Simon closed the door with a quiet click, his gaze locked on Stella as he kicked it shut. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before stepping back to watch her. Anticipation danced in her dark green eyes, a mix of curiosity and trust that stirred something deep within him.
Simon pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion and moved to hover above her, but Stella sat up before he could lean in. He paused, watching her closely as she shifted. Without hesitation, she straddled his lap, placing her hands on his chest.
Simon leaned back against the headboard, his lips curling into a faint smirk. He leaned forward and kissed her, his hands firmly holding her waist. She kissed him back, her lips parting as their tongues danced together. When he nibbled on her bottom lip, she let out a soft, needy moan that sent shivers through him.
His hand moved to her hair, gently pulling it aside to expose her smooth neck. His lips brushed against her skin before he murmured in a low, teasing voice, "You know, drinking from the neck is one of the most intimate ways... but there's another spot I prefer. Do you want to know where that is?"
Stella nodded shyly, her cheeks burning.
Simon leaned back slightly, letting his eyes roam over her. "Did I tell you how stunning you look in this dress?"
Stella shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No."
He tilted her chin up, his intense gaze holding hers. "Speak, little fish. I want to hear that angelic voice of yours."
"No," she repeated softly.
"You look breathtaking in this dress," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "but I know you'll look even more ethereal without it."
As if asking for permission, Simon waited for a moment before gently sliding the dress off her shoulders. Stella lifted her arms, allowing him to remove it completely. He tossed the fabric aside, his breath catching at the sight of her in nothing but her undergarments.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his eyes darkening as he took her in. "You're... unreal."
Simon leaned over her, his lips brushing against her neck as he began trailing kisses down her collarbone. Each kiss was deliberate, slow, and lingering. He nibbled and marked her skin as if claiming her, eliciting soft gasps and whimpers from her lips. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, driving him closer to the edge.
His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, but he paused, looking into her eyes. The trust shining in her gaze told him he didn't need to ask, but still, he whispered, "May I?"
Stella nodded, her voice catching as she answered, "Yes."
Simon smiled, brushing a kiss against her lips before unhooking her bra. As he slipped it off, Stella let out a quiet whimper, her body arching instinctively into his touch. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close as he kissed her neck again.
"You're going to be the death of me," Simon groaned, his voice raw with emotion and restraint.
Stella's lips curved into a small, confident smile. "Maybe," she teased softly, running her hands over his shoulders.
Simon's hands roamed over her, his touch reverent as he explored her skin. His lips replaced his hands, trailing kisses over her chest, each movement deliberate and gentle. Stella's moans filled the room, her fingers tugging lightly at his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her.
But then Simon stilled, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze. "We're not going to have sex tonight," he said firmly, though his voice was filled with warmth.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and before she could respond, he continued. "No matter how much I want to make love to you right now, this moment isn't about that. I'm just preparing you, Stella. When we do, it will be more special. You're my precious one, and you deserve nothing less."
His thumb brushed against her cheek as he added, "The day I become yours, and you become mine in every sense, is coming soon. So will you wait for me, little fish?"
Stella's heart swelled with emotion. She cupped his face, pulling him closer. "I trust you, Simon. I'll wait."
Simon smiled, his restraint giving way to tenderness as he kissed her deeply. For now, this was enough—a moment of trust and love that promised so much more to come.
Simon's lips trailed lower, his kisses slow and deliberate, igniting a fire in her. As he reached her navel, his hands gently gripped her hips, easing her panties away. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her—her vulnerability, her trust.
A low, guttural groan escaped him. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice husky and rough with desire. His eyes darkened, glinting with an unspoken promise.
"Tell me, little fish," Simon whispered as his fingers brushed her trembling thighs. "Has any man ever seen you like this?"
Stella's breath hitched, her cheeks flushed as she shook her head. "N-No," she stammered, her voice barely audible as her body tensed in anticipation.
"Good." His tone turned possessive, dangerous. "Because no one else will. And if anyone dares... they won't live to tell the tale."
Before she could respond, Simon bent down, his lips ghosting over her skin before he let his tongue flick against her. Stella gasped, her back arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her. He held her trembling thighs firmly in place, his touch both commanding and tender.
"Simon," she moaned, her voice breaking as he explored her, his mouth working wonders that left her breathless. Every flick, every movement sent her spiraling higher until she couldn't hold back any longer.
Her release came like a tidal wave, leaving her shivering in its wake. Simon didn't let a drop go to waste, savoring her as if she were the finest delicacy. When he finally pulled back, he licked his lips, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You are divine," he murmured, his voice like velvet, tinged with hunger. "The real elixir."
Stella could barely respond, her body still trembling with aftershocks. The sight of him, disheveled and utterly captivated, made her heart race anew.
Simon leaned down again, this time pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "Now," he whispered darkly, "time for my dessert."
His fangs extended, sharp and glinting in the dim light. Without hesitation, he sank them gently into her inner thigh, the sensation sharp and electric. Stella cried out, her fingers threading through his hair as he drank deeply.
Her blood was intoxicating, sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted. But more than the taste, it was her—her trust, her surrender—that left him addicted. He was losing himself to her, and he didn't care.
After he'd taken enough, Simon licked the puncture wounds tenderly, his tongue soothing her skin. Stella sighed, her body relaxing as pleasure gave way to exhaustion.
Simon chuckled softly as he leaned back. "Sleepyhead," he murmured when he noticed her eyes fluttering closed.
Grabbing his discarded shirt, he slipped it over her, the oversized fabric enveloping her petite frame. She murmured incoherently, already drifting into sleep. Simon stayed a moment longer, brushing stray strands of hair from her face, before cleaning her gently.
When he touched her thigh, she let out a faint moan, and his gaze hardened, a mix of protectiveness and longing flaring within him. He covered her with the duvet, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing.
As he gathered her discarded clothes, his mind wandered. She was becoming his everything—his obsession, his sanctuary.
With one last glance at her peaceful, sleeping form, Simon made his way to the bathroom. The cold shower waiting for him was hardly enough to quell the fire raging inside, but it would have to do.