Page 72 of Little Wing
When she purred my name, I had to readjust. My cock was already aching to feel her tight around me, precum beaded at its tip. With a soft groan, I lifted my head and rested it on her trembling thigh as I continued to kiss her slick skin while my fingers beckoned her pleasure from the inside.
“Say my name, Lotus.” I pulled out of her needy cunt and licked my fingers clean before kissing my way up her stomach. “It sounds like fucking music when you say my name.”
“I love you, Silas…”
There was something special in watching this woman blossom at my touch. I watched her body claim the pleasure she chased. It wasa privilege being able to run my hands all over her body, to kiss her and plunge my tongue deep in her mouth so she could experience how fucking incredible she tasted. But it was certainly a privilege to see the lust between us was in balance with her drenched pussy and my cock aching to thrust deep into her. I wanted to make this last, because while it felt amazing to feel her body melt into mine, I needed her to know this wouldn’t change. That every tender touch would remain after tonight.
“Hey, wait a second, okay?” When I pulled away from her and got up from the bed, I watched as she turned around, giving me the perfect view of her milky white ass.
“Where are you going?” Lotus asked, her voice low and sultry.
“Just grabbing something I brought for us to enjoy.”
Unable to step away with her tempting cheeks within reach, I leaned forward and gave her ass a rub and a quick smack before rushing to grab my pants from the ground. I quickly pulled out the small bottle I bought in case I didn’t have the guts to bring up claiming to the beautiful woman waiting patiently for me. You know—liquid courage, even vampires needed it. Since Lotus wanted this as much as I did, I didn’t see why it couldn’t be enjoyed in celebration—together.
Delicious, potent, and fresh human blood settled thick in the glass bottle, and I could already see Lotus salivating. It was like our first date. The way the blood coated her teeth and made her lips part in a quiet moan—I wanted to bend her over that table and take her then. I motioned for her to come straddle me again, which she did without hesitation.
“I can smell it.” Her eyes fluttered shut before she let out a quiet moan when my cock rubbed against her entrance. Without waiting a second longer, I watched her lower onto me, her tight pussy wrapping snug around every inch that she took like she was made for me.
Neither of us moved.
We let the moment settle, because in the heat and intensity of chasing orgasms, the realization of what this would lead us to came in waves. And this one finally crashed into us at the same time.
I loved her, loved her in a way I never thought I would love another person. After three hundred years, I didn’t expect it, and yet there she was with those devastating eyes burning into mine.
“I love you,” I managed before bringing the bottle between us. “I got this thinking you may reject me, or something.”
Lotus bowed her head and inadvertently swayed her hips enough to coax a soft moan.
“But since we’re doing this, I thought we could savor this together.” As I explained, I pulled the cork off the bottle and brought it to her mouth, tipping it lazily to begin dripping it between her parted lips. Streams of the viscous fluid trickled onto her lips then down her chin and over her breasts.
I watched her lick her lips before she leaned back far enough for me to get perfect access to her chest. I licked a trail up from her cleavage all the way to her neck, taking care not to hurt her in the position we were in. We both continued swaying into each other, pleasure building up slowly, sensually. This was fucking incredible. When her inner walls clenched around my cock, I wanted so bad to follow in my own release, but as she came down from her climax, I held her hips firmly.
“Why did you stop?” she asked as she placed her hand against my jaw. Even her tenderness was electrifying.
I took her free hand and placed it against my chest. Though our hearts beat slower, only sounding as a slow hum, Lotus made mine race. I had never felt more certain about my decision to make her wholly mine. We stood on the precipice of a soul-binding event, and I was ready to jump in headfirst. I’d plunge into eternity without a shredof doubt in my heart that Lotus was it for me. This thing between us was more than just a good fuck. This was what I needed. This was what I envied all these years watching my brother refrain from detached hookups. This feeling, this… connection.
As I stared into the eyes of the woman who made me feel more alive than ever, I squeezed her delicate hand before bringing it to my lips for a soft peck.
“Silas?” she whispered.
“I want you to bite me first,” I stated.
Lotus stilled her gentle sways and blinked before saying my name again. This time not in question, but disbelief.
“I want you to bite me first.”
Lotus fell silent.
“I will claim you as mine and love you eternally, but you should do it first. That has been taken away from you for far too long—the ability to choose.”
The words that left Silas’s mouth required more than a moment to register. Even after I asked him to repeat himself, I couldn’t believe what I heard. This man—this gorgeous, generous, and strong man wanted me to claim him first. Realizing this, I wrapped my arms around his neck and adjusted my position in his lap as he was still sheathed inside me.
“Are you certain?” I asked, moving one hand to trace along the thin skin of his sun-kissed flesh. “Here?”
He nodded, gripping my hips to help resume the slow sway of our bodies. “Yes. Where it’ll scar and everyone can see.” His smile grew. Was he already imagining it? “I’d want everyone to know who you are to me.”
The thought of Silas wearing a scar given by me with pride satisfied me almost as much as our borderline animalistic lovemaking. I traced my hands over his neck again and licked my bottom lip. The last time I put my fangs on someone’s flesh to feed was Wesley, and that felt like an out-of-body experience. It horrified me to not have the control to stop myself from draining every drop of his blood. It was like I was caged by the very monster I longed to subdue with animal blood. It worked me like a puppet, allowing me no control over what washappening. When I touched Silas gently, my touch leaving nothing but traces of my love for him—I began to cry.
