The symphony of pleasure that extends between us feels like pure perfection. We’re connected, body and soul. It’s deep, hot, and raw in a way that makes it feel like much more than sex. Our hearts beat in the same rhythm, in a frenzy of sucking and thrusting that keeps rising and rising, growing and growing.
And in the middle of it all, I can feel Killien’s emotions. They seep into my bloodstream, making my entire soul swell with them. His unwavering devotion. His absolute and complete surrender to what we are. And it’s not just his, it’s mine too. It’s a shared feeling; a thread that connects our hearts on a level so deep that it can never be undone.
Before I can even process what is happening, Killien pulls away from my neck. A few drops of hot blood trickle down my shoulder as I hear his voice breaking right next to my ear. It’s the most beautiful and erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“Shit—Damien, baby, I can’t—I’m coming.”
My lips are still attached to his wrist, blood sliding down my throat like a roaring fire. I moan into him, sending vibrations through his veins and causing him to hiss in delight. And then I feel it, the moment his cock throbs and fills me with his release, burning within me just as pleasurably as his blood does. He screams and groans right against my ear, making me bristle again.
That’s more than enough to push me over the edge with him. I make a mess all over the black leather seat underneath me, without even touching myself. The most intense and mind-blowing orgasm of my life takes over me like a tidal wave, leaving nothing but pleasure behind.
I’m rendered useless, my muscles and bones melting to nothing. I can no longer feel Killien’s wrist on my lips. I findmyself gasping for air, whimpering like I never have before, and shivering underneath him.
We collapse on the seat together, his skin hot and wet against mine, his weight crushing me so pleasurably that I wouldn’t want it any other way. I feel my veins throbbing, filled with his essence, and with our love. There’s a deep sense of satisfaction somewhere in my mind, a warmth that spreads from my heart towards every corner of my being. As if I’m finally . . . complete.
Are we laughing? Yes, we’re both giggling out of control. My soul feels too big to fit inside my body, my heart so full of joy that I think it might as well explode inside my chest.
“Fuck, baby—” Killien sighs, trying to push himself up on his elbows. “That was amazing . . .”
“Call me ‘baby’ again, and you’ll have to fuck me all night long,” I say, unable to stop myself from bursting into laughter right after.
“That wouldn’t be a problem, baby.” He kisses my shoulder softly, over and over again.
Ugh—fucking motherfucker.
Killien’s weight shifts away from my back as he manages to sit up. His cock slides out of me slowly, leaving me empty and wanting more of him. Before I can even protest, I’m being lifted from the seat by his strong arms and pressed against his chest. I revel in the warmth of his skin against mine and his arms wrapped around my waist. I feel so small enveloped by his strong body; like I fit perfectly, like it’smy place. Exactly where I belong.
Using all the strength I have left, I turn around to look at him. He lets me move before pulling me tightly into him, our chests pressing together, breathing heavily. His glowing amber eyes captivate me with their intensity; the golden threads in his irises are absolutely stunning up close. We just stare at each other while my hands slowly wrap around his shoulders.
“Killi?” I say, feeling words bubbling up inside me, ready to slide down my tongue.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Killien’s eyes seem to glisten, shining with much more than the power of vampire blood. “I love you too, Damien.”
My entire body seems to vibrate in response to the words we just said to each other. It’s not the first time, but it means a lot more right now than it did before. It’s different after I felt it in our blood, in a way I didn’t even know was possible.
I close the distance between our lips, trapping him in a deep, slow kiss. He melts between my arms, and we stay like that for as long as we can manage. The world could just burn for all I care. I’m exactly where I want to be. Where Ishouldbe.
Nothing else matters, because I love Killien and he loves me back. Just like I always dreamed.
Thirty
Damien
Stargazing is my new favorite thing to do. Well, only if it’s with Killien. And if we forget that sex and violence exist, because those will always be my number one. Anyway, we’ve made a habit of driving away from civilization to be alone in the wilderness.
We should have done it sooner, to be honest. It reminds me of our little camping adventure, my special present for Killien on his last birthday at home. The true beginning of our journey, if you will. Not that I hadn’t been infatuated with him for years on end before that day, though.
Killien sighs, his eyes lost somewhere in the clouds above. His fingers are intertwined with mine, our palms pressed against each other. The burning of Killien’s skin against mine is the most soothing thing in the entire universe, just like being tightly wrapped up in his subtle tangerine scent.
We lie on our backs, in the middle of the desert hills near Las Vegas. Our black Jeep Grand Cherokee is parked behind the blanket Killien placed on the dirt for us. As usual, it’s absolute silence around us, besides the crickets in the distance and the occasional rustle of branches as the breeze runs through the few shrubs that grow out here.
My eyes should be on the sky above, but they are stuck to my brother’s angelic profile. His long eyelashes flutter as he blinks slowly, his pupils swallowing most of the brown of his irises to stay adjusted to the darkness. I love that his eyebrows are a darker shade than the rest of his hair; they contrast beautifully with his pale skin.
The contour of his plump lips has me rolling one of my lip rings with my tongue. I wanna kiss him. All the time. I wish I could climb into his mouth and just stay inside him forever. Silly, I know. He’s right next to me, holding my hand. We spend almost the entirety of our days together. And yet, I want him closer. I want to possess him. I just can’t seem to get enough.
