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So, it took me forever to write and edit this chapter. Sex scenes kill me. But I think it turned out okay. Tres lemony! ;-) Let me know what you think.
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Chapter 3: Deeper
I run to him at full speed and attack him. The bench gives out beneath us and cracks to pieces. My lips crash into his lips as I clasp his neck with one hand and the back of his head with the other. I pull him closer. God, he's delicious. Licorice, cloves, honey, peppermint… so many flavors I hadn't tasted in all my vampire years I could taste in his mouth. I straddle his hips with my legs and pull myself away to look at him for a moment. His eyes are glowing rubies. He pulls me back down to him and kisses me sweetly. His tongue meets mine first, and they begin a war or swirls and caresses. I unlock our lips and take a deep breath, only to breathe him into my lungs. I let out a sigh and he smiles at me.
"I have to tell you something, Victoria," he says.
"What? What is it?" I ask, nervous. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no… not at all, it's just…"
"Well? Spit it out, then!" I raise my voice a little, frustrated. What the fuck is wrong with him? But then he smiles again and I cannot help but be dazzled by him.
"I have always loved you," he whispers.
"I have always loved you," he had whispered, and I stared at him for a whole two seconds before finding the ability to respond. I couldn't think of anything romantic to say, because honestly, I can't remember having any romantic feelings toward James until this very moment. I may have at one time, but it was so long ago. All of those human memories are so faded and blurry, locked in a corner of my mind far out of reach. Locked away so I don't go crazy thinking about them and how much I desperately wish things had gone differently in my life.
He's waiting for a response, so I roll my eyes at him, because I don't want him to love me. I don't want to love him. He's hurt me before, and more than likely, he'll hurt me again. Fuck! Why am I here? Why is he here? One hundred years of nothing from him, and now this?
He frowns, dejected at my rolling my eyes. He looks away from me, like he's too embarrassed to look at me. I'm suddenly ashamed at myself. I don't want to see this look on his face, now or ever again. He looks back at me, and his eyes—God damn, his ruby eyes are sparkling in the dawn light. I can't help myself. I lean down to kiss him again, and as we kiss, I breathe in his fragrance. Amazing.
I don't care that we're in the middle of Central Park, that we're on top of a broken bench, or that the sun will rise in about twenty minutes. I don't give a flying fuck because I need James now.
I throw my coat and it lands in a bush a few feet away. I want to rip our clothes off, tearing them into shreds, but before I can, his hands are at my back, lifting my shirt gently. The sensation of his hands brushing my skin sends a shockwave of tingles up and down my spine. It makes me want him more, so I rip open his shirt, sending the buttons flying into the grass. He tears off what remains of his shirt and undoes his own belt, button and zipper, perhaps to save them from my unrelenting desire to get him naked. Then he unfastens my bra and asks me to take off my pants.
I smile at the sweet yet forceful way in which he made the request. I stand up and undo the buttons quickly, pull the slacks and panties off in one swoop, and throw them at the same bush my coat is in. I stand there before him for a moment, and he and I smirk in unison. If we had hearts, they'd be thrumming like fucking mad with anticipation. I get back down on top of him, straddling his hips again with my legs. He grins widely as he stares at my breasts.
"You're so beautiful, Victoria."
"I'm up here," I say and then fail at stifling a giggle. He laughs along with me, then pulls me down to him so that every inch of our bodies is touching. He kisses me sweetly at first, then with more passion until our mouths are nearly devouring the other's violently. I can't get over how fucking amazing he tastes.
He growls, hungry for me. I return his growl, louder.
He holds me close, his arms around me, then moves his hands to grip my ass as he gently lifts me up and changes our position in one swoop so that now we're both sitting. I land on his lap and wrap my legs around his waist; his cock is hard, pressing against his tight abs. He pulls me closer yet, then kisses the crook of my neck with his whole mouth. He takes one hand and places it at my breast, pinches the nipple, then moves it along the length of my body to my groin. A finger finds my glistening lips, traces them slowly, then gently massages my clit as I begin to tremble. His tongue lashes against my skin, making its way below my ear, down my neck, along my collar, to the end of my shoulder, then back to my neck. I can feel his teeth grazing gently.
