*Coughs.* Incoming M rating, friends. :P
"Veil, enough!"
It was so unlike the vampire to shout, that it stilled her attempts to escape. But that didn't keep her from glaring up at him like she wanted his face to burst into flame.
Veil's heart was pounding in her ears as she looked up at the blond vampire. His hair had fallen in long tendrils around his face, and his gold eyes were narrowed in frustration as he kept her pinned against the thick wood beam in the center of the hotel suite. She was out of breath - she hurt - her heart was pounding in her chest. God, it felt good. She'd take that over the emotional strain of recent events any day.
She tasted copper in her mouth, and knew he had split her lip with his vicious palm to the face. Veil ran her tongue along her lower lip, and felt the cut. He hadn't gone easy on her - and she was grateful for that. She'd heal quick enough, anyway. Veil welcomed the pain that came with a fistfight. Welcomed the pounding heartbeat in her throat - the shallow breaths. The catharsis was wonderful. She saw him - saw his own heart pounding beneath the vein on his neck.
His fingers were squeezing her shoulders - and she didn't want him to let go. He'd been the only thing keeping her grounded since they reappeared here in Brasov. Since the fight against Lyon and Death had gone so undoubtedly poorly. She'd have started walking for the horizon without him having pulled her back.
She knew she should be debating Alistair's request - but it was hard to focus with the man standing in front of her. Especially considering who the man was.
But where they found themselves now - as her dark eyes met his gold ones - she saw something there, in this heady moment, that both terrified and excited her. His eyes were beginning to turn crimson at the edges - leaking inwards. They were locked on her lower lip. The hands around her upper arms tightened slowly. Why? Oh… right. The blood at her mouth from the cut.
His lips suddenly crashed against hers in a violent kiss - and she let out a small 'nf!' in her throat as he did. He pulled back away from her at noise of surprise, but he did not withdraw more than a few inches. He waited her to speak - to complain, to fight. Veil had lost all her words.
Her heart seemed to stop beating as it hung in the balance - as they watched each other in that moment, both of them feeling on the edge of a precipice. The edge of a knife.
He leaned forward, slowly - inching his head closer to hers, and she froze. Her heart was lodged like a rock in her throat as she held her breath - and she thought even her heart had stopped beating.
Adrian moved his head even closer still, and she felt him kiss against her chin, felt him lick at the blood that had run down from her small wound, trailing his kisses up, following the thin red line to where it began. She didn't move - didn't fight or turn her head away, as he let his lips close against the cut on her lower lip, and she felt his tongue slowly, exploratively, run along along it, licking it clean of blood.
A noise - almost a whimper, escaped her parted lips, feeling his chill breath against her face. Her stomach had done a full cartwheel and robbed her of breath, of words, of everything.
He paused then and slowly, he pulled his head back away from her, his breath heavy from both their previous fight, and his current battle to maintain control of himself.
Dark eyes to molten gold, edged in crimson, as he waited for her to protest. Waited for her to fight, to tell him to stop, to kick at him. To even say that she was unsure, uncertain. He waited for her to give him any sign that she didn't enjoy that just as much as he did.
There was no protest to give.
The air hung still for a moment as everything stopped.
Once more, Adrian's lips crashed against hers in a rough kiss - and she made a small noise in her throat once more. But this time, not one of shock.
His skin was cool against hers, as he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Their eyes both slid shut in the heat of it. It felt more like they were still fighting than a kiss at all, and she welcomed it. It was bruising, violent - and the fiery, hungry and unyielding need made up for the tepid nature of his skin.
He pushed away from her, as he suddenly seemed to realize what he had done. He took a step back - his chest heaving with breath as they watched each other - each unsure, each caught in the moment.
She watched and nearly moaned as he ran his tongue along his lower lip. He was tasting the blood - her blood - that stained his lips pink. It gave him the false appearance of life if but for that brief moment.
His eyes were gold and crimson both, as he clearly fought against his hunger - or maybe hungers, plural. He looked guarded - nervous, almost. Their moment after Octavian's tortures taught her that much - that he was ashamed of this carnal, primal and starved side of him that reared its head, whenever he let emotions reign. That he was afraid of what he might do to her. Wary, and afraid to burn a bridge to the ground in what she knew he felt was an unworthy need.
Veil let a small breath flow through parted lips, still swollen from his kiss - as she made up her mind.
Let it burn.
Veil slipped two fingers into the front band of his pants. The black fabric was dangerously low cut to begin with - and her fingers now came achingly close to something else entirely. She yanked him back to her, pulling him by that point alone.
Adrian could have easily resisted her - could have kept his footing, if he wanted to. But instead, he let himself be pulled forward - let her hand tangle in his platinum hair at the base of his neck. She pulled his head back down to hers, and kissed him - intent on warming his lukewarm lips with the embrace of her own.
His hands found her hips, and she felt him lift her up, her back sliding against the wooden beam, to ease the strain as he met her attentions with his own. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not wanting to let him go.
Adrian seemed to have no intent on leaving. His lips working hungrily against hers. He tilted his head to the side, his tongue flicking against her lips - asking for entrance. She granted it, and felt him delve into her mouth - tasting more of the heat that was there. He let out a shuddering noise as he pressed her harder against the beam - as if by that means alone he could absorb more of her warmth.
Both her arms were now around him - one still tangled in his hair, the other holding him close to her. He was so beautiful… so achingly perfect. So otherworldly in his appearance. The feeling of his strength against her made her want to melt - crumble into nothing and fall at his mercy. She pulled him flush against her body, and he closed the distance between them, pressing his chest against hers. Veil felt his hands slide up her body now that she supported her own weight with her legs about him - and he was grasping for her, fingers curling the fabric of her tank top in his hands.
