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I tear her shirt from her, shredding the fabric to expose her chest. Her perky little breasts are just enough to grab, so nothing goes to waste. I want to be on top of her, consume her, and utterly lose myself and my sanity in her. Roughly I push her down to the forest floor, trusting that her vampire skin will protect her from any discomfort. Taking a pink bud in my mouth, I suckle her, sending her back arching as she writhes under my touch. Her hands clutch me like I’m not close enough.
Yes, embrace yourself.
Embrace me.
I release her nipple with a pop and pull my shirt over my head. My lips are back on her, kissing her rib cage, and her abdomen. Lower and lower toward my goal. Jeans block me, but it doesn't matter. I pull them from her and toss them to join the growing pile of clothing. Grasping her by the ankle, I plant soft kisses back up her body. Her ankle, her knee, her thigh.
I let my breath caress her, earning a whimper of desire. She is almost glistening with how much she wants me. When I look at her face, her eyes are practically begging me. I lower my mouth to give her what she wants. I lick in a broad stroke from the bottom of her opening to her clit. Oh, how she moans with anticipation. I use my tongue to penetrate her, lapping her up. I can feel her body respond, her muscles tense. She is mine, all mine. I return to the tiny little bud, capable of so much pleasure. Coaxing it out, drawing circles around it, luring it like a snake charmer to the most delectable cobra.
Her hands hold my head, keeping me here, her hips sway into me. I grasp her waist and force her to remain still. I am in control right now, and she will have to lie there and bear it. I tease her with my tongue, sucking on her intermittently. Her breaths are growing labored and desperate. My lips seal around her, massaging her clit as she cries out to the heavens. I gently nip at it before soothing it with my tongue. Wide strokes undulating against her.
“Oh, Oz,” she sighs, her legs shaking.
I swirl my tongue around her again, flicking her clit and then pulling it into my mouth. This time, she breaks for me. A guttural cry sounds as she comes against my face. Her sweet cunt twitches and pulses. Now is the time to make her scream.
Kicking my pants off, I stroke my length against her wet slit, coating myself in her juices. I press against her, making her shudder and her legs twitch. I smile at my beautiful angel beneath me, waiting for me, and I want nothing more than to be inside her. Positioning myself at her entrance, I press forward, slowly, gently, moaning into her neck as her warmth envelopes me.
“Wren,” I whisper to her, her name a prayer to the fates. “I will keep you forever.” I pull back and then press into her. “I will never let the world separate us.” She wraps her legs around my hips as I make my vow. Reaching deeper with my next stroke, my mind is swimming. The bond is locking us together, we are so close, one more step. “I would tear down entire cities to get to you.” Another thrust, the entirety of my length now inside her. “Because I love you.”
She clutches me to her, crying out, unable to speak. She doesn’t need to. Her mind is wide open to me. I feel her love and her devotion to me. She feels safe and cared for. That is all I’ve ever wanted for her. I can sense what brings her pleasure, which movements are just right. I sink my teeth into her neck, pulling her blood into me even as I fill her with myself. Almost simultaneously, I feel her do the same to my shoulder.
God, it feels good.
Wren’s entire soul meets mine. I am everywhere inside of her. Her mind, her body, and her spirit. I can feel her within me, meeting me with passion and trust. She takes me into her, tasting me, enjoying me while I fill her thirst and cunt with my essence.
I slide in and out easily, allowing me to go as deep as I can within her. Filling her as the tip of my cock teases her womb. I stretch her, her muscles tightening on me as she takes in my entire length. Her cries are growing. She is nearing her peak again. I increase my pace, being sure to thrust just as deep and far, and she releases my shoulder. I pull back to look at her. My blood coats her lips, and she is beautiful. Harder now, oh yes, much harder. I can feel her tensing around me, and her hips rock back against mine. Closer…closer.
Her orgasm breaks over her, causing her muscles to pulse around me. The sensation is too much to bear. With a twitch and a final groaning thrust, I release myself inside her. Hot ropes of cum shot deep inside Wren at her core. Feeling her tight walls pulling, tugging at my release to make it all her own.
I rest my head on her chest, leaving gentle kisses on her sternum as we bask in the afterglow. Neither one of us says anything. Neither of us has to. I have to practically force myself to leave her warmth. I lay on the ground beside her, holding her, kissing her, whispering my love for her. I let myself use our bond to get a better look into her feelings, searching everywhere I can for even a hint of sorrow, and I find none.
Bond acknowledged by us both, followed by our consummation. We have sealed it. Wren has accepted me, and I have long since taken her as mine. Only the unlikely event of our deaths can separate us now.
Morning moves on, and we laze in the sunshine, exhausted, but there’s nowhere I’d rather be than beside her. Wren is lying on her stomach, enjoying her shadow and periodically smiling at the sky. I realize I don’t know much about my beloved, since she hadn’t known much about herself. Something I intend to rectify as soon as possible, though I am following her lead.
How jarring it must be to have nothing but the here and now in your head and suddenly be gifted back years of memories. Even more so to prepare for death, only to find out the one thing you thought could steal your life is something you could enjoy. Something you miss from your human life. I am mesmerized by her grace. The way her body curves, the way her mind works. The depths of her emotions are boundless.
For now, I settle myself with tracing her freckles, finding matches to the constellations, imagery, the odd letter or two. I want to kiss each and every one from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Now there’s an idea.
“What other preconceived, mainstream media bullshit about vampires is wrong?” Her question reminds me there is much about her new life that she doesn’t know or understand. I have been so enamored with her that I never thought to offer. And she has been so focused on getting her memories back that she never asked.
I chuckle and run a finger down her back, enjoying how it makes her shiver. “Most of it is wrong. You already know about reflections and the sun. You just learned that we don’t need an invitation to enter homes. Oh, crosses and holy symbols are just decoration.” She frowns as she ponders this information over in her head.
“Garlic?”
“Is delicious.”
“So we can eat?”
“In a manner of speaking. It doesn’t digest, so you need to make it come back up if you do. Great for fitting in, not so great as a regular practice.” She grimaces at the thought, and I laugh softly.
“What about drinking?”
“Liquids are fine. They process through like blood, but it takes a lot more alcohol to get a vampire drunk.” Is she trying to stump me? Or find something to cling to that the stories got right.
“Traveling over moving water?”
“Many of us enjoy boating.” Wren nods, taking a moment to think of her next one. Rolling over onto her back, she let the sun kiss the skin of her perfect breasts. I join the light in this venture. I love the way her skin pebbles as my lips whisper against her.