"Bite me," I whisper, and he complies immediately, sinking his teeth into my flesh. It tingles, and I feel the whole sensation traveling across my body. I moan loudly in response to the pleasurable feeling, the combination of his teeth nested in my neck and his hand that's now thrusting in and out of my pussy.
I can't hold back any longer, so I scream. "Fuck!"
I open my eyes and he's looking at me, smiling as his hand is working magic on my cunt, releasing the tension I'd had no idea was there.
"You like this?" he asks.
I moan in response, and he continues for a few moments before I stop him.
"I don't want to come yet," I say, breathless, and he smiles at me.
I grab his hand and push it away from me. I put my arms on his shoulders and push him backward onto the ground; I'm in control now. I lean down to kiss him, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I gracefully prop myself up so that I can kiss his neck, then lift myself a bit more so that I can make a trail of kisses from his right nipple to his left nipple. All the while, he is breathing deeply, unnecessarily, of course, but for some reason, his breathing enhances my desire for him. Its soft rhythmic flow from his lungs and the sweet scent of his breath seduces me, entrances me into a pattern of movements. My tongue finds its way to his navel, and from there along the trail of soft hair to his cock. I lean up, grasp it delicately, and look at it for a moment before I wet my lips.
After gently licking its head and tracing the length of the shaft with my tongue, I open my mouth widely and go down. He murmurs something unintelligible, and then he moans. Before long, his cock is thrusting in and out of my mouth, and my head is bobbing along with the rhythm of his thrusts and his breathing. My tongue is moving against him in waves.
"Victoria… fucking… amazing!" he screams.
I continue pleasuring him until he pulls my head away, to his mouth, and kisses me fiercely.
"I need to fuck you… now," he growls, his eyes burning crimson, brighter than before.
"Alright," I whisper, "However…"
"What?"
"Don't make love to me, James. Fuck me," I say vehemently, with a wicked smile upon my lips.
"Yes, ma'am," he says in mock submission before throwing me onto my back, spreading my legs wide, and entering me forcefully.
I scream not only because it hurts—I haven't done this in a while—but also because the violence excites me. He pushes, then rocks his hips into me with a perfect, rhythmic flow. I can feel each vein of his cock throbbing as the walls of my cunt tighten around him. He pushes harder to loosen me. I scream again; the sensation of it is so shocking to my heightened senses. His hands grasp my arms, then make their way to my breasts. Each touch of his fingers makes my skin prickle and radiate from the spot of contact. He reaches behind my back, pulls me up, and lifts me in one swoop like before so that I'm now sitting on his cock.
The sky is pink like a spring rose.
I grind my hips deeper into him. I lift myself up a little then sit back down, again and again, faster as the moments pass, each thrust deeper than the last. He growls with pleasure as I stare into his open eyes. He does not look away from mine. He shoves his hips, and they crash into me with a loud bang. A deep moan vibrates inside my body, like it's coming straight from my cunt, and makes its way to my lips. He leans up to catch the sound with his lips. I moan again and he catches it again.
I lean my hands against his hard pectoral muscles and look down to his perfectly sculpted abdomen, watch as it moves with each thrust, with each breath. There's a shallow valley in the center of his muscles, leading to his navel, which is outlined with soft curls that lead to his small bush of pubic hair.
Then I look down past my belly to where our bodies intersect, to where we are one, and I'm so turned on.
"Fuck me harder, James," I snarl, then grin. He pushes again, and our bodies crash loudly.
He grabs my legs and lifts me, twirls me around so that he can fuck me from behind. He pulls me down against his body, and I lie on top of him as he throws one arm across my torso to my clit. He massages it with his finger as his cock continues to slide in and out, quickly. Another moan escapes me. With his other hand, he clutches my breast forcefully and pinches the nipple. I feel his breath in the crook of my neck.
Our bodies weave together, interlacing with each thrust, with each unnecessary breath, with each gently prickling touch. We are no longer just fucking. We're making love. I can feel James inside of me, but deeper than his cock reaches. I feel his essence, his very being penetrating my body. I'm shaking uncontrollably, vibrating gently as his love pierces me, rips a hole, and sinks into my heart. I remember now, quite clearly, just how much I had loved James… as a human, and as a vampire. I cannot deny it now, how much I had loved him… because I love him now just as strong, if not stronger. This new emotion of love surprises me. It carries such a profoundness that I have never felt before. I'm about to be sent over the edge. It's too much.