Adrian pressed his hips against hers suddenly, an instinctual motion, one full of need, and she could feel his growing arousal against her as she tightened her legs against him in response to meet him. His muscles were taut, his lithe body tense as he pressed her against the beam even harder than before.
Their kiss broke as he did, and she let out a wavering gasp. Adrian was watching her, half-lidded eyes now mixed with gold and crimson, clouded with passion. He pressed against her once more, as if testing the waters - to see how she would react. A question. A statement of intent.
Another small noise, this time a faint moan, left her lips as she realized exactly what that did to her - and wished he wouldn't stop. His lips were parted, fangs still barely visible as he too, breathed heavily for air.
Once again, she saw in him the fear to continue. That if she kept pushing him, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. If she wanted to turn away, this was her last chance. She felt his breath, chill against her lips as he waited - a sharp contrast to his heated expression.
Even as she felt him pressed against her and felt the passion and want that burned in him - she knew he'd simply put her down, walk away, and forget any of this ever happened, if she asked him to.
Fuck that.
She wound her hand into his hair at the base of his neck, and pulled his head sharply backwards. Adrian hissed - both in pain and something else, his eyes still half-lidded in passion and hunger. Still, he watched her with a keen, razor-sharp interest.
Veil leaned her head forward, and let her lips graze along his jawline - and kissed the spot just below his ear, letting him feel her hot breath against his more lukewarm skin. She could feel him shudder underneath her, the muscles underneath her hand against his shoulders tensed and rippled at her caress.
She let her lips trail up to his ear, leaving behind a series of wet, hot kisses before she whispered to him, her own voice thick as it escaped her throat. "You can't break me."
The hands at her side dug harshly into her skin, and she feels a sudden movement as she finds herself half-thrown across the room. Staggering backwards, she felt a piece of furniture at the backs of her legs - but she was too startled to look. For a moment, she was sure she had offended Adrian - that she'd hear the door slam shut.
But she could barely gather her wits - hadn't even managed to raise her head before she felt him pressed against her once more. A hand yanked her blue hair painfully back in turn, and his lips were on hers again as he craned her head back to meet him.
His other hand went to her lower back, sliding underneath her shirt, fingers dragging along her skin. She could feel his nails against her - and she was sure he was leaving raised red marks in his wake. He broke the kiss for a moment, and pulls her tank top off over her head, and tosses it to the floor. It was in his way. She looks up at him, her chest heaving with her quickened breath.
Adrian seemed in a very similar state as his gaze wandered down her neck, joined by the fingers of one of his hands. It was her turn to shudder at his touch - as he let his fingers wander down the side of her neck and the tempo pulsing beneath the skin.
He lingered there for a moment before letting his fingers wander down to her shoulder, to the strap of her lace bra. He slid it down, maddeningly slow, until it draped, loose around her arm. His tilted his head down to her, and his lips took the place of his fingers, kissing her shoulder, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Veil let her head fall back as his lips trail back up to her neck, and for a moment, she wonders if he's going to bite her again. It seems he wishes to, as his fangs barely prick her skin. She waits for the pain of it, but it doesn't come. Instead, he lets out a low growl. Both his hands are suddenly on her shoulders and with a single quick motion, he pushes her backwards.
Veil lets out a startled squeak as she falls over whatever piece of furniture was at the back of her legs - and her hands grasping at empty air as she tries to catch herself as she falls backwards. She falls - but onto a soft surface - and it takes her a split second to realize it was the bed that he had backed her up against.
She glared up at him, even through her desire.
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest at her moment of instinctual fear at falling - and his lips are smirking as they meet hers. He leans his agile frame down over her - one hand on either side of her, caging her in.
Platinum hair brushes against her face as she leans up to deepen the kiss, feeling him shift as he pulls her further up onto the hotel comforter. One of his knees settles between hers, and she feels his hand run down her side, trailing lower. Fingers splayed across her stomach, and she lets out a small noise as he does. He deftly undoes the button and then the zipper of her jeans, and before long, she is lying beneath him in only her underwear.
One of her hands slides along his cheek, letting her thumb trail his jawline. His tongue is against hers again as he kisses her once more - chilled, tasting of iron. It's an odd sensation, but a welcome one. Veil wants to warm him by sheer contact alone - and she lets her own tongue dip into his mouth, exploring him.
He is suddenly kneeling, one of her legs to either side of him, her thighs on his. His hands, now free from supporting his own weight, wander along her skin - surveying her, palms and fingers tracing down her legs, then up her sides in a way that makes her muscles tighten in response - makes her back arch into his hand as it grazes over the black lace of her bra.
He seemed in no hurry - lazily exploring her, golden eyes, still rimmed in crimson, attentively watching her every move as he let his chill fingertips run along her. Veil felt like she was a burning fire - her skin hot in contrast to his. She pulled in a deep breath, letting her lungs fill and slowly empty past parted lips as he seemed to try and memorize every inch of her - his fingers brushing along her body, pressing harder here and there, to see what she'd do.
Veil writhed under his scrutiny, as much as his hands. Sensing her unease, he smiled faintly again and leaned down once more, letting his lips languidly meet hers. She invited him closer, her fingers tangling into his unbleached, bloodstained muslin shirt.
When he broke the kiss, his face hovering barely an inch from hers, she muttered one word as she gripped at his shirt tighter. "Off."
