Ahhhhhhhhhhh it's too soon but I couldn't resist.
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The long sessions of reading and studying had come back, with the same procedures as before. They went through the grammar and vocabulary together, and she would recite the words out loud for him to correct her and teach her the correct way of pronouncing them. However, this time both of them had things to learn. With Add having the knowledge of only a limited portion of the ancient language, the tasks at hand were for the two of them to accomplish, and not just her. He felt like it was fun in a way. He couldn't even remember if there had been another time where things had felt so familiar and soothing. Even if the situation they were in and the objective they had imposed upon themselves were something they had to take extremely seriously and with all the care and responsibility possible, it was inevitable to feel at ease even in a situation like that. Because no matter what he wanted to think, he had grown fond of her and the time they had started to spend together so frequently. Doing the reading on his own had always been enough for him, his entire life, but having a partner to share this interest for knowledge was better than he could have ever imagined it to be. He wondered if he would be able to get used to his familiar lonesomeness after she disappeared from his life forever. That was an unavoidable fate, he knew it perfectly well.
He became absorbed in these thoughts, so much that her voice was now an echo in the back of his mind, slowly trailing off to a soft murmur.
"Hey, are you listening?" she asked, rhetorically of course, because it was clear that his attention was anywhere else but in her impeccable reciting. He glanced at her slowly being pulled out of his brief trance, and he saw the frown that had formed wrinkles in her pale forehead. He couldn't help but twist his mouth in a strange smile. He was the one that always scolded her for spacing out.
"No" he answered shortly, honestly. She huffed in response. "Don't you want to take a break? It has been hours" he added, closing the thick book between his hands after marking the page they had left in with a silk lace, setting it over a small table by the armchairs. Of course he didn't wait for her answer to declare the studying over and start putting the books back on its place, because she had to be as tired as he was of going over the translating task for hours.
"Just a couple. It's only two in the morning" she said glancing over at a pendulum clock that hung from a near wall. "But I guess you already decided for both of us" she complied reluctantly, albeit forming a small smile with her curved lips.
He stood up with the stack of books between his hands, placing them neatly back into the tall shelves, using the few free spaces here and there as a guide. He thought back on what had happened recently, on that strange vortex that Ara had somehow managed to cast. He guessed that if she could obtain more power to accomplish her goals, through magic, then it would be a good thing. There were unlimited possibilities to what magic could do, and it was a wonderful thing that she could take advantage of that. Unlike him. Because he was special, his old master had once said. Because he was already blessed, or cursed, with abilities that humans could never even dream of having. Because he was already superior to everything that existed, humans and demons equally. But he didn't agree. He had studied magic a couple of times in the past, only for the process to end in frustration. But he thought it was something marvelous. The same girl that was now standing next to him, humming softly to herself, had been able to create something completely out of nowhere, something that didn't exist before her words. How could that not be amazing? To create realities with only words.
Just then, he remembered something. If she had proven to be capable of casting spells and using the magic contained in books, then there was something she needed to learn. Both of them needed her to learn it. For her own sake and for his too, he had to show it to her.
"Come with me" he told her abruptly as he took a hold of her hand and started dragging her out of the library. She didn't seem surprised, probably because she was already used to his random outbursts. So she followed him obediently back into the room with the ancient tome placed in the middle. Several things were missing in that room, mostly books, from the vortex that had swallowed them all. He tried his hardest not to get irritated over something that couldn't be fixed anymore.
"What is it?" she asked, peeking over his shoulder while he skipped through the pages of the tome, looking for a particular chapter. He examined each title as quickly as possible to advance through the book, until he found the one he was looking for. It talked mostly about restoration. He remembered reading it during one of his failed sessions of magic studying. He didn't have any use for it, but she did. One that could benefit them both. Marking the specific passage with his index finger, he turned his body partially; enough for her to be able to read what he was indicating and having a space next to him. She got closer to read.
"Restoration?" she asked. "Why are you showing me this?".
"Because you need it. Learn this words, memorize them perfectly well and never forget them from now on" he told her with a serious expression that led her to imitate him. She reclined some more over his body to read the page carefully. He watched her patiently as she went over the phrases by practicing the sounds silently with the movements of her lips. It took her a while, but she indicated with a nod when she was ready with the memorization.
He cupped her cheeks with both of his hands as tenderly as he could, closing the distance between them slowly. He saw her closing her eyes before he could bury his face against her warm neck.