I shift my body so that I can turn my head and kiss him. He opens his mouth for me and turns his head to the side so that I can kiss him deeper.
Suddenly, he grunts and moans at the same time, then whispers into my ear, "I'm coming."
In one simultaneous move, he plunges his razor-sharp teeth into the flesh on my neck while he takes my clit between his fingers and pinches it. I scream; the pleasure is overwhelming. His body trembles uncontrollably as he grinds into me, his cock pulsating savagely to no rhythm. This new sensation combined with that of my pinched clit sends me over the edge, and I'm coming, too. Again, my body vibrates, and I cannot suppress a deep and loud moan. The pleasure is unbearable now, and it surges throughout my entire body as I go limp. I come in waves, and it feels like it will last forever. I hope it does.
We are both unmoving now, and we lay here like this for a few moments. I finally lift myself, turn over, and lie on top of him. He holds me, resting his hands at my hips.
I have walked the earth alone for ninety years, and I can honestly say that I have never felt as though I was missing something. Now that I have in my arms what I didn't know I was missing, I don't want to let him go. I know that despite myself, I will always belong to this beautiful creature. And in defiance of my usual tendencies of solitude, I'm okay with that. I'm okay with this. We lie there for a few minutes, just kissing each other like old lovers.
He grins widely, and I smile in return.
"I love you, Victoria," he says quietly, and it's easy to believe him with the way his eyes are glowing. The way in which he just gave himself to me completely.
I love him, too, but before I can tell him, a pang of sadness washes over me. I'm sad that I hadn't had him with me all these years. That it took us one hundred years to get where we are now. It should have been sooner, so much sooner. Before I tell him I love him, before I commit myself to him, I need to hear why he left.
The sky is now glowing brightly pink and orange. The sun will be up within just a few minutes, fucking up our perfect moment… and it's going to be a bright and sunshiney day. Oh joy. We would have to spend it in hiding.
"I know a place to go," he says as we put on our clothes.
It is now a race against time, trying to stay in the shadows. There are spots of sunlight here and there, easy to avoid for now. He grabs my hand and pulls me into an alley next to an abandoned building. We go through mazes of the broken palace, through dilapidated hallways, from one room to another. He leads me into a small room that had a… nearly homely and comfortable atmosphere. A couch, a couple of chairs. A few pairs of clothes lie in one corner next to an empty backpack. Some books are piled nearby. I look at him and smile.
"So, you're a squatter," I laugh. "You bum, you."
"Yes, I suppose I am," he rolls his eyes, then laughs gently. "This is where I come when I stay in the city, to relax on days like today. I haven't been here in a while. I'm actually surprised that the building is still standing."
I smile at him, then step forward towards him. "So how long have you been tracking me?"
"What?" he says, surprised by my assumption. I guess I was right. "Oh, umm… A year now, I guess. I wanted to see how you were doing, and I sort of just started following you." He smiles, like he's embarrassed at being caught, and looks down at the ground. "Then it took me a while to finally decide to just… show up and see what happens."
I reach forward and place a hand on his chin. I step forward again, then tilt his head so that he looks into my eyes.
"I need to know, James. Why did you leave?"
"It isn't an easy explanation, Victoria," he said, and I realized something.
He no longer has an accent. I distinctly remember his British accent, but I don't know how I remember so strongly. Then an image flashes in my head, and then another. Suddenly, all these images are flying around through my head. Earlier, I remembered being in love with James while I was a human. Now all of those memories are setting themselves free from the locked box in the corner of my mind. The fuzzy images are becoming clearer and clearer, and now I can remember completely. These memories I had saved and kept hidden are all coming back to me, and it's okay. I won't go crazy, because I won't have to feel the pain of loss. Fuck, this is insane. I love him, and he needs to know.
"James, it doesn't matter why you left, or why you came back," I nearly shout in spite of myself. "I love you, James. I always have."
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