Adrian sat back up, and obediently took the edge of his ruined shirt and lifted it off over his head, tossing it aside. His golden eyes were molten fire, now - watching her still with a keen interest as she let her hand run slowly up along his stomach. Christ… he was so perfect. The scars that decorated his pale skin did nothing to mar his beauty - in fact, if anything, it made him somehow more grounded in reality. Less like the painting or sculpture he resembled.
With a wicked grin that was the only clue she was up to trouble, she snatched his wrist and yanked, pulling him down towards her. His eyes went wide in surprise as she twisted, using the momentum to plant him on his back against the bed, with her now straddling his thighs.
Adrian tried to sit up - something reflexive in him wanting to fight back, but she put a hand flat against his chest and shoved him back down. She ticked a figure in front of his face as if to say 'no you don't.'
His eyes glinted in surprise and interest as he laid his head back against the bed. Eager to see what she was planning. This was unexpected to him, she could tell - foreign territory. Maybe his other lovers had never been so forward with him. Good. Their loss, her gain.
Veil leaned down over him, letting one hand run up his side. She began kissing at his collarbone - both gestures gentle, at least for the moment. Veil let her lips wander to just where his chest and shoulder met. She swirled her tongue along his sensitive skin for a brief moment before sinking her teeth down. Hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to break through the surface. It might not last for long - but she was intent on leaving a mark on his skin as proof that she'd been there. In time with her bite, she dug her nails into his side, low along the level of his dangerously cut pants, and raked them up along him.
Adrian hissed in a breath through clenched teeth and writhed. The exhale was a low growl - and she felt his hand tangle in her dark blue hair, winding it around his fingers. But he did not pull her head away from him. Instead, he seemed more than content to let her kiss at the reddening mark on his skin that she had left - content to let her lips wander to another tender part of his skin and repeat the process.
This time, she pulled the skin into her mouth with a hard pressure, and let the suction rub his skin against her teeth. This one would be purple when she was done, and she smiled at herself as he buckled underneath her, nearly thrashing in response. The pleasured, heavy, almost shocked and disgruntled noises that escaped his mouth were amazing - better than she'd have imagined, and she wanted to hear more from him. It almost sounded like they were still trading fists, instead of kisses.
When her mouth wandered to his neck - she could feel his heart pounding there - the tempo racing under her suddenly featherlight kisses. It was one of the only indications that she had that what she was doing was affecting him. Well, that, and what she could feel pressing against her abdomen, straining for freedom.
She chuckled low in her throat, and let her hand rake up his side again - nails digging into his skin, leaving raised welts. He growled again, louder this time, and it ended in something she could almost describe as a moan. When she bit down on the skin of his neck, sucking the tender flesh into her mouth to swirl her tongue around it as she released the grip of her teeth, he let out a low sigh of pleasure and bent his knees, sliding her body to straddle his hips.
Veil let out a small moan of her own, as she felt him press against her. His other hand was at her own hip, digging in, pushing her body down as he pressed his hips up. It was a primal movement, and it sent her mind reeling. It broke the clamp she had on his neck, and she was unable to do anything at all but gasp in air, feeling his hard body press against her own burning need.
The grip on her hair tightened, and she felt him pull her head back away from his neck. The grip was painful, but it wasn't a noise of suffering that left her lips as he tilted her head away from him. His lips met hers in an impatient hunger, a growl again forming in his throat as he pressed his hips once again up into her, this time lifting him, and her, from the sheets.
When he finally released the grip on her hair, she sat up, looking down at him - and she let out a wavering breath. God, the sight of him was enough to make her head spin. His lithe, muscular body - built like a jungle cat. Efficient. Dangerous. Hungry. Beautiful. Perfectly designed. Inhuman.
As he lifted his hips into her again, she let her own rock against his, sliding herself against him - and both of them let out small, surprised noises in response - both of them shocked at the other's need.
Her thoughts were cut off as his hand trailed down her side to grip her hips, opposite the other, and press himself up against her again, his half-lidded, molten eyes sliding shut in a small moan. She joined it with one of her own, feeling his hardness press against her. Patience, goddamnit, she swore at herself in her mind.
He would love her like a medieval prince, if that's what she wanted. He'd worship her, gently tend to her needs, kiss her tenderly. He would make no demands of her, if that's how she wanted it to go. When the hell would anybody want anything like that, from something like him?
No. Veil wanted to torment him - to make him lose himself - to push him past the breaking point. She wanted to know what it was like, when he lost control. God, the idea of a lust-mad Adrian made her stomach flip over in equal parts fear and excitement. She wanted to jab at the sleeping tiger until it ate her alive. She wanted to snap his control and let him wreak unholy hell on her.
She lifted one of his hands from her hip, as they fell into a slow, repeated pattern. He would lift his hips against her firmly, and she would rock hers against him in response, both of them feeling the arcing pleasure that came from it, washing up over them and threatening to consume them. This slow, gentle dance of lovers as they explored each other for the first time. He'd continue and finish this way happily, if that's what she wanted.
Veil had something very different in mind. She guided his hand upwards and encouraged him to trail it up her side, along the canyon between her breasts, higher up over her throat, and lifted it to her face. She let her tongue slide up his long index finger, rolling it around his fingertip, letting her eyes drift even closer to shut, barely peeking at his reaction. She kissed the side of it before taking it into her hot mouth. It was more than a little suggestive of what she wanted to do to him.