"Remember it correctly, because I'm starving" he whispered to her with a deep voice. She exhaled, and only then he allowed himself to dig his fangs into her tender flesh. He could feel something vibrating strongly inside of him. Hunger and desire invading his body as the hot liquid started to flow through his tongue, flooding his mouth pleasurably. A deep groan escaped his lips and drowned slowly through the blood and against the skin he was pressing his mouth on. An amount of blood he had never dared to take from her before was now inundating his insides with a sensation he had never experienced before, not even when those bodies were drained. This time, it didn't feel like the beast was threatening to devour him, but like an intense heat had managed to tame the monster inside of him, satisfying its thirst. His body was starting to tremble, just like her fragile complexion did between his arms like a moon in the water. Several groans managed to come through his throat and he could have sworn he heard her moan quietly too. He pressed her body tightly against his and let himself be devoured by that amazing heat. Just then, when he felt her hands weakly grabbing onto his shoulders he took his fangs out of her slowly, sucking onto the remaining blood that stained her neck, licking off the red liquid all over his mouth and chin. "Say the words now" he cooed with a soft voice, holding her against his chest as gently as possible.
He heard her muttering. Her soft voice pronouncing that ancient language that had opened so many doors and solutions for them, the language that held her fate. The words left her mouth slowly, as if they had life of their own, floating in the air. He could almost see them, touch them, and savor them. And then, when the last word of the incantation had been said, he could feel that body between his arms slowly coming back to life. Slowly but steadily recovering its strength.
"I think it works. I still need to rest, but it definitely works" she assured, a small hint of excitement showing barely noticeably on her voice as she spoke. "I almost felt like all of my energy was being sucked out, but it is slowly coming back now" she added, a small smile on her face.
Even if she was still weak, the only reason for what he did to be even possible was the fact that she could chant that spell on herself. He would have never dared do something as risky as that if he didn't know it was going to work. Magic was a wonderful thing, after all.
Still holding her between his arms and having kept his face deeply buried against the birth of her neck, he allowed himself to inhale profusely and take in the delicious aroma that the wounds on her skin gave off. He felt now completely soothed and relaxed; satisfied. It was no longer a smell that made him lose himself to his darkest instincts, but one that was able to make him full and content. He felt at peace with what laid in his interior for the first time in his entire life, now that he had been able to engulf in that precious pleasure.
"I've desired to do that for such a long time..." he whispered with a deep and husky voice, almost only to himself. Being completely honest and transparent for once. That was the kind of feeling that was flooding him. He heard her laugh softly and then a gentle hand caressing his head, softly running through his hair in an ever so relaxing way. He sank onto her some more.
"You had too much fun, didn't you?" she muttered, affection showing in that humorous reproach. He couldn't do anything but chuckle. "Now I want to eat something too. Do you know how to cook?" she asked.
"No. We can just ask the servants to make you something" he said, his voice muffling against her skin.
"You shouldn't bother them this late" she reproached softly.
"They can't be bothered by anything. They're just reanimated corpses" he explained with a tone that came out lazier than he'd wanted. But it was the only thing he could manage.
"Oh...how morbid" she said, unimpressed. If it was something that would have surprised her a while back in time, now she was almost completely impermeable to that sort of thing. That's what getting to bond with a vampire did to people, she guessed.
And so they sat down at the dining table for Ara to enjoy the delicious meal the servants had been ordered to prepare. It was a luxury she could get used to, but she'd never get tired of. Even if it already was the usual treatment she received whenever she visited the castle, it would never stop surprising her how amazingly good everything was. Even if it came from soulless bodies. Add sat in front of her, enjoying of the lecture of one of his books, as usual. She knew better than to interrupt him whenever he decided to be dragged into a different world inside the pages of an old book. Even if it was a non-fictional one about medicine or anatomy, they still were enticing enough for him to be almost completely absent while following its words. In a way, it was something she could appreciate, understand and even envy. She knew how to read, something that most women of her class range couldn't do. But she had never had the access to literature that Add had inherited since he was young. Sometimes she wished for the chance to disappear in a different world too. Maybe she would ask him to borrow one of his books; maybe even poetry.
Such were the thoughts that kept her distracted during dinner, yet she found herself being pulled out of her own mind when she heard the sound of a book closing and the husky voice of the man in front of her, who was now staring at her intently.
"If you're done then I'm guessing we can go to sleep now?" he asked her as he stood up to leave his book on its place, in one of the nearest shelves.
"Do you even need to sleep?" she questioned back.
"Of course not, it's just a way of saying it. You'll go to sleep and I'll go to my room and read something until I get bored. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll sleep out of boredom" he told her, finishing his words with a soft chuckle.
