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AMNE POV

I couldn't help myself. Say please. It just came to me as he spoke those words of suggestion, as he wore that smirk, as those eyes bored into me. And he did it. For all his arrogance and masking, he said 'please'. Damn. I can't deny how warm it made me feel. Had I intended for things to go in this direction when I went after him? I can't be sure. When he so suddenly turned away and strode off, my first consideration was that I'd done something to anger him somehow. Which would have been a bit rich considering his recent whoopsie in going to bite me. But still, I'd been mistaken. And in all honesty, looking back, I have to wonder if part of his avoidance was this very outcome. My nerves were alight as I peered out of my tent and saw no sign of anyone still being awake, heard no noise beyond sleepy breathing and the occasional snore. They were all out. And now I had a certain Vampire Spawn to find out there in the darkness.

It was a thrill in every way, sneaking out into the dim moonlight, losing myself amongst the trees. Using every bit of instinct to search him out. And I guessed he would have headed a fair bit into the treeline, allowing privacy and uh… Well, for any noise we made to be lost to the forest.

But with all that in mind, he still caught me by surprise.

Of course he did…

Hands clasped my hips, pulling me back against a firm body. A shock at first which made me jolt, but soon enough known and welcomed so that I simply laughed and eased myself back into the hold. Clearly Astarion was feeling playful. I wasn't going to say no.

He hummed, hands holding strong, fingers kneading along the line of my trousers, skimming where my skin was bare beneath my loose undershirt. "There you are, I've been waiting."

I chuckled, and his nose ran along the shell of my ear, his warm breath caressing along my neck. "Impatient, are we?"

"You've no idea." He breathed, his touch kneading again, all pretence gone, simply being open about wanting me. My body reacted in kind, thrumming with his words, leaning back into his hold. So warm. Only then did I realise he had already rid himself of his shirt – was his skin still warmed from having fed on me? For some reason the idea only made me lean back more. He continued, voice rumbling into me like thunder. "I've been waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you."

I bit my lip. "Don't have me yet…"

"Don't I?" He pressed a chaste kiss to my shoulder, peeking just under the wide collar of my shirt. My skin prickled, a breath catching in my throat. So simple a touch, and yet I was already angling my head the opposite way. More. Please.

Not only did I want more of the contact, to know what it would feel like to have him kiss every inch of my suddenly tingling skin, but I trusted him. He wouldn't bite me. Not without asking. And being beside him, that strong lean body behind me, supporting me, something churned within me. A want. To be held. To be enveloped in something, to know what it was to have his arms wind wound and not let go. Shit. I wanted it so bad all of a sudden, my breathing picked up.

"You're here. And I don't think you want to talk." He hummed and kissed again, harder, lingering. His hands tightened on my hips, stroking up my sides to my ribs, then back down teasingly. He chuckled darkly. "I think you want to be known… To be tasted."

I let my head fall back against his shoulder, my body leaning into his hold completely. "And what do you want?"

"What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy." He kissed again and then paused, breath tickling the shell of my ear. "That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me."

I shivered. Was it my first time? I had no idea, thanks to this memory block. Seemed doubtful considering those recollections I'd had when he drank from me, knowing I had been held by someone at some point like that. But I didn't know it for myself. Only vague echoes. But then his words struck again. To lose myself in him. That jarred. I turned in his hold and put my hands to his bare chest, I looked up at him, saw the pale light dancing along his features, making his white hair silvered, his ruby eyes gleam. Beautiful. And being so careful with me.

Reaching slowly, I ran my touch from the tip of his ear, along his jaw and then down his neck. He did his best, but I felt the shiver, however repressed. Being pressed to him, held tighter as I touched his skin, I could feel for myself how eager he was for this, on exactly the same page as myself. And yet, I sensed something else behind his eyes. 'Lose yourself in me', he said. And it sounded good, of course, to abandon myself to nothing but seeking that pleasure in his arms. But it had that twinge of sadness that so much of what he said did. Like he was to be used. His past was still very much a mystery to me, but there was darkness there, and a lot of it. I went onto my toes and kissed him tenderly, him reciprocating immediately, arms winding round me almost possessively.