He moaned low in his throat, a deep and anguished sound. She felt him eagerly press his chilled finger into her, sliding it along her tongue as she rolled it around his digit. He was almost touching the back of her throat before withdrawing and pressing it in again. This time he went deeper, as if testing her once more. To see how far he could truly go with her.
She sucked on his finger slow and hard in strong pulls as he pressed back against her - once, twice, three times while she let out an appreciative sound of her own. The feeling lit a fire in her she hadn't known in ages - and god, it felt good. And god, it was with Adrian. The thought almost made her laugh at the ridiculousness of it.
His motions brought her back to the present as he slid his finger back into her throat. She guided the action - but he guided the speed. Each time he pressed his finger into her mouth, he pressed his hips up against her, as though he were trying to combine the two.
Adrian was watching her, rapt, stunned and drunk on her actions as he let her suck his finger back into his mouth. As she slid his finger out of her mouth, she left her lips parted, let him trail his finger along her lips, moistening them - promising to let them wrap around something more than just his finger, if that's what he wanted.
Suddenly, he sat up halfway, and pressed two fingers into her mouth - demanding entrance. There was no telling him no - no stopping him from forcing them against her tongue and pushing deeper. Veil welcomed him in with a moan that was louder than she had expected. She tilted her head back with his invasion, arching her back and rocking her hips against him as she feels his tepid fingers slide back and forth against her. She sucked on him greedily, and is rewarded with another broken moan from beneath her.
Veil wanted this as badly as he did. Wanted to do this, just as much as he wanted it to be done. His voice hitched in his throat, as he let out a deep, almost violently impatient sound. His fingers dug tighter into her side, and she knew she'd have thin red crescents in her skin from his nails.
Her silent question of 'may I?' had been answered not with a 'yes please,' but an urgent 'right now.' Veil was starting to break down his gentlemanly exterior - the great prince of the night - and meeting the beast that slept inside. She wanted more of it. No, she needed more of this unleashed and raw side of him.
She pulled his fingers slowly from her lips, taking her sweet time - knowing it was sheer agony for him. He leaned back down against the bed. Veil guided his hand to her breast, and he gripped it - squeezing it none too gently through her bra. She gasped - letting out a small mewl as he kneaded her skin beneath his hand. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra - and he impatiently tore the impeding fabric from her as soon as it was free.
Both hands were now at her chest, running chill fingers along her skin, exploring and tormenting her. She let her eyes slide shut, let her head fall back as he worked. She cried out sharply as he pinched her nipple hard between two fingers - it was already a hard bud, and the sensitive flesh lit with pain.
Veil glared down at him, and the face only made him laugh - a low, deep sound in his throat. "You deserved that…"
His voice was velvet, deep - thick with passion and heat. She leaned down and kissed him - pressing her bare chest against his, feeling his hands run down her back, only to dig his nails in and claw at her skin the same as she had done to him. A high-pitched noise left her and fell against his lips at the sensation.
She kissed him - taking her sweet time, ignoring his attempts to deepen it. Each time he lifted his head to try and do so, she pulled her head away, just barely. Veil'd tease him until he exploded, if she had any say in the matter. She propped herself up on one elbow, and let her free hand wander down the center of his chest.
Breaking the kiss to watch him, she dug her nails into his skin, and raked them down - from his mid chest, down to where he disappeared into his pants. Veil wasn't gentle with it - he'd heal fast enough anyway. His golden eyes closed and he snarled, his fangs extended, arching into her, his back lifting off the bed.
She wanted to watch his face as she lowered herself down his body, letting her tongue trace the angry red line her fingernails had made. He was watching her in turn, eyes half-lidded with lust as she slid down him. The look on his face was over-eager, and starving - craving everything she did - and it drove her on.
Finally, she reached her destination. Her hands ran along his thighs, letting her thumbs trace the taut muscles and tendons of his inner legs as she trailed them upwards - touching everything but his arousal, straining painfully against the fabric of his trousers. Veil let herself circle her tongue around on the skin just below his belly button, lapping at a red raised welt, before nipping gently at the sensitive flesh of his lower stomach.
She worked her hands against his thighs - teasing and massaging him, touching everything but the part that was begging for it. A growl of pleasure and impatience both left his throat, and her hair was tangled in his hand once more as it pooled like liquid sapphire against his pale skin.
"Woman, I swear to the gods in hell…" he threatened, his voice deep and thick.
Veil laughed quietly, and looked up at him in very badly faked innocence. "What?" she asked, even as she finally let her hand run up his hard length - starting at the base and slowly gliding upwards, applying pressure as she did.
He moaned in his throat, and let his head fall back against the bed, his hips raising up towards her hand to try and deepen the sensation. The hand in her hair fisted tightly as she touched him. She stroked her hand slowly back down as he lowered his hips, slowly repeating the pattern. Feeling him rut up against her in a desperate search for fulfillment.
Veil lowered her head down, and placed a kiss against him through the fabric, and laughed as he growled once more. "You're so impatient," she scolded him playfully even as she undid the belts of his pants, and working the buttons that lead from the band downwards, finally freed him from the confines of his clothing.
God… he was gorgeous. His pale, cool skin just made him seem more like a deity to her - belonging in some romantic tale of yore, not here before her, begging to be touched.
Veil took him in her hand, and his breath hitched - pausing entirely in anticipation. Slowly, knowing it was not nearly fast enough for him, she let her tongue run up his length, savoring it, from base to tip - letting her hot breath pour against his tepid skin. The gasp he had been holding in his lungs came out a raspy, incoherent sound.