She laughed lightly, standing up and leaving the chair back on its place before following him upstairs. He led the way towards one of the many guest rooms that filled the castle, unoccupied for centuries. It wasn't clear if they had ever been used at all in the first place. They stopped in front of one near the master bedroom and he unlocked the door and opened it for her. She walked in, trying to take in her surroundings. The room was of a similar style to the rest of the castle. A damask wallpaper all over the room of a soft turquoise, matching the linens and the pillows, and dark, leathery furniture. It was as dark as the rest of the castle, yet equally beautiful.
"Well then, goodnight" he said before closing the door behind him, leaving her alone to accommodate in the bedroom. She untied the laces of her corset carefully, helping herself with her reflection on a tall mirror right in front of the bed. She left her dress neatly hanged inside the robust wardrobe after taking it off, staying in only her undergarments. She didn't have anything to change into, after all. Untying her hair she took a moment to contemplate herself in front of the mirror, combing it with her fingers delicately, as she used to do every night. Then, through the reflection, she set her attention on a small shelf next to the bed, containing several books of beautifully decorated covers, and her mind went back to what had her so distracted during dinner. She wanted to read. No, better said, she wanted Add to read for her. Maybe a play or poetry.
She remembered back to the first night she met him during the ball, how his deep and husky voice and his inflections, the way he spoke had her so mesmerized, so enchanted. Of course she had gotten used to it overtime, but she knew it had to be something special if charmingly written words were to be whispered by it. And now she couldn't take that idea out of her mind, she wanted to try.
With a book titled "Shakespeare Sonnets" in her hand, she made her way to where she knew were Add's bedroom. Standing in front of the wooden door, she had to bite her own lip to contain the puckish smile that was tickling on her lips. She knocked on the door softly, and then waited for his voice to say "come in" and be granted permission to walk inside. He gazed at her with attention; the dim light of an oil lamp placed at a night table by the bed traced golden contours on the woman's gracefully moving figure, as she walked closer to him. He saw the book in her hand and a subtle smile managed to appear on his lips.
"A bed time story, I figure?" he said with a soft voice, as he left his own book next to the bed. He received only a brief nod for an answer, and received her selection from her hands when she climbed onto the bed next to him. What was this sudden heat he felt? If he were to have a functioning heart, this would be the closest to it beating wildly inside his chest he'd ever be. He felt her soft body cuddling tenderly against his side as he skipped through the pages, looking for a sonnet to read. Her hand felt warm and soft against his skin when she started tracing the shape of his neck and shoulder delicately with the tips of her fingers. He stopped the search.
"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks"
Her fingers looked confidently for his cheeks, caressing the contour of his face with delightful gentleness. His chin trapped between her thumb and index finger, enticingly drawing him nearer. Her lips felt hot against his coldness, affectionately attracting him to a sweet game of push and pull, untiringly trapping him and caressing him with the inebriating sensation of that humid softness. He let himself rediscover her shapes with care, sweetly following the lead of her bold temptation. He felt every inch of his skin being tended by her touch, so he allowed her to entangle them both with humid breath and heated insinuations of affection.
"But bears it out even to the edge of doom"
The invigorating touch of their skins was both soothing and inciting, with limbs and members that confused each other into a mess of warm caresses, the agitated exchange of their heat and coldness and her tongue between his lips. Piece by piece taken from and devoted to the other, through that blurry line where one ended and one started, both bathed more and more in pleasured grunts, moans and whimpering that flooded the room to erase it completely. He could feel every part of her body, every pore of her deliciously heated skin in his arms, in his mouth, in his stomach and in his everything. Every part of him and her undoubtedly connected to her and him, pulling and biting and licking and trembling.
"If this be error and upon me proved"
He felt her hot breath on his mouth when she moaned and toyed with his lips and his tongue. And he'd swear he could have swallowed her whole if there were to be any closer and any more enticed by the other's hands, skin and sweat. And maybe if he could go any deeper into her he'd do it, if it meant this vibrating and agony being endless. She was delightfully soft and warm and humid and enveloping, so amazingly attracting with her hands all over his body and their legs in such a hot mess of confusion and losing themselves inside, and around and all over. A silent oath of pleasure and ecstasy delivered when she let her hands get lost between his hair and his fingers roamed still over her softness.
If there was an eternity they could reach, that exact moment would probably contain it all and overflow.
"I never writ, nor no man ever loved".
Please note that the parts with italics are fragments of Shakespeare Sonnets, and not mine.
So...I just wanted to say that I see you. Yeah, I see you reading. So why won't you review ;_; just wondering.
Anyway ahhhh it happened.
Goodbye.
PD: And one last thing. Nanashimai: You're really really sweet and i love you and your reviews make me so happy and i'm glad that you enjoy it so much aaaa ;-;