Then I leaned back ever so slightly and smiled up at him. "Lose myself, maybe."

He chuckled. "I thought so–"

"But maybe find something too."

He blinked, looking into my eyes for a long moment as if he was searching for the thread I'd suddenly unpicked.

"You're not just a distraction." I kissed over his heart – this would either mean a lot to him, or I'd totally misread things and he'd find it hilarious. Oh well. "I'm not saying we have to be soul-mates, but I do care about you, Astarion"

He held me tighter all of a sudden and despite him clearly having more pretty words on his lips, ready to be said, I kissed him again. His eyes were on me, I could feel it, right up until I angled my head and deepened the kiss, and he hummed as he met me halfway. Yes. His breath combined with mine, our tongues danced slow in a languid push and pull that stoked that warmth in my core, only making me greedy to know it more intimately. And I didn't have to wait long. He gave a small groan and picked me up, hooking my thighs round his middle. I gasped. And with that space he tugged off my shirt, sending it rippling to the ground. He grinned. He pressed me back against a nearby tree and kissed me again, only this time, his hunger crept into place. Insistent as he delved that tongue into my mouth. Yes. Be hungry for me. Please. I tasted the wine he had enjoyed earlier, my thighs tightening around his middle.

Chest to chest. Skin to skin. Yes. I welcomed his want and met it with my own. My hands threaded into his hair, my voice sighing alongside his, pulling on those silver locks and making his grip on my waist tighten to the point of bruising. Except I found myself seeking that. My thighs tightened again around his middle at the mere thought of it. Yes. Mark me. Make me yours, paint me fucking red!

I jolted and looked away for a moment as his kisses trailed along my throat and collarbone, my mind skittering away from the trees for that split second. The darkness within me having broiled for that moment. Swept up in the intoxicating sensations. Brimming with that carnal instinct. But this wasn't the place for darkness, this was a point of light, silvered light with only rubies to shine. Not red. Not bloodied madness. Before he could notice anything, before those strange impulses could ruin this for us both, I pulled him into another desperate kiss and focused on my want of this, the pleasure, the company, of him.

He groaned and his hips ground against me, creating blissful friction against my nerves. I held tighter. I kissed harder. I gasped louder as he dipped his head to kiss at my throat again, but then continued downwards, lifting me slightly, before his mouth landed on my chest and I found myself arching into the touch. His hot, wet mouth laved against my tits, sucking, biting gently, that skilled tongue doing wonders. More. I whimpered, gripping his shoulders, my hips working down against him all the same. He looked up at me, eyes lidded, breaths quick, and he bit down that little bit harder, my mouth falling open as a moan tumbled from my lips. My nails dug into his skin. His eyes rolled back ever so slightly, and he moved to the other side, sucking harder, nipping, turning me to a liquid against that tree as I drowned under waves of sweet pleasure.

"Fuck…" He growled, moving again, claiming my mouth once more as he stepped away from the tree and knelt down. A blanket was laid there. I hadn't even seen it. But he had prepared it for us? The tenderness was touching as I realised, though quickly forgotten as he laid me down and braced on one hand above me, staring with those burning eyes as he undid his and my trousers alike. "Gods, you're beautiful."

"Says you." I breathed, sitting up on my elbows to catch him in another kiss, my lips feeling bruised already but so lonely without his skin against them. "You're the most stunning thing I've ever seen."

He put his forehead to mine and grinned. "Then look in the mirror more often, my sweet."

We laughed and rid ourselves of that final barrier, his arms winding round me again in the next instant, like he couldn't stand to be any further apart. Good thing, because I knew I couldn't. My hands skimmed along his broad chest, his strong arms, his sculpted stomach, tracing the beautiful lines and kneading against the carved muscles. He hummed and his touch stroked down my side, smoothing over the swell of my hips and then giving a teasing squeeze against my ass. Only then his touch slowed as his fingers traced along my thigh, slipping to the inside, inching higher. My own touch dipped below his navel and I gasped softly as I felt for myself how much he wanted me. Rigid. Hard. I gripped him and gave a long slow stroke.