She let her tongue continue, swirling it slowly around him when it reached the end, before descending once more. Her eyes slid shut in enjoyment of the moment. In enjoyment of him. Of listening to him hiss and try to mute himself as she tried to heat his cold flesh with her hot tongue. The moments ticked by as she lavished him with her attention, leaving no part of his length untouched.
Finally, she let herself moan against him as she took him into her mouth and he filled it - let her lips seal around him as she pushed him deeper in, depressing her tongue as he entered her. He was at her mercy, and she loved it. He was panting for air, barely audible noises coming from him as she focused on what was in front of her.
His hips bucked off of the bed as he let out a strangled noise in his throat, his hand in her hair fisting tighter. Adrian pushed her head lower - desperately. She obliged him, but on her terms - tilting her head to the side to better her angle. She let her head bob on him slowly, twisting her head as she did, letting her tongue slide around him lewdly - uncaring, knowing what kind of picture she was painting for him. If he cared, his moans did not tell her otherwise. But still, he pushed her down harder, wanting more of him to disappear between her lips.
Veil pulled in a breath through her nose and held it, as she pushed him further down into her mouth, and deep into her throat.
Adrian's strangled noise became a low keening sound, as she slowly pressed him further down into her hot throat. She let him push her head down against him, her nose against his abdomen, as he throbbed inside of her. She held him there for a long moment before she pulled back. She gasped for air when she could breathe once more, and let out a whimper of pleasure of her own. Her hands were splayed across his lower body - one went to cup his base as she pushed herself back down once she had caught enough breath to do so.
Adrian drew a sharp hiss of air in between his teeth and his hips bucked up against her again. Veil let out a startled noise as he pushed her forcefully down onto him - jamming her down until he was buried in her to the hilt. His one hand was no longer gripping her hair, but grasping the back of her head, forcing it down onto her with a desperate and animalistic want. He was starting to lose control. She balled up her fist and went to slam it into his thigh to remind him who was in charge - but his other hand grasped her wrist almost painfully.
He pulled her head back as he let his hips fall against the bed - and she had barely a moment to fill her aching lungs with air through her nose, before he pressed her back down, and his hips back up. As he buried himself in her once more, her mouth, her throat, filled with him - he pressed harder at the end, as if straining to go somehow deeper. The pattern repeated, once, twice, again and again, as he repeatedly slid down her hot throat. Each time, he let out a hitched, broken noise from deep in his chest.
Veil let him drive - let him eke out his pent up aggressions against her, felt him press into her until every inch was gone. Only then he'd withdraw until almost all of him had left her. The hand at his base stroked and encouraged him - even with the hasty and selfish nature of his motions. If she had the air to moan, she would have.
But it could only go for so long. Veil was running painfully low on air. Her head was swimming. She took her free hand and slapped his leg once - tapping out.
Adrian got the hint, and pulled her head from him entirely, and she lay there, gasping for air - her chest heaving in quick and unsteady breaths. Her eyes shut as her world reeled around her. Adrian half-dragged her up his body, and their positions were once again reversed. She was beneath him, as he hovered over her.
He was kissing her, hungrily, needily - his tongue delving into her mouth posessively. It was a beastial, primal thing above her. She loved it.
Adrian stopped briefly to look down at her, his eyes now fully crimson. "I think you may be a succubus, sent to torment me..." he whispered to her, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest. He ran a thumb along her jaw, tracing her lower lip, now swollen from his hard kisses. "Do you know what you've done? Do you know what you've released?"
She looked up at his red eyes and smirked playfully. He was so pent up inside himself, even now. She moved her head to grasp his thumb in between her teeth, letting them scrape along his skin before answering him wickedly. "That was the point…" She felt his hand slide down her neck and to her chest, felt him knead her sensitive skin again, as she moaned low and arched up against him. She lifted her arms over her head, grasping at the pillows and the headboard, letting him explore her, free of her meddling.
His hand wandered lower, and she felt him pull away her underwear, finally leaving her fully naked underneath him. His hand cupped her, and she felt him begin to focus his aimless touching - dipping a finger into the heat that was almost growing painful at her core. Veil cried out, arching into him, her head rolling back in unashamed pleasure.
He let out a small groan in his throat, his head lowering to her ear, nipping at it, letting his tongue run slowly along it, as he ran his finger deeper into her, before retracting. "You are so warm..." he whispered against her ear. His finger was cool against her overwhelming heat, and although it was strange, it added to the sheer ecstasy of it all.
His head lowered to her breast, and she felt him roll his tongue around her nipple, sucking the hard bud into his mouth, biting down on it before soothing it with his lips. She whimpered and writhed, squirming against him as he took his time, mapping out her body beneath his ministrations.
It was his turn to torment her, it seemed. He kept his movements measured, slow, agonizingly pulling his hand away from her core, to explore her body again before returning. Each time he abandoned her and let his hand wander off, it made her mewl with pleasure and disappointment.
She lowered her hands finally into his platinum hair, and pulled him up to meet her. He kissed her jaw, let his tongue run along it slowly, making her arch her back into him. This time two fingers delved into her, and she choked off a cry in her throat. "Please…" she begged.
He knelt between her legs once more, and grabbing her thighs, pulled her closer to him. A hand at her lower back and another at her shoulder, and he tipped her up towards him - until she was sitting on his upper thighs, legs wrapped around him, arms around his neck and shoulders.
Adrian's lips met hers - breaking away from their desperate needs for just a moment and kissing her slowly. Firm, but gentle - as if it were the first time they'd kissed. Maybe that's more what he originally had in mind, she wondered.
