[Warning: The chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]

Once again, I felt his warmth enveloping my lips, shooting through my heart. Leaving negativity behind; racial difference, fears of the unknown, and broke everything that built the border between us.

Without thinking, I hooked my arms over his shoulders. Standing on the tip of my toes to feel more of him.

A repressed groan left his lips as he pulled me up closer. Our lips moved in sync movements, tongues dancing in the rhythm of my heart.

I could feel his fangs growing again. Each time it grazed my lips, I felt his sudden urge to ease. And my lips slowed down each time.

“Oh, Sam…” In between our breaks to breathe, I whispered in his mouth.

He replied with a low groan, his grip on my waist tightening. I’m losing my mind and I’m… loving it.

I want to feel more of him, was what filled my head at the moment. I don’t know how, but my greed over him overwhelmed me. I wanted more. I wanted him deeper and closer.

Taking notice of my unspoken wishes, Sam held me tighter and closer. His lips demanding, the same way I yearned for more.

“I want you…” When his lips parted from mine, he continued on, leaving trails of kisses on my ear to my jaw, then down to my neck. Slowly and sensually etching the sensation of his lips on mine.

“… so bad, I’m losing my mind.” 

He added in between his kisses. I breathed heavily, stretching my neck, eyes closed. My heart tingling every time his voice caressed my ears.

“Then, take me.” I breathed, panting, as I clasped on his shoulder.

“My pleasure.” 

Upon saying so, he lifted me up while I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He looked up, and I leaned down, capturing those dangerously addicting lips.

He started walking, but I didn’t care where to. Even if he took me to hell right now, I wouldn’t care.

Because he was my heaven at this moment. It was scary that this foreign sensation was taking over sanity. I couldn’t think of anything else but him.

I’m not sired. I’m in love; madly and deeply in love with him.

  Even when my lips swelled a little and numb, I didn’t want to stop. When he gently pulled away, I failed to conceal the frown on my lips.

“Why are you frowning, silly?” He chuckled, yet his eyes burned with passion.

Why am I frowning? The reason was the same as why his eyes were frowning. But I kept my thought inside my head.

“Let’s take a bath first. I want to make this special.” He whispered, leaving a quick peck on my frowning lips.

“Was that…” I trailed as a bit my lip. “… necessary?”

“If you ask me, I would say otherwise. But Mister Perfect hinted us, remember?” Slowly, the side of his lips curled into a playful smile.

Right. Fabian said about cleansing me previously, before drinking his blood. Since I wanted this just as much as Sam wanted it, we had skipped the second part. We might as well follow the first one.

“Alright,” I reluctantly answered, inciting another wave of chuckles from him.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I murmured with a huff.

“Apologies. I’m merely indulging at the fact that the feeling is mutual.” Sam explained, and left another quick kiss on my lips.

“Come down. Let me undress you before the water goes cold.” He urged patiently.

Doing as what I was told, I slowly got down and stood on my feet. Sam offered a mischievous smile while I raised my hands up.

“Goodness…” When Sam hooked his finger on the hem of my undergarment, he huffed and let my chemise go. “Just go straight to the tub. I don’t know what I would do if you stand bare right now.”

He retracted his finger away. His eyes remained on me, demanding and pleading. I understood his will to make this special. Thus, I nodded despite being puzzled.

I turned around, trudging towards the tub. Carefully, I tiptoed my way into the tub and slowly soaked my body.

When I sat down, water over my chest, I moved my gaze back to him. Sam was watching me. His eyes glinted with an intense thirst.

“The water is still warm, but it will go cold soon.” I muttered, slowly taking off my chemise.

When I undressed myself, I let him watch me; carefully holding that thin, damp dress with my finger. I stretched my arm out of the tub and then dropped the dress.

I didn’t know why, but my instinct told me this act would make things special. And it did.

Sam gasped faintly, his chest moving in a heavy in and out motion. His eyes on me, watching me from start until when I tossed my undergarment out of the tub.

His expression amused me. A glint of suppressed excitement flickering across his crimson orbs.

“Aren’t you a natural tease?” He humored as he chuckled in defeat. “Goodness. I hope I can make it till we’re under the quilts.”

He muttered as he shook his head. Sam then began unbuttoning his vest. 

I gulped as he trudged towards the tub while dropping the first layer of clothes he wore. Sam perched on the rim of the tub, his hands busily unbuttoned himself.

Instinctively, I shrunk back. My back against the inner curved of the tub, my knees bent up until the top of knees were over the water.

“Tell me when I’m going too far, will you?” He requested, staring at me lovingly.

“How far?” I blurted out, and he sighed.

Suddenly, his hands stopped undressing himself. His left hand slowly reached my knees, his sleeve getting soaked with water. Squeezing my inner thigh lightly.

He just squeezed my inner thigh, but my lower region craved for more. Gracious goodness… I wanted him to touch me further!

“When you feel uncomfortable and in pain.” He answered.

I glanced at his hand and then back to his eyes. “What if I enjoyed the pain?”

“Don’t. Let’s not indulged in hurting each other for pleasure.” He said solemnly.

I lightly rocked my head and forth. “Alright.”

He smiled upon hearing my agreement. Sam retracted his hand from my inner thigh, making me frown. But that same finger lifted my chin up. Before I knew it, he already bent down for another long and deep kiss.