His breath choked before another tantalising growl escaped between his gritted teeth. "Careful, Little One, or I won't be able to hold back."

"Did I ask you to?" I teased, licking into his mouth, catching him with my thighs to turn us over. He lay on his back, me straddling his lap, my efforts welcomed with his low moan as I reached again and gave another stroke, running my thumb along the head where he was already weeping for me.

And only then did I realise how natural it had all come to me. No, this was not my first time. The way my body knew how to move, sought out the points of pleasure it could recall. Yes. I knew this kind of intimacy, someone had taught me well. And I giggled to myself as I gave another stroke and drank up his small noises of bliss. Yes. Give me more. As much as I wanted my own pleasure, hearing those notes from him, watching how his brows pinched upwards and his lips fell open in submission, it was so thrilling. So intoxicating in its own right.

"Does that feel good?" I asked breathlessly, my hand steadily rising and falling.

He nodded, gritting his teeth momentarily and shuddering as my thumb once again teased that slick head. "Fuck… Nngh, yes… Yes it does."

"Good. You're beautiful when you're enjoying yourself." I breathed, leaning in and kissing along his throat, feeling it bob under my lips as he swallowed hard and another moan rumbled there as my grip gave a teasing squeeze.

Another growl, guttural and animalistic, ripped from him and he rolled us so that I released him and was flat on my back. My legs wrapped round his hips again, but he eased them to lie on the blanket, either side of him, relaxed. I tried going up on my elbows again, chasing another kiss, when his touch to my throat stilled me. My gaze wavered but when I found him staring down at me, I was transfixed. He smiled, the touch only to push me down, his hand then skimming down my throat, along my chest, palming momentarily at my tits, skimming down my stomach. He tilted his head and lowered himself slightly, staring into me as his touch crept closer, and then curled into my heat.

My nerves sparked.

My hips rolled.

My lips fell open into a soft moan, which he drank up eagerly as his mouth once more claimed mine. His touch reached deeper. His thumb pressed against a knot of nerves and the touch within pulsated perfectly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, panting as he quickened his touch, adding another long finger that caressed my walls. I shivered. Closer. My body thrummed, and my nerves tightened.

"That's it, my darling, don't fight it…" He cooed, kissing along my jaw, down my throat and then once again taking a nipple into his mouth.

Yes. Bite m– I didn't even need to ask. Like he could read my mind I felt that tantalising nip. The little sting of pain so good. Unbelievably good. He hadn't broken the skin, but a part of me wanted him to. The want of red crept back into place, and I let it simmer. More. Give me everything. Greedy for it, I laughed and stroked along any part of his silken skin I could reach, the breadth of his shoulders as one of them coiled under my touch, his hand working me like I was the instrument, and him the player. Yes. Please. My back arched. He stroked harder. A flex, a bite, a slow suck and knead. Fuck! My voice hitched, and my hands threaded into his hair, holding him closer, encouraging more from that wonderful mouth. And he gave generously. Sucking harder. Touching deeper. From those first embers to a fire that peaked in my nerves, he coaxed me to bliss. There. Yes. Gods, right there. I choked on a cry of his name as I fell into climax.

"Those noises are downright sinful, Sweet." He breathed, his touch slowly leaving me, but gently stroking against my aching nerves as he moved himself and aligned that throbbing heat against me. Oh gods. Yes. Fill me. My legs fell open further at the very idea and the chuckle that fell from his smirking lips was like the finest wine being poured over my whole body. "What a welcome…"

"Please." I panted, sitting up a little to grab the back of his neck and wrench him into another kiss as my hips rolled, the nudge of what was to come enough to make my mouth water. "Fuck me."

