WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD SEXUAL CONTENT.
Alexander
"Agatha… please… slow down, okay?" I pleaded, my eyes searching hers, her gaze both terrifying and strangely comforting. Her fangs gleamed sharply, almost delicate, yet dangerous enough to pierce my skin like fragile glass.
I closed my eyes as her breath ghosted over my neck, tears blurring my vision. Fear, nervousness, and a strange curiosity warred inside me.
"Aah…" I whimpered, involuntarily clutching her waist as a sharp, burning sensation shot through me from her slow, deliberate bite.
Suddenly, she froze at the sound of my sobs, her hand lightly resting on my back.
"Agatha… it hurts," I whispered, my voice trembling, my skin prickling from her fangs.
With a gasp, I clenched her waist as her teeth finally punctured my flesh, blood rushing into her mouth. Overwhelmed, I felt her lips suck gently at my neck to get my blood, my vulnerability laid bare.
A conflicted rush surged through me, my rational mind screaming to push her away, yet a strange, compelling desire to surrender and please her took hold.
My eyes fluttered shut as her mouth continued to draw from me. I gasped softly, my hands clutching her hips tighter to steady myself.
A shiver ran through me as I felt her groan vibrate against my neck. Giving in, I pushed aside my fears and pressed her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist. She responded, her hands resting softly on my back, one gripping my hair to tilt my neck further.
When her fangs finally withdrew, I opened my eyes. She looked at me, her face now smooth and surprisingly gentle, a soft gaze in her eyes. Slowly, she leaned in, and her lips brushed against mine in a delicate, almost tender kiss.
I couldn't resist copying her, our lips meeting with hesitant exploration. I tasted the metallic hint of my blood on her lips, strangely intoxicating.
A whine escaped me when she captured my lower lip, suckling softly, pulling me even closer. Her bra pressed against my chest, and a flush of heat crept over my face.
She paused briefly to breathe, a hint of hunger flickering in her eyes. I watched as she licked my wounded neck up to my jawline before returning to kiss me again.
The sensation was driving me wild.
My hands boldly traced down to her hips, gripping tightly. She broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto mine.
"Gosh, you're so sweet, Alexander." she murmured, her words sending a thrill through me. She kissed my neck again, leaving a hickey behind.
My cheeks flushed crimson as my hands slid beneath her top, holding her warm waist.
A low groan escaped me as she continued to mark my skin, her lips and teeth igniting a fire inside me. Yet, I couldn't ignore the growing ache in my manhood.
"Agatha… please…" I whimpered, seeking her again, though she seemed lost in her hunger.
"Please what?" she teased softly, her voice a seductive whisper, as I felt the sting from her bite still tingling on my neck.
"Please, Agatha..you're driving me crazy." My voice trembled as she continued to mark me with a hickey all over my neck.
She stopped marking me, and one of her hands cupped my cheeks.
My eyes widened as she suddenly bit her own wrist.
"Open your mouth." Her voice was full of demand, and I looked at her bleeding wrist.
"What's that for?" I gulped.
"So your wound can heal in just seconds." I felt doubtful, but I opened my mouth, and she sucked her own blood from her wrist without breaking our eye contact filled with a hint of hunger.
Her lips met mine once again, and she pushed her blood inside my mouth, which made me drink it.
I drank all of her blood from her mouth, while my hands dangerously went up inside her t-shirt, and my finger brushed against her bra.
She pulled away after I finished drinking her blood from her mouth and she got off my lap.
I looked down at my pants and my face flushed as I saw my bulge wanting to get out of my pants.
"Go to sleep." She gave me a sharp look before lying on the other side of the bed facing me.
I slowly lay beside her without the pillow between us, and she immediately embraced me closer to her.
I smelled her seductive perfume and I pressed my face closer to her neck while her hands were wrapped around my waist and her legs were tangled between my semi-hard manhood that had been aching earlier to be released.
My eyelashes fluttered shut, and my heart returned to normal.
....…..
I jolted awake from my deep slumber and held my neck frantically searching for the wound.
Was it a dream?
I immediately got out of my bed, but I stopped when I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My breath stopped when I went in front of the mirror and saw multiple hickey marks all over my neck, but some of them were on my jawline, while I had wounds in my lips, proving that last night wasn't a dream at all.
My hands tremble from the thoughts of her.
It can't be real…why didn't she kill me?
My mind automatically replayed her actions last night and how she was so gentle to me, and almost affectionate.
I fell back on the bed, and my brain continued to repeat what had happened last night, I sighed before standing up and opening my laptop to research about vampires.
I saw a video of an old journalist reporting about the town in Kalista that had witches massacred accused vampires. I clicked the video and read the subtitles.
A man who seemed to be a journalist walked through the historical burning area during the time and explained its origins.
"Some journalists believed in the theory that 10 years ago, vampires were everywhere on the earth due to reports of dead bodies in the woods with bite marks on the neck, and while the witches here who witnessed the burial massacre had said that vampires are their natural enemy due to how the vampires disrupt the balance of nature which led to this massacre."
I paused the video and exited the page, I couldn't bear to think about it anymore, yet her blood magically healed her bite marks on my neck.