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Chapter 7
The sun drifted through the thick curtains of Finn's room, illuminating Elena's olive skin. They were tangled together in the bed when she opened her eyes. She gazed at him lovingly as she took in all the minute features of his face that she never got to admire at such close range.
His lashes were long and curled up slightly, his nose was straight and regal while his jaw was strong. He really was the most handsome man that she had ever laid eyes on and she counted her lucky stars that she was the one who he chose to share his bed with.
"My love…you are staring," he smiled, opening his eyes and meeting her chocolate orbs.
She looked down and blushed, "I was not staring, simply admiring."
"Admiring?" He asked, reaching out and cupping her delicate cheek with his large hand, "You're the only thing worth admiring in this room, I assure you."
Elena smiled, "I quite enjoy sharing a bed with you. I like that you're the first thing I see when I awake."
He pulled her onto his chest, tucking a strand of mahogany hair behind her ear, "And I enjoy seeing you first, as well. Your beauty is incomparable with any other woman and I feel honored to call you my wife."
Moving slightly, Elena straddled his hips and stared down at him. His brows were drawn together and he looked as if he was concentrating hard on something. She quirked her lips and asked, "What's wrong? Am I doing-"
"You're doing nothing wrong, my love. In fact, you're doing quite the opposite," he said hoarsely, staring at the beauty above him. Her thin nightdress had ridden up to skim her thighs and the gauzy fabric was practically see through.
She giggled, wiggling her hips against him, "Then why are you acting as if you are in pain?"
"Sweetheart…do you know the…basics of what's supposed to happen between husband and wife?" He awaited her answer and continued when she shook her head, her face confused, "When a man and a woman consummate their marriage, it's a very personal act."
"You take my innocence, correct?" She questioned, "I remember my mother saying something about that."
Finn nodded, "Yes, I would take your innocence. And, sometimes, it can be a little painful for women. But I would never intentionally hurt you, you know that."
Her face was still colored with confusion, "But…how do we consummate our marriage?"
He sighed, "We would become one; we would have sex."
"Sex?"
"I would be inside of you," he said softly, resting his hands on her hips, "It can be very pleasurable for both people and that's all I would want for you."
"Inside me…here?" She asked, taking one of his hands from her hips and lowering it to the soft flesh between her legs.
He swallowed hard, trying to contain himself, "Yes. I would be inside you there."
"Oh," Elena said simply, biting her lower lip, "I…I guess I never really thought about it."
"We have more than enough time, my love. I'm not going to rush you into anything."
Her eyes lit up, "You said other things last night, yes? What do those include?"
Finn smiled slightly, "It means I can pleasure you without fully being inside of you. Your innocence would remain untouched, but I could still make you feel wonderful."
"How?"
He brushed his hand along the curls that rested just beneath her nightgown, "I can touch you here. I can use my mouth and my fingers to have you cry out in ecstasy."
She blushed, "But what can I do for you?"
"Touching you would give me pleasure-"
"No, no," she shook her head firmly, "I want to be an able participant as well. Now tell me. Please."
He sighed in resignation, "Similar to a woman, a man also has a certain area that likes attention. When he becomes aroused, it becomes firm."
Elena once again moved her pert behind over him and smiled a little, "And it's under me right now, isn't it?"
"Yes," he chuckled, "By having you on top of me, it's caused me to become a little excited."
She leapt off of him and kneeled next to his hips, her eyes going between his face and his erection, "I…can I see it?"
Finn had to suppress a laugh at her innocence, "Darling, we're married. You don't need to ask me that."
Without further prompting, she hastily untied his sleep pants and pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring free. Her eyes widened comically as she stared at him in his naked glory. She didn't have experience seeing any other man naked, but from what she did see, she was quite enamored with it.
She reached out tentatively and wrapped her hand around his flesh, surprised that she could practically feel in pulsing in her hand. Her fingers barely touched around his girth and it made her blush. She moved her hand experimentally up and down, causing a strangled breath to leave his lips.
"Am I hurting you?" She asked, appalled with herself for touching without asking, "I-I don't really know-"
"I feels wonderful," he breathed out, trying to control himself, "You're not doing anything wrong."
Encouraged by his words, Elena resumed her ministrations. She stroked the length of him over and over, relishing in the soft moans she brought forth from his lips. Wanting to be a good wife, she recalled that he had said that he could use his mouth to pleasure her. What if that went both ways?
