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“I’m sorry, Emile. I never meant to hurt you. You’re the only thing that matters to me.”
“How do I know that?”
“I’m no longer in the program. I’ve exposed myself. I’m free.”
Emile still looks pensive, standing there. “So you quit and risked your life, just for me? I mean, what we have here means enough to you that you would die?”
I nod, feeling my cheeks heat up. Was this all a big mistake? Do I look like a complete idiot right now? I hadn’t really stopped to think that this might be too grand of a gesture for someone I had, essentially, one date with.
“I guess so,” I reply uneasily. “I didn’t want to be in the program if it meant I had to leave you. And, yes, I guess that means that this was the wake-up call I needed to just come back and hope we could start over being honest. I understand if maybe that’s a little too much pressure on a brand-new relationship, though.”
My voice starts trailing off at the end, suddenly very unsure of what seemed like a great idea a few minutes ago. I took four Ubers and a plane ride to get here! I decide to keep that information to myself for now, not wanting to look any more desperate than I already do.
There’s a very long, awkward silence, but then he grins. “I guess I forgive you. I mean, it sounds like these weren’t exactly normal circumstances. But I want to know the whole story, and no more lies, Shauna.” He turns around to finish tying up the boat. “It’s going to be hard getting that straight from now on.”
I walk onto the deck of the ship and approach Emile. “Permission to come on board?”
Emile turns around to face me and then leans forward, wrapping his arm around my waist. I don't resist. I lean into his hard body, accepting the kiss he so delicately plants on my parted lips. His tongue probes the inside of my mouth, and I feel a strong electric charge in my chest. It feels as though my heart is going to explode.
“You're too good at this,” I say. I take a strand of his dark hair and put it behind his ears.
Emile leans back, regarding me. He smiles a handsome grin that makes me lose my breath.
“You haven't seen anything yet,” he laughs.
I get hungry and grab his chest while I dig into his mouth with my own.
He pulls away, and I immediately frown. Just when things are heating up.
But fortunately, Emile has something else in mind. He crouches down on the floor of the boat, looking up at me. His eyes open wide in a pleading, desperate gaze. I run my fingers through his dark hair.
“Emile,” I say. “You can trust me. I love you.”
Emile smiles, his long white fangs exposed. “I love you, too.” He begins to run his fingers up my leg. “Let me show you.”
Emile begins to unbuckle my jeans, and I shudder in anticipation of what is coming next. Here we are. This is it. A wave of pleasure electrifies every limb and every inch of skin, every molecule in my body.
He takes my hand and leads me into the bunk area of the boat, where we can have a little more privacy. I follow behind him quietly, practically ready to shriek with glee. It feels like everything is finally coming together – literally and physically.
He kisses me deeply, beginning to pull off my shirt. His hands graze gently over my bra, but I want to make the next move. After all my dishonesty, the fact that he’s so willing to overlook it makes me want to show him my appreciation for his flexibility.
And maybe later, I can just show him my flexibility.
I pull down his pants and then slowly work his already hard cock from his boxers. When I take it in my mouth, a pleasure I haven’t known in a long time courses from my face to my toes. He moans out loud, and I feel strangely proud of myself.
“Oh, Jesus,” he says, taking his right hand and carefully caressing the back of my head. I work over his shaft a bit longer when he pulls away from me, moving me to lay on the bed instead.
“I want a turn,” he declares. He finishes stripping off what remains of my clothing, tossing it into a messy pile on the floor. Then he presses down with one hand on my stomach as I squirm, his nose brushing over my pussy before beginning to use his tongue.
The pleasure continues to build for a while before something changes. It takes me a minute to realize that he’s using his vampire fangs to gently scrape over my clit. The sensation is unbelievable, a sweet pain that tears at the exposed nerve endings and sends them into overdrive.
“Oh god, baby,” I moan, attempting to catch my breath. “I need you so bad!”
In a moment, Emile pulls back and licks his lips. Then he stops and stares at me. “I can’t believe this,” he pants.”Tell me I’m not dreaming.”
“You’re not dreaming,” I say.
Emile pulls his tight black shirt over his head and reveals his milky white, hard, muscular core. The light from the descending sun forms shadows that accentuate his ab muscles.
