Lucky last chapter! Sorry about the delay, I'm very bad and lazy at the moment :P I hope y'all enjoy it!
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He arched up into her and she let out one final growl of pleasure before almost collapsing against his chest.
"Don't give up yet," he whispered darkly in her ear before using his enhanced strength to flip them over. He looked down into her eyes with a broad grin, showing off each of his overly sharp teeth. The shudder of pleasure that sent through Helen's body was unexpected but certainly not unwelcome and she moved her hips under his, a small smirk growing on her lips as his own faltered.
"Oh, Nikola, I never give up," she responded gleefully and he growled as she moved against him once more. They began thrusting into each other, Helen's eyes flitting shut as he again bought her to the precipice. He was holding back, she could tell, trying not to let his baser urges get to him and she was having none of it.
"Bite me," she whispered, pulling him down to her neck. She could feel him resist but she knew what she wanted.
"Bite me," she moaned again, her body arching against his. Without a word of warning he swooped forwards, burying his face against her neck.
"I can't," he whispered.
"Please."
"No-."
"Nikola," she almost screamed, hands clamping on his head, holding him there. He ran his tongue over her pulse and she felt herself shiver. "Bite me!"
With a growl of both anger and approval, Nikola sunk his teeth into her neck. At first he thought the scent of it would destroy him but when she started to moan and whimper, her body bucking under his, he simply gave in. It was a matter of moments before they both came, their pleasure intermingled.
Helen gasped for breath, the sensation of his teeth in her neck foreign but beautiful. The tiny slivers of pain had been surpassed quickly by unimaginable pleasure and even now, as he moved back, licking the wound softly, each touch sent another shudder of pleasure rippling through her body.
Gently he eased himself off her, collapsing next to her. He saw the trickle of blood down her neck and shuddered involuntarily. She sensed his movements and flipped over, looking to face him.
"Hi," she whispered with a soft smile. Nikola's jaw clenched and his eyes were rooted to the smear of blood on her neck, the wound almost completely healed. With a sigh she reached out her hand, gently touching her finger tips to his jaw. Immediately it unclenched and his eyes darted back to hers.
"Hello," he said, his voice teasing her ever so slightly but still with an edge that made her worry. She rolled her eyes but smiled at him, moving a bit closer. Nikola pushed up off the bed, searching for a pillow to prop them up on. He noticed with a frown that pillows were all near their feet.
"We may have gotten a little carried away," she commented, a little breathless. Without much effort, Nikola manoeuvred them to be on the pillows, his arm slung around her waist, pulling her closer. Helen let out a little contented sigh before she closed her eyes, pushing away all the niggling thoughts that were making her feel rather nervous before promptly falling asleep in his arms.
She woke up some time later, grateful that Nikola had not only thrown a blanket over them, but was still holding her, a hand playing with the tangled mess of her hair. She let herself relax into the moment before realising just where she was.
Nikola felt her stiffen in his arms and grudgingly released her, moving back to give her more room. He'd expected her have second thoughts but not this quickly. Helen rolled over awkwardly to look at him, noting the deep shame in his eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered, bring a hand to trace the now sensitive spot on her neck. Nikola quirked an eyebrow but said nothing, simply studying her. She watched him for a moment, puzzling over his sudden quietness. She'd always imagined he'd be insufferable after sex, gloating and teasing her until she gave in and they went another round. This almost pensive side of him was something she hadn't expected and while it wasn't unwelcome, she got the sense that he was waiting for her to speak.
She smiled at him, hoping to reassure him but something imperceptible flashed through his eyes. It took her a moment to figure out what it was and when she did, Helen felt her heart skip a beat. He was scared. Scared of what she couldn't be sure.
"I love you," he said suddenly, stroking her cheek. Helen captured his hand, kissing his palm.
"I love you too," she answered without hesitation. He smiled at that but she could see that tinge of sadness in his eyes. With a sigh, she pulled away from him and sat up, wrapping the sheet around her body. For all that they'd just done, Helen was starting to feel self conscious.