Deciding to be bold, she ducked her head and placed a soft kiss against the head of his cock. His eyes flew open in surprise and he looked down at her, a sly smile curling onto her full lips. She was pleased to discover that he was enjoying what she was doing and she wanted to up the ante.
She delicately wrapped her lips around his cock, bobbing her head softly up and down as her hand continued to work the length that was not in her mouth.
"Christ! Elena!" Finn moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. He had been focusing on not spending too soon before, but it seemed as if it had been futile. Having her small hand on him was one thing, but her warm, wet mouth was so enticing.
He could feel his release approaching and he was at a loss for words to warn her. His hand snaked down his body and tangled into her dark hair, his hips gently thrusting against her mouth to gain ultimate friction.
"God, Elena, lovely-" He broke off as his release washed over him. Colors danced behind his eyelids as his hand slowly unclenched from her hair. His canines elongated as the pleasure bordered with the bloodlust. He reigned in his nature with deep breaths, not wanting to scare her.
She was surprised when the tangy liquid filled her mouth, but she swallowed dutifully. She found that she actually enjoyed the taste and slipped him out of her mouth, careful to clean up the rest of his spendings that she hadn't been able to swallow.
"Elena…" Finn tried to catch his breath. Being with her the first time had not been a disappointment in the slightest.
She looked up at him sheepishly, "I hope that was all right."
He pulled her on top of him once more, peppering her face with feather light kisses, "That was more than all right, my love. That was one of the best feelings in the world."
Elena smiled brightly, "Good."
"I'd be more than willing to return the favor," he whispered, his lips blazing a path from her lips to her neck. He nipped her soft skin here and there, eliciting small whimpers from her that nearly made him hard again.
She blushed deeply as she stuttered, "Y-you don't have to…"
He had them flipped in an instant, her thighs cradling his body as he hovered above her. His hand skimmed up her waist, stopping at the swell of her breast, "I'm aware that I don't have to, dearest, but I want to. Your pleasure is important to me."
She bit her lip and nodded, "Okay."
Finn captured her lips once more and massaged her breast softly as the scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them. He fought back a growl deep in his throat; the predator inside of him was begging to be released.
His hand snaked down her body and under the thin material of her nightgown. He groaned as his nimble fingers brushed across her damp curls, knowing how much she was enjoying herself.
Elena squealed as he moved down her body and hoisted her gown above her hips. He smiled in awe before gently reaching forward and spreading her nether lips, gazing at the glistening pink flesh within.
Having someone touch her there felt strange, but not bad. She couldn't figure out what to do with her hands and simply settled on clutching the bed sheets beneath her.
Setting his nerves aside and following his instincts, Finn licked leisurely at her dripping folds, nearly purring from how sweet she tasted. His hands moved to her thighs, holding them apart as his nose bumped against her clit, causing her to mewl in pleasure.
"Ahh, Finn," Elena whined, her grip on the sheets tightening as her pelvis bucked against his mouth unwillingly. The new sensations she was feeling were practically overpowering her and she had to focus on not losing her mind completely.
A strange feeling started brewing inside of her. It started in the base of her stomach and slowly began radiating to her limbs. Her eyes closed as the sensation began to overwhelm her, incoherent words dripping from her lips.
He may not have been with a woman before, but he was pretty proficient at reading Elena's signs. He knew that she was close and he wanted more than anything for her to experience even an ounce of pleasure that he received earlier from her. Moving one of his hands to her core, he circled her swollen clit with his thumb as he moved his mouth to suckle at the wetness that was dripping from inside of her.
With a loud keening cry, she threw her head back as she unraveled. Her eyes were shut tight as a white-hot searing feeling ripped through her, leaving her limp and spent against the bed, utterly sated.
Finn eagerly swallowed what she had to offer before his mouth traveled to the inside of her thighs licking away the evidence of their tryst. His mouth hovered over her femoral artery and he salivated at the thought of sinking his teeth into her olive flesh and drinking.
"F-Finn?"
He looked up at her and she gasped softly, tucking her legs under her and trying to move away. His brows furrowed and he was about to purse his lips when he realized that his fangs were out. He cursed his stupidity and looked down, willing the veins and fangs to disappear. This wasn't how he wanted to tell her.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured, looking down.
Elena took a deep breath and stared at the man in front of her. He was still her husband. He had never hurt her before or been given a reason to fear him. Steeling her voice, she asked, "What are you?"
Letting his true nature come forth once more, he looked up at her, "I'm a vampire."
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~Grace