He groaned and pushed me back to lying flat, kissing me hungrily. His hand pushed one of my thighs up, my knee towards my ribs pressing down as he guided himself inside. Oh gods. Yes. The pressure. My body shuddered at the spread, my walls quivering as he pushed in inch by inch, pulsing out a touch each time. The drag made my eyes roll back. I bit my lip, and he licked into my mouth again, our voices rumbling against one another. My hand was still tangled in his hair, while the other gripped his shoulder simply to hold onto something.

And then he paused, breaking the kiss with a harsh panted grunt as he braced on either side of my head. His own hung low, resting against my chest for a moment. He was still for a couple of seconds, the muscles in his arms twitching, a shiver running across his broad shoulders. The way the light cast along his skin made me wonder if I had been right about feeling scars there earlier. His skin was otherwise so unmarred it had confused me. But then again, his past was still a mystery. Just more to discover later…

Then he looked at me and that smirk made my hips roll. The smirk became a grin. "Now then, what was this fine lady requesting? Hmm? Fuck me, was that it?"

"Please." I panted, and he hummed, hips giving a teasing thrust forward and slow drag back. But only one. I whimpered, hands moving to grip his wrists as he braced beside my head. It wasn't the time to be proud. I wanted this. Wanted him. "Please, Astarion. Fuck me."

"Oh my, what man could refuse such a sweet request?"

I whimpered again and then laughed in glee as he began to move, my hips meeting him halfway as his body finally lowered to mine properly and his hips began moving in earnest. Deep. Strong. The muscles in his back coiled and shifted. My body convulsed as he drove deeper into me. My skin flashed hot. My nerves tightened again. I gasped, I moaned, I panted his name like a fucking mantra. He kissed along my shoulder, up my neck, hips snapping against me all the while. One of his hands moved to my hips, holding me up a little, changing the angle, ripping a new sound from my bruised lips.

"Yes." He groaned, putting his head to mine, eyes locking on. "I want to hear every damn note, every second of pleasure. Give it to me."

And I obliged. I let the wanton moans pour free as he slowed his thrusts but struck so much deeper. My hands reached round him, clinging on for some kind of anchor. But as he moved me, my nails caught along his skin. He growled. He struck harder. Moved deeper. Held tighter, my hip definitely bruising, but that blossoming pain only sending my pleasure to new heights. And as I looked up at him, I saw those pearled fangs bared for a moment as he lost himself to the feeling. Nowhere near my skin, simply him lost in it with his eyes closed, brows raised in the middle, sweat glistening against his ivory complexion. But still, those sharp points made me think. And I tightened around him at the idea of him drinking from me during this. Not tonight maybe. But someday. Gods. To feel that numbing warmth wash over me as I orgasmed? Hells. That would be fun.

And as he opened his eyes, finding mine already studying him, he grinned and dipped to claim another frantic kiss. His hips quickened. My nerves shivered, as did my thighs. Close. So fucking close. His hand released my hip and moved between us, stroking my nerves as his hips hit harder and faster still. Oh gods. The touch was all I needed. I clung to him and cried out against his chest, my body flooded by the singing of my nerves. Bliss. Absolute fucking bliss.

"Fuck." He choked, slamming into me a handful more times before slowing and stalling, his hips stuttering as he once again gripped my hip tight, holding me steady as his moment cascaded over him.

And I watched. I lay beneath him and drank it all greedily; the lift of his brows, the blissful slackness of his lips, the way his eyes were closed and then only half-lidded when he looked to me again. And then his smile blossomed, and as his ruby eyes shone, I smiled right back. Slowing. Gentle. His hips rocked against me, leading us both back to the real world with small flutters of the pleasure that we had shared.

Finally still, he slipped from me, us both shuddering at the sensation and me giving a final soft moan as the pressure eased and my heat was left to ache in the best way. He lay beside me and propped up his head with one hand, the other tracing along my body; drawing invisible lines along the muscles of my stomach, the curve of my hips, the swell of my chest. But all the while, he stared at me, and I felt that warmth spread out from my chest, to the corners of my smile as I beamed at him sleepily.

He chuckled again, it so much sweeter that time as he rolled closer and kissed my forehead. "Sleep, Sweet, I've got you."

And I could do nothing but obey… For once…

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