"Nikola," she started and he sat up, looking into her eyes warily. "I… I… I can't…" she started, suddenly nervous as his blue eyes watched her.
"It's O.K," he said sadly, cupping her cheek. He smiled softly at her before moving away, heading for the edge of the bed.
"No!" she almost yelled, startled at his movements.
"You don't have to explain," he said, the bitterness creeping into his voice. She let the sheet fall down as her arm darted out to grab him. He dodged her so Helen almost threw herself at him, grabbing him tightly. He turned in her grasp, looking her in the eye, anger bubbling up inside him.
"Don't, Helen," he spat, trying to fight her. He got up off the bed and started to look for his clothes.
"Nikola," she scolded, jumping out of bed after him. "What's wrong?" she asked, standing in front of him. He looked at her scornfully, trying very much not to think about the fact that she was standing before him, perfectly naked.
"I'm leaving," he said, pushing her to the side as gently as he could, fighting the urge to throw her back on the bed. "I'm sorry. This was a mistake."
"How dare you!" she hissed at him. "How dare you jump to conclusions when all I wanted to do was tell you that I loved you and that I don't want you to leave!" her voice was gaining momentum and her eyes were flashing dangerously and a smile started to creep onto his face. He couldn't help it, despite the angry glare Helen was still giving him.
She loved him.
"Don't smirk at me," she threatened angrily. She opened her mouth to continue to berate him but he cut her off, crushing her lips to his.
"I'm sorry," he said with a smile as he pulled away a few minutes later. She looked at him confused, her eyes glazed over. It took her a moment to get clear of her daze but once she did, Nikola's heart did odd little loops in his chest at her smile.
"Don't do it again," she said, playfully hitting his arm. He stepped back and shot her an angry glare, rubbing his arm as she laughed at him.
"You're mean," he said, stepping back into her arms.
"Get over it," she responded happily, kissing him with just enough promise that Nikola soon found himself leading her back towards the bed.
20 minutes later they were both lying on the bed again, panting slightly, each wearing goofy grins. Out of nowhere, Helen let out a burst of laughter, quickly bring her hand up to stifle herself.
"What?" Nikola asked, narrowing his eyes as he rolled on to his side to look at her.
"It's just," she said between short chuckles, "whoever would have thought that we… you know… you and I would…" she trailed off, gesturing between their bodies before laughing once more.
"I did," he said solemnly. Her laughter died in an instant and she turned her head to survey him.
"I know," she said softly, an apology in her wide eyes.
They lay silent for a few minutes, Helen curled around his body.
She pulled away from him, looking down into his eyes in a way that made him worried.
"Nikola," she started seriously. "I do love you but… but… but I can't promise perfection," she finally said, trepidation in her eyes. "You and I both known this won't be easy. My life doesn't exactly lend itself to a normal relationship."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Nikola responded wholeheartedly. "You have never been a normal woman, Helen. You are exceptional in every sense of the word," he finished with a smile, raising his hand to stroke her now blushing cheek.
"And I don't know if I can live with you forever, all I know is that I can't lose you. If I lose you again…" she said, trailing off with a shudder.
"You will never lose me," he promised. "I will be by your side as long as you'll have me and even when you send me away, I'll keep coming back," he answered.
"I can't promise that I won't kill you," she warned, half joking, half serious.
"And I can't promise to play nice," he countered with a smirk. She smiled at that, her grin growing as his did. She laughed again and moved down to rest against his chest.
"To an eternity of imperfection," he proposed, tangling their fingers together.
"To the present," she countered.
"For now," he said with a mock sigh.
She laughed again and settled further into his embrace. Nikola toyed with the idea of finding his pants and the ring he'd hastily stashed in his pocket when she'd found him in the library but decided against it.
For immortals the present was everlasting, they had plenty of time for all that.
