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Chapter eight
"Myrnin, if I am right, Margaret would be waking up in a few hours, so please try to be patient. Her wounds had cured perfectly but you have to be careful with the one on her chest. I suggest you don't do anything sexual for the time being…" Theo said with a tiny smile playing at the corner of his lips.
Myrnin scoffed. "Okay old man, whatever you say, but I won't make you promises."
Theo laughed and patted Myrnin halfheartedly on the shoulder. He was happy to see that his friend had finally given up on the depressed mood a few days ago. It was so very unlike him to get like that…especially for a human; but we could say that she isn't just a human, right? We could call her the human lover of a vampire. Yes, a very sweet and special one. Myrnin, noticing how quiet Theo had became, looked at him questioningly. The doctor just looked at the girl and wondered why she was so special to the man he once thought was heartless.
"Theo…is something the matter, old pal?" Myrnin asked with a careful tone.
"Nothing is the matter; I was just wondering…" the other male replied just as carefully. "Would you go as far as dying for her?"
Myrnin stared at him for a while before answering honestly. "Yes I will. I would even kill you if you tried to harm her, Amelie even…"
Theo nodded with knowing eyes. He'd felt the same feelings, not so long ago, but that was before his wife had left him. He sighed deeply, shaking his head back and forth a little, as if to shoo away the bad thoughts. Myrnin and Theo locked eyes and Myrnin nodded quietly, walking him to the already open portal. As soon as the Doctor stepped through it, Myrnin closed it shut. His eyes instinctively fell on the sleeping girl. The man sat down on the bed while suppressing a smile. He could not believe that after three weeks of waiting, his Margaret was going to be waking up. It was just too good, too sweet and awesome. He felt like kissing her and raping her right there and then, but she was still in her coma like state, so he couldn't, or could he? No, no Myrnin, be patient and it'll pay off; part of his mind thought, while the other, wanted just the plain opposite. The vampire growled, he was growing weary of his pointless monologues but it was all he had to entertain himself. He didn't want to go to the drastic measures, yet. He sighed, it worn him out to control himself, but it was necessary, unless he'd wanted to rape the girl…No, I can do this, Myrnin thought. The thought ran through his brain for almost an hour, which was weird and odd in so many ways. When he finally snapped out of his daze, not only did he have The Problem standing up; brave and proud, but he'd been sitting on the corner of the bed for an hour!
"Sitting here with my big problem in such state, it would be a wise idea to take care of it…" murmured the vampire.
Just when he was about to get up from the bed, a weak hand grabbed onto the fabric of his long sleeved shirt. Startled, he turned around, only to see a pair of sleepy brown eyes smiling up at him. His breath caught up on his throat, almost choking him, his eyes widened ever so slightly and a tingly feeling shot up his body. It was better than he expected. The gentle smile she was giving him was enough to drive him mad with these overcoming feelings he felt. Without any warning, he was on top of her, kissing her face in an almost reverently manner. The fragile girl giggled from underneath, feeling quite amused by his reaction. As Myrnin pulled her into a hug, her hands deliberately stroked the man's back, neck and hair slowly, making him shiver with every gentle touch he got. Myrnin broke the hug, only to stare at her in the eye. The warmness that radiated from them was as good as the sweetest blood for Myrnin, enough to drive him into a delirious state within seconds.
A soft kiss was pressed on her lips, reviving her in such ways that she didn't thought possible, making her insides tremble like a leaf that was about to fall from a tree in an autumn day. Pressing his lips on hers once more, she saw the stars that Myrnin was giving her by lengthening the kiss. The vampire sucked on her lips hungrily, wanting to taste her completely knowing that he shouldn't and couldn't, at least not now. He needed to stop, but did not found the sufficient strength to do so, he didn't want to hurt her but his body was acting on his own. Those thoughts immediately vanished when the female surrounded his neck with her thin arms, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss even further. An involuntary moan left the predator's mouth, losing itself in the smaller cavern of the other. Small, silent mewls bounced around the quiet room, filling it with an eerily pleasant music. Myrnin pressed his body against hers, being careful to not put his complete weight onto the girl. Margaret shivered, making a loud moan escape the male's lips. His insides ached for the girl, burned with intensity as their tongues brushed against each other roughly. Slim fingers fumbled with the buttons of his vest, until they finally slipped open. Very calmly, Margaret started taking Myrnin's shirt off, teasing him a bit. When she'd shed the piece of cloth, her hands slowly traced the tight muscles of his pale chest, making it very clear that she wanted all of him without exception. Without thinking it twice, Myrnin surrendered himself to the curious hands of the female, feeling lightheaded as she fumbled with his pants. Their lips parted ever so slightly and the capable tongue of the vampire traced her lips, shivering along with the insane butterflies that were on his stomach. Their eyes met and Myrnin started taking his pants off, making sure to stare at the girl as he did so.
