kidnapped.” I closed my eyes, and he tightened his grip on me.
“Scout, please, don’t ever do that again. I almost didn’t find you. I don’t know how I did.” He chuckled and sniffled. Careful to remain on his lap, I sat up and put my legs around him. His hands shifted to my bottom to hold me up.
“Lesson learned.” I sagged my head against his. “You ever do it? Venture out into the sun? Shit hurts.”
“I bet.” His hand began to slide up my back, rubbing it soothingly. He reached up and tilted my chin up. Our lips met, tender, cautious, and desperate. My hands went to his chest as our kisses grew more frantic. As if I was still dying, and his lips and tongue were the only things that would make me want to live.
His hands went to my hoodie, tugging on it. I leaned back and let him take it off me. As he did, I could feel every spot in which I had bled. Very little of it had dried completely, but it had started to and had become sticky. I groaned as my hands went through it.
“Shh,” Desi soothed my frustrations, helping me to push the matted hair out of the way. He then brought my body back to his and placed hard kisses on the exposed skin. I arched my back, and he moved to unclip my bra. No sooner were my breasts exposed to the cold air was his tongue running over one while his hand worked the other. “Scout, I fucking love you so much. Please, don’t ever scare me like that again.”
Carefully, ever so gently, as if I were fragile China, he lowered me to the ground. He continued kissing my freezing, damp body as he moved lower and lower. He begged me never to leave him with his words, and he convinced me with his hands.
The ground was freezing, sending shivers through my weak body. The leaves were wet with either my blood or the nature all around it. I noticed it only briefly. Desi made sure to keep me focused on him. He unbuttoned my jeans and nudged them down with his mouth. I lifted my hips to help him.
I closed my eyes and heard the rustling of him removing his own clothing. Soon, we were both completely skin to skin, baring it all to the elements. To the world. Neither of us cared, as for just a moment in time, it was only the two of us. We needed this connection more than shelter, blood, or anything else.
Desi moved on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees. He didn’t need to do anything other than lean down and kiss me. My body was just as ready as his was. I gripped his back and urged him to take me. He pushed himself inside with ease, and I let out a sigh as if this was what saved me and not the blood he had shed for me.
He thrust, and I gasped every time as if the sensation was all new to me. His movements were rhythmic yet feverish. Wave after wave of pleasure was rolling through my soul every time he pushed against my body. He looked down at me and then at his chest. It had healed already.
“Bite me.”
“What? No, I don’t need it.” I gasped. He stopped moving and sat me up. My knees touched the ground, and I adjusted my body to sink down onto his. His hand went to my breasts, and he groaned.
“Just fucking do it, please.” He urged. I ground my hips against him, taking control of our speed. Our breaths came out ragged, and I could feel my orgasm building. “Scout. I need you to bite me.” He pleaded one last time.
I bent my head down, and he tilted his head. My lips went to his neck. I licked him from his collarbone to his jaw, and then quickly, I went to the jugular and bit down hard.
The blood touching my tongue enhanced the entire experience of making love to Desiderio. I moaned as his thumb went to my clit and began rubbing small, slow circles into it. He chuckled low at my reaction. The rumbling of his voice made his blood run faster into my mouth. I lapped it up greedily as I rocked my hips furiously. He groaned under me and urged me on.
“Fuck, Scout. Yes,” he said under his breath. His hands worked expertly, and finally, I threw my head back and cried out in ecstasy. He took my nipple in his mouth as I came, and he bit down just hard enough to send another shockwave of electricity through my body. I collapsed into his arms as he found his own finale.
I lay in his arms, naked, covered in a mix of our blood and leaves, for most of the night. Every time he asked if I wanted to go, I told him no. If the sun were to come up right that moment, this was where I wanted to die.
35
“Your bite looks just as gnarly as mine did,” I commented later once we got dressed and left my hiding place. He touched it and winced but shrugged.
“Yours healed eventually. I’m sure mine will too. Must be a vamp-on-vamp thing.”
We were leaving Corrine’s mansion now. He took my hand and led me to an unfamiliar car.
“This is nice.” I rubbed my hands across the leather center council in the car. “Heated seats too? This is weird.” I laughed.