But his teeth met her lower lip a second later, nipping at it, and she could feel his sharp fangs against her skin, threatening to break it. She moaned against him, and his hands ran to her hips, then scooped under her thighs, picking her up, pulling her flush against him - her bare chest touching his. She wound her arms around behind his neck.
They met eyes for a moment, as if each of them were asking the other if they were sure. That this would burn down the bridge. But it was a lie - the bridge had already been set ablaze. Each of them wanted this, each nervous that the other didn't.
Veil kissed him, deeply - as if to convince both of them that no, this was real. As he lowered her, she felt him press into her - and she broke the kiss to bury her head against the crook of his neck, and let out a cry, feeling her weight push him deeper into her as he stretched and filled her body.
He moaned, his low note meeting her higher one as he nuzzled his head into her hair. Soon he was buried in her body, pressing against her end, filling her to the brim. She felt his body tighten and melt in waves under her. As intense as their temperature difference must be for her - it must be doubly so for him.
Veil whimpered, and shifted, grinding her hips against him, wanting to feel more of him. He pulled in a sharp hiss through his teeth at her motion. Just as quickly, the moment of patience was gone. Now, only the hungry passion remained. He nearly threw her backwards - tipping her shoulders back to the bed, but keeping her hips raised and on his kneeling thighs. Only her shoulders touched the bed - and she had to put her arms out to support herself.
He didn't let off from where they were now joined. The angle pressed him into her in a way that threatened pain. Adrian's hands supported her hips, and kept her pinned against him like a vice. He pressed into her - harder, somehow going deeper - and she arched her back, crying out as the threat was made real.
Pain and pleasure both racked her body as he didn't move - didn't relent from the pressure as he dug himself deep into her core. She writhed, and her noises of agony and pleasure drew a deep laugh from him. "So beautiful… You might not be so glad for what you've done, when all is said and over," his voice was a deep purr, a heady growl that sounded little like him. The look on his face was a dark one - magnified by his crimson eyes.
Veil reached up to grab one of his arms with her hand - and wrapped her legs around his waist, cinching them to pull him even tighter into her - wincing in pain as she did. But it felt so goddamn good at the same time. She let out a sharp breath, and pulled in another in return. The feeling was equal parts agony and ecstasy. His look of hungry superiority was cracked as he gasped at the sensation. It was her turn to smirk up at him - seeing his bet and raising it. "Shut up, pretty boy."
One of his hands was then pinning her shoulders to the bed - the other gripping her hips, as he withdrew from her nearly all the way before slamming back in with all his force. A choked cry let her mouth as he did - and each time after that.
Adrian's control was slipping further and further towards nonexistent, as he pistoned in and out of her with a bruising force. Each time, a low, gutteral noise in him met her sharper, mewling cry. Veil finds herself holding on for dear life as he tips down over her to allow himself to move faster, although the force remains the same.
Her mind was dissolving into white noise - the only thing that existed was his painful and amazing presence. She kept her legs around his waist, lifting her hips to match each of his thrusts. It was nearly blinding her - so white-hot was the mixture of pain and pleasure. If it killed her, she'd die happy like this.
"Veil," he snarled out her name, and she felt his fangs brush her throat, over her jugular. It must have been a pounding drum if it matched the feeling of her heart in her throat.
He stopped, froze entirely. Veil let out a whimpering noise against him, and realized why he had gone still. Veil met his crimson gaze - both of them lost in the passion - but now his flickered with uncertainty. With guilt.
"Do it," she whispered to him, her hand tangling in his platinum hair.
"Veil-" he said her name again, and she wanted him never to stop saying it. But he was wavering, crimson eyes flickering between hers.
She turned her head away from him, only to pull his head back to her neck. "Adrian," she said his name in turn, a low whisper. "I want it."
That was enough to break what little control he had left. His fangs bit deep into her throat - and she cried out at the stinging pain. His thrusts resumed, although now they were not as measured as before - they were primal, harsh. And in time with her racing heart beat as her blood flowed into his mouth.
The feeling of him inside of her was almost too much for her to handle before it was joined by his teeth buried into her neck. A great, aching ecstasy from the bite crashed over her like a wave. Her legs still tight around him, she pulled him harder against her throat with her hand, her other arm grasping around his shoulders. Her nails dug into him - uncaring of whatever pain she brought him as she cried out.
Adrian moaned loudly against her skin as his bite was pressed deeper into her by her own doing - twin wounds widening as he dug in further.
It was visceral, brutal, euphoric - and threatened to wipe Veil's mind away for good as he overwhelmed her body in sensation. Her end rushed over like a crashing wave, as she arched and writhed underneath him, in a silent cry - so overwrought with it that she couldn't even form a noise. If she hadn't been pinned by him, she would have twisted from his grasp. It was almost impossible to tell if, or when, it faded. His attacks hadn't slowed, and kept her pouring over the cliff's edge, again and again.
Adrian's thrusts became suddenly harder and unforgiving - jerking her against the sheets as he was unable to keep himself at bay. His hand pressed her into the sheets, holding her still and obedient as he took his fill from her. With a deep, animalistic growl, he rammed into and held himself there. His teeth released her neck as he arched his back in his own broken cry, and she felt him spasm against her, as he too, finished.
The noise in his throat ebbed into a moan, and a heady gasping for air, as he caged her in, his arms on either side of her. He clutched her close to him, as if afraid she might vanish into nothingness. He shuddered, slumping down over her, lowering his head to her neck - and she let out a small moan in her throat as his tongue began to lap at the wound there - trailing the lines of blood that must have spilt.