Margaret blushed a little bit as her eyes took in the beautiful piece of art that was Myrnin. Every line and curve on his naked body was perfect, without any flaw at all. Personally, Margaret liked the naked Myrnin better, knowing that she could stare at this…this godly master piece that was hers only. A smile crept on her lips at the thought. The girl watched as her lover started undoing the buttons of her night shirt with slightly trembling hands. Myrnin licked his lips nervously as he went lower to take her pants off, the mere thought of Margaret, in her naked glory, made him tremble out of pleasure. Once they were both naked, he couldn't help but stare at his lover's body. There was a pink scar on her chest and he bent down to kiss it gently. Wrapping her arms around the male's neck, Myrnin heard small pants coming out of her warm mouth. One look at her face was enough to make him lose the remaining control he had left. Smirking, he bucked his hips against hers boldly; the girl gave a loud, surprised moan. Getting the right reaction from Margaret, he continued doing so, until low screams of pleasure filled the room completely. His lips sucked crazily at her mouth as he continued to buck his hips against hers. The pleasure that was overflowing from their bodies in the form of moans was so intense that made them crave for more and more. Taking her hands, away from his neck, he placed them on his chest, making sure that she could feel him as much as he was feeling her. A few minutes passed and Myrnin felt one of Margaret's hand slip to his throbbing organ. His eyes instantly widened as a gasp made its way to his mouth. Margaret gave him a firm squeeze.
"A-Ahh…F-fuck." Myrnin mumbled incoherently, it felt so good just like it had on his dream.
As her hand moved up and down his length he kept moaning, getting louder as the pace increased. Without noticing so, he was bucking at her hand, thrusting at the same pace she was. He couldn't take this anymore. It felt good and all, but he'd rather be thrusting into her, not her hand. Gently taking her hand away from his cock, he slammed into her hard; making the girl let an ear piercing scream escape her lips. Myrnin apologized by placing small kisses along her jaw and lips, soothing her as best as he could.
"M-Myrnin, y-you're very…big!" gasped Margret making Myrnin laugh lowly. She'd said that too on his dream, he though delightfully.
It was a matter of seconds when Margaret was weakly pleading Myrnin to move faster by thrusting her hips upwards. This time, Myrnin started moving slowly, moaning along the female as he did so. Soon, the moans echoed in the room, turning them on even further. Their hands traced every line of their bodies, not afraid of what might happen in the future, making them smile in a pleasant manner as they did so. This moment seemed like a dream they were both having, not quite believing that it was finally happening. They tried to remember how many times they'd wished for this, but it didn't matter anymore.
With one last loud moan, Myrnin released his seeds into her, giving her the shivers as she felt the warmness run through her body possessively. Myrnin smiled and kissed her passionately, still inside her. He lay down on the bed, placing Margaret on top of him. He wrapped his legs around her small waist teasingly and instantly felt her shiver. Cracking a smile he whispered seductively in her ear:
"You like that don't you?"
Giggling, Margaret looked up at him, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose affectionately. "Mmm…yes I do, a lot."
The man laughed halfheartedly, kissing her forehead gently. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, feeling happier than he'd ever felt in all those years he lived. Every regret and worry were out of sight for him, everything he could see, feel, hear and smell had only one name, and it was Margaret Russell.
"I love you." Whispered Margaret, hiding her face against his chest shyly.
Myrnin wrapped her into a hug, his eyes wide. He wasn't expecting that, well at least not in the tone she'd said it. That little tone, which she used, made his cock twitch in pleasure inside her, she felt that. A smile was plastered on his features as his mind replayed those three words that made him feel all warm inside and out. He wanted it to hear it again, but the words just wouldn't come out. Somehow he managed to get his voice to work.
"Say it again."
Margaret looked up at him, her cheeks flushed in a deep crimson. "I love you."
Melting completely, Myrnin kissed the girl fiercely, until they both were out of breath. He pressed their foreheads together, until their breathing slowed down to normal, then looking at her eyes, eh spoke the words that were burning to come out.
"I love you too." With one last hug, he slipped out of her and wrapped her against himself, while placing the bed sheets on top of them. A smile was playing on their lips when sleep got the best of them.
