Chapter 44 History

• Her nails were no longer digging into his skin. Instead, she gripped the rug tightly, but then, in a flash, she no longer felt the ground beneath her. She opened her eyes as she was in his lap, his hands gripping her hips as she began to follow his motion, rocking her hips against him until they were in sync, her breathing heavy as sweat made her hair mat against her flesh, his lips tasted like an intoxicating drink she couldn't get enough. Even as he held onto her, kissing her chest, then her breasts, and with another jerk from him, she was leaning back. Giving him full exposure to her breasts, his tongue licking the sweat from her breasts before capturing one nipple between his teeth, suckling on it as he continued to thrust inside her, feeling her blood pumping through her veins, giving him more energy than he had ever felt before. As if this was meant to be, that he had been waiting for this moment for centuries.
• Once he was done, she was able to fall back, trying to catch her breath; she couldn't help but touch her lips where he had just kissed right when he released inside of her. She could hear his bedroom laugh, and she could only smile though her eyes were half closed; her body trembled not out of fear but from their bedroom activity. "I think..." she said, taking a shaky breath, "...that I'm in trouble with you." He, of course, could go again, but there would be time for more. Right now, he couldn't help but kiss where his fangs punctured her flesh. Only now, he was kissing that spot, and while she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. It wasn't long before she was asleep; the fear had left her face while he stayed awake. He didn't dare sleep while keeping watch over while she slept. He would keep his word by keeping watch, and if something came in here, he would be ready for it.
• By the rise of the morning sun, he knew she wasn't awake any longer. He couldn't help but move the strands of her hair from her face to the back of her ear. Remembering her blood, the sweet ambrosia gave him a look behind the curtains of who she was when no one was looking. He saw her through her memories, dancing with a mop while doing chores. He could hear her laughter, something he only heard a handful of times. He kissed her earlobe before closing his eyes.