Veil was shaking - trembling, every nerve on fire and trying to cool. Her hands were at his sides, and she slowly untangled her legs from him as he licked at her neck, swirling his tongue around the bites. She held him close, even still - not wanting to let him go. Her head was swimming - lightheaded for more than one reason as she laid there beneath him.
The noise in his throat now was that of an animal - a deep inhuman purr. His tongue tried to open one of the bite wounds further, digging into the hole as if trying to reach more of the liquid inside. He let out a low, pained whine, and she felt him turn his head away from her. His fingers in the sheets next to her balled into a fist.
He clearly wanted more, but was desperately fighting the urge.
"It's okay… Take it," she whispered to him. Even after all this, he was unwilling to impose more upon her. Even as she was naked beneath him, after everything they'd just done. "Adrian… If you want it, take it…"
She gasped as barely a breath happened before his teeth was in her throat again - reopening the same wound, digging deep into her flesh. He moaned in renewed ecstasy as her blood flowed into him once more.
Veil let her eyes slide shut, let herself enjoy the feeling of the pleasure and the closeness as it washed over her. She turned her head further away, to ease his strain, and he slid down her to lay against her, the hand at her upper arm squeezing and massaging it gently, as if coaxing her, trying to keep her calm.
But she trusted him - even if he killed her, it didn't matter. Not really, anyway. And god, it felt good. As she felt consciousness fade from her, the last thing she felt was his tongue against her skin, and his purr in her ear.
Adrian sighed deep in his throat. Truly, he was a miserable thing. Perhaps all the taunting his father and his minions had done at his behest over the years were not goading attempts to fuel his anger - but were, instead, rooted in fact.
He had brought them under the covers - and had carefully pulled them up around her. Lying there next to her, he was fraught with indecision. Leave his mighty and insurmountable recent impositions as they were, and let her rest on her own - which may insult her, when she awoke without him by her side. Or stay there with her, where he wished to be - which may insult her, when she awoke to find him by her side.
Was he forever to be torn in half? Even here, now? It seemed suitably ironic for him, that she seemed to accept his nature more than he himself did.
But, he had made his decision finally. That in one instance, where he left her to sleep without him - they might both awake miserable. If he stayed here beside her, at least he knew he would be content - even if she was not. Statistically, it was the safer option.
So he arranged the pillows beneath his shoulders and head, and let himself lay there, with her beside him, afraid to touch her. When she stirred - and rolled over, tucking her head onto his chest, draping an arm over him - he wondered if she knew what she had done. He had fed deeply from her - but had avoided killing her this time. His starvation was not nearly so keen as it had been, in Octavian's chambers.
She stayed there, sapphire hair pooling against his pale chest, sleeping. It was a peaceful slumber, free of dreams - and her warmth against his side, her slow breathing, and the steady thrum of her heart, lured him away as well.
He had dozed, now and again, for several hours. Until finally he found himself lying there, turning over the events of the day in his head once more, ruminating on what had happened. His fingers were lazily moving along the skin on her back in slow circles - winding and tracing around one of the black magic symbols that decorated her.
There were five in total - spaced vertically along her spine - the highest resting at the base of her neck, the last at her lower back. The last two he could not see at the moment, as he had pulled the sheets up over her. He was cold enough as it was, unable to much aid in keeping her warm if he were to leave her uncovered.
The decorations on her skin - as horrible as their purpose was, as dark of a history as they portended - were remarkable. Beautiful. Surprising. All traits that she in turn, shared. He found himself engrossed in them once more, delicately outlining them with his finger, tracing along the scattered lines and cryptic writing that he could not read.
"See, I told you I'd show them to you, if you asked nicely."
He blinked - astonished - not having heard her wake up. He must have utterly lost himself in thought. Her voice was quiet, playfully teasing him for what he was doing. She must have been able to tell, by the placement and movement on his fingers, what he had been once more engrossed in her markings.
"I… well," he stammered, uselessly.
Veil stretched, rolled onto her back, reaching her arms up over her head and leisurely arched herself against him - uncaring entirely of her nakedness. Adrian felt the urge to look away to protect her decency - and almost laughed at himself at the farcical thought.
"Good morning, or, evening - or whatever the fuck time it is," she said to him contentedly as she finished her stretch, looking up at him with a smile. "Can't tell, what with it being, y'know, permanently night out."
Adrian watched her, blankly - trying to catch up with what was happening. He found her reaction surprising - but to be fair, he was entirely unable to tell what it was that he had expected her to do instead.
Veil crooked an eyebrow in his direction, and she reached up to poke him in the nose. "Boop." He flinched, as if he had expected her to slap him - and she laughed hard. "Oh my god, Buttercup, relax."
"I… well," he repeated himself, feeling lost in the woods.
Veil rolled back over onto his chest, resting her arms on his chest to keep herself propped up, and looked at him, clearly amused. "Can we just skip the whole 'you think I have regrets, I think you have regrets' fight? We've been through that once already. Unless you feel like I took advantage of you last night," she said leadingly, teasing him. "If so, tell me - before I do it again."
Adrian let his hand touch her face, gently - for once trying to keep his thoughts out of the way. He let her fingers wander against her soft skin, feeling the warmth there underneath his fingertips. He let his fingers curl underneath her chin, and coax her forward. She came willingly, and he let his lips meet hers in a tender embrace.
