Page 45 of Call of the Blood

With my hand in his hair and the words said, I pulled his head around so my lips could meet his. His grip on my hips grew tighter. He lifted me as we kissed, and my back hit the wall. I lifted my legs, ignoring the sound of ripping fabric as I wrapped my legs around his waist. One of his hands moved to my thigh and pushed the tight dress up farther until his hand found my ass and squeezed. The moan that escaped me made him growl and grind against me, the movement sending shockwaves through me. Another longer moan was pulled from me, and he broke the kiss.

“There’s that sound,” he breathed. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it for so long. I tried, but the sight of you on the bed and knowing what your skin tastes like already…” He pulled me away from the wall and started walking. “Do you know how tormented I am by you? I spend the nights trying to be next to you and away from you at the same time. I spend my days thinking about all the ways I could have you. Or trying desperately not to think about those things. I’ve never lusted after someone like I have you. I think since you were human, and it only grows by the day.”

I had no idea what to say to that, and he clearly didn’t care for a response as his mouth found mine again, and this time, he was in charge of the kiss. I was unaware of my surroundings or anything but his touch until my back hit a bed. He didn’t have to roll me over or anything. Swiftly, he reached under me, grabbed the zipper, and was able to unzip me, the dress loosening. He didn’t pull it off me yet, though. Breathing hard, I lay there, disheveled already as he pulled back and undid the buttons of his shirt, stripping it off neatly and folding it. He moved slowly, his eyes on me as he undid his belt and put it on the dresser with his shirt. My skin was flushed and warm as he slowly removed his pants and folded them with the rest and put them aside with the rest.

“Alexius…” I tried to sit up, the straps of my dress falling from my shoulders. I tried to hold the dress up with one hand and prop myself up with the other.

“We have so much of the night left,” he said, those dark eyes looking me over as he approached the bed once again. It wasn’t an inspection. No. He was reveling in the sight of me, like I was right where he wanted, and he liked what he saw. He put a knee on the bed between my legs and leaned down. I couldn’t help but sink back to the mattress as he lowered, massive over me. He kissed my neck slowly as one of his hands sank into my hair. When his lips reached my ear, his breath left me squirming under him.

“And I plan on you lasting until the sunrise.”

Then his mouth was on mine again. One hand in my hair, the other sliding on my thigh to my underwear, pulling down my last layer of protection. He didn’t even remove them. Once they were even slightly out of his way, he was exploring me with his hand, finding each sweet spot of nerves. He was a musician, I was the instrument, and he was proving he could play me with the skill of a master.

“Good. Don’t hold back,” he encouraged as I gasped and moaned and whined and screamed. I held onto him as the intensity of just what he could do with his hand made me quake.

As my climax approached, he withdrew his hand, smiling with his lips against mine as I whimpered for the release he’d just denied me.

His hand left my hair and, one at a time, he grabbed my arms and lifted them over my head. With a soft, growling command, I kept the first there while he moved the second off him and then held them over my head by the wrists.

“Sunrise,” he reminded me. “Though we probably need to work on your endurance…” He shuffled something I couldn’t see, my eyes locked on his face. Through the action, my underwear was fully gone, but somehow, that was the only piece of clothing I had lost so far. He was naked above me, and I was still in my disheveled, unzipped dress and the heels.

“Or we can go multiple times in a night,” he continued, plotting my demise in his bed, how he would own my body by the end of the night, and I’d thank him for it. He wasn’t pressed close against me, and I knew something was coming. “But perhaps I should just give you what you want first. Perhaps you’ve earned it.”

If I wasn’t dazed from pleasure, I would have told him off for that remark.

Then he pushed hard into me, his cock filling me, my eyes going wide as he hilted himself. He rocked back and forth, my back arching at the movement. I had a single passing thought about how he had prepared me for this. That was what he had been doing. And now he was claiming me. I wasn’t going to forget this night. It would be forever branded on my skin, unseen by everyone, but always felt by me. Just like the single time he’d fed on me, a memory I, like him, tried to stop going back to, but couldn’t.

He set the pace. No matter what I tried, he found a way to lock my body in place, so he was still in control of everything. It wasn’t too slow, but it wasn’t fast. It was consistent and relentless, never skipping a beat.

But even so, it drove me higher, back to the orgasm he’d denied me earlier. He held my hands above my head on the bed and only added more power behind his strokes once I was close.

I shattered, my legs shaking, toes curling, and screaming his name as he continued to move through my orgasm. He slowed and stopped as it ended, my soul returning to my body.

“Oh,” I whispered, unable to think of anything to say as he leaned down to kiss me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You are so beautiful.”

He moved slightly, and I moaned desperately, overly sensitive from the orgasm I’d just had. He was still hard and still inside me.

“You didn’t⁠—”

“We’re not done,” he informed, smiling down at me. He slid out of me, though. The whimpering gasp I made was enough for him to sympathetically kiss me. He released my hands and started kissing down my body.

“I love these freckles,” he murmured, kissing my shoulders and chest. “One day, I’ll tie you to the bed and count every single one with my mouth.”

With a tug, he revealed my breasts and popped them from the cups of the bra I still had on. He kissed them and played with my sensitive nipples as he moved down. I had never had someone make me love that until him. I was certain I’d be covered in hickies tomorrow.

He skipped everything between my legs. He reached that spot on my thigh and gently grazed his fangs over it, and I arched for him again, watching him toy with me. And I found myself aching for him to bite me, and that must have shown on my face.

“Alas, now that we’re both vampires…” He kissed the spot then moved for my pussy. His tongue filled the space where his cock had been, and I was once again unraveling. I clung to the bedspread and writhed in pleasure. He tasted and teased me until I orgasmed a second time, and he enjoyed every moment of it.

It wasn’t until after that orgasm that he finally pulled off my dress and bra and looked over my naked body, fingers grazing over my freckles, how far they really spread. I had no idea what time it was, but it felt like we had been in this bed together for an eternity. He was taking his time with me.

“The heels?” I asked softly, my voice hoarse from everything. He looked down and lifted one of my legs high as I lay on my back before him. He studied my foot in the heel, toying with the straps. He could easily remove it or let me. Instead, with a smile, he moved and released my ankle, letting my leg fall.

“They can stay for now,” he answered. “I only said you would get out of the dress.”

He reached out and grabbed my hips. I rolled over as he indicated.