He had wished to feel her lips against his for what now seemed like an eternity. Wondered what they might taste like, since their first sparring match - if he let himself admit he had such thoughts. But he had long since resigned himself to an empty existence, devoid of all such comforts. For now, in this quiet moment shared between him and the spitfire to which he had grown so enamoured, he allowed himself the surrender. When he parted from her, her heart was thumping faster in her chest.
That was a true kiss - one born of more than a fight and the beastial need that had completely and utterly ravished her - willingly or not. "I would like, if I may, to pretend as though that kiss came before the rest..."
Veil chuckled, and placed another kiss against his lips - shorter, sweeter than the first. When she pulled back, she was watching him with what he could only think of as admiration. "Sure. If anyone asks, I'll back up your story and say you were a total gentleman as you screwed me silly."
He almost rolled his eyes at her unflinchingly brazen observation in the flaw in what was meant to be a romantic phrase. Seeing his consternation, she laughed and kissed him again. This time, it was deeper - more drawn out, and it sent his hand to her lower back, feeling the hot skin there beneath his touch.
He felt the need, so long driven downwards into his person - so long denied, rise sharply once again.
For all the gods in heaven and hell, he would not have traded his night with her for anything. And to see her now - untouched by regret or shame, fully embracing the joy they had found in each other, made him ache for her again.
"You," she said quietly against his lips, even as she slung her leg over his to perch atop him. She pushed herself up on her arms halfway. He felt a great well of arousal flare like a signal fire within him - like she had dropped a torch into a great pit of lamp oil, as she so casually slid her body against him. "Are so… goddamn perfect… do you know that?"
How he wanted to feel that inferno again - throw himself into that molten volcano, the smelting furnace of her soul. He'd throw himself into it for all eternity, if she let him. Adrian tangled a hand in that sapphire hair at the back of her neck, and pulled her back down to him.
His other hand ran slowly down her back, across her rump, and squeezed it hard - which caused her breath to hitch and tighten in her throat. Her breath, as she exhaled, was a shuddering breath against his cheek. "They're going to wonder what the hell happened to us," she said with a sigh, hating to break the moment, as she tried to pull away.
Adrian didn't care. Let the others rot. His other hand slid to the back of her neck, and drew her closer to him. Even as she tried to pull away, he did not allow it - instead letting his cool, moist breath hit her ear. "There may be little opportunity in the future…" he reminded her. She shuddered against him, and he felt her weaken against his advances. Her argument crumbled to dust against him.
To know such strength would bend under his touch - such defiant and unbreakable steel would turn so supple and pliable to him, only spurred him on. "Let them wonder…"
His fingers looped through her hair - once, twice, winding them around his fingers as he pulled her back from his lips - urging her to lean upwards as she straddled him. The sheets fell away from them as she did, and left her body for his perusal. His other hand roamed her body, grazing up her chest and indulging his desire to touch every part of her.
Adrian was not foreign to such physical acts. Being the son of Dracula - a prince, heir apparent to the throne of darkness - many women made advances on him. Succubi, vampires, and humans alike in his day. He was not a callous, empty creature - never used and tossed them aside like so many men of 'court' would be expected to do. But each kept no interest for him. Each was a game, so readily mastered and shallow. And in turn, each one found him too much, or too little, like the darkness that raged in half of his soul.
But her... Oh, this creature before him. Adrian bent his knees, letting her hips settle on him as they had the night prior. Felt the heat of her body press against his growing arousal, free of the fabric that had separated them before.
She moaned - wantonly, her head tilting back, exposing her long and beautiful neck that she had willingly offered him now not only out of necessity - but out of pleasure. One of his hands now wandered against her breast - manipulating her body between his fingers, feeling her stiffen and arch in pleasure against him.
What a wonder she was. To be played so much like an instrument, yet never conceding the battle. Surrendering to him so completely, and yet not at all - in the same breathless noise.
Her own hand was then at where their bodies met. Hot and sure of its movements, she began stroking his length slowly. Her careful, but not tentative touches lighting the fire in him anew, as if it had never blazed before.
He felt a moan leave his mouth - one of many he had issued recently. More than he had in centuries. Her thumb worked the vein on his member, ascending and descending against his length. Now he wondered who was manipulating whom. Which of them played the other so much like an orchestral harp? Was it indeed he, or now, was it she instead? Likely it was both - each one delighting in the other.
He cared not, feeling him twitch and throb in her hand, watching as her half-lidded, lustful gaze looked down at him with such a scalding fervor that it made him swallow thickly in the back of his throat.
She slid his body against him, rubbing her hips forward and back, and he hissed air through his teeth. He lifted his body up to meet and kiss her - desperate to taste her lips - but she pushed him back down.
Instead, she leaned down onto him - her motions never ceasing, rubbing her body along his. She kissed him and granted his wish, even as she shifted once more, her hand guiding him to her entrance.
She sat back up, and with that, slipped herself down onto him, filling herself with his body as they both arched, lost in pleasure. Lost in the euphoria brought by the other. Adrian's hand splayed against her stomach, wishing he could worship the creature that embraced him so willingly. Instead, he moaned low, pressed his hips up against her - lifting off the bed, raising her with it.
"This isn't how you pictured it happening, is it..?" she asked him, heated breath gasping down at him, even as he withdrew from her nearly to the end, before pressing back into her. Slower, this time - savoring every ounce of her. No, in his darkest moments, he could not have painted this picture above him - around him, melting him. He would have never dared dream a moment like this, not in a thousand years. But if there was one thing he had learned - it was that she was full of surprises.
"With you, nothing ever does…"