[WARNING: MATURE-CONTENT AHEAD. THIS CHAPTER MAY BRING DISCOMFORT TO OTHERS. NOT ADVISABLE TO AGED 17 AND BELOW. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
When he lowered his lips onto mine, our lips barely touched at first. His lips parted, just slightly, as if requesting me to do the same.
I did. And Sam kissed me firmly.
This kiss… it wasn’t as controlled or wild just like the first or the third we had today. It felt… natural, igniting so many emotions I couldn’t decide which was the dominant one.
All I knew was, I’m willing to go hell just to be with him.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his under shirt gently hoping it would come off. Honestly, I didn’t know what I’m doing, but my body had been following my instincts.
Sam let out a small breath that sounded like a short laugh. I blushed, biting his bottom lips as a punishment.
His lips broke into a smile against my lips, but continued on. Each time his little fangs graze me, my heart raced faster.
I’m burning even when my body was underwater. Ironic, the water embracing me wasn’t cooling me down. Instead, I felt like fire, about to make this tub of water boil.
Sam nuzzled me down without parting his lips from mine. Afraid to slip, I hooked my arms on his bare shoulder while he entered the tub.
Was he completely naked? I don’t know, and it didn’t matter.
When he was in the tub with me, Sam pulled my slim shoulders to him. I instantly melted into his arms, perching on his lap, both my sole on his rear.
I rested my arms on his shoulder, shivering as he run his fingers down my spine. Under his touch, he ignited a sensational… lightning in my body.
My breath shortened as desperation overwhelmed me. “Sam…” I whispered in his mouth.
Under water, his arms held me gently, but firmly, into his body. It snaked around my waist, pulling me even closer, as if he was just as desperate as I am.
I could feel his taut muscles working against me, feeling the strength of his arms and torso as he cradled my body.
My body frame which felt so tiny in his arms.
When he broke our kiss, Sam called my name, “Lil,” that was barely a level above to a whisper. “Stop me.”
His voice was low, desperate, and pleading. The apex of his nose brushing my neck, breathing hot breaths on my skin.
Stop…? My mind buzzed. I was spellbound.
Sam began leaving small, passionate kisses on my skin, coupled by gentle licks from his tongue. As he did, his grip around me tightened.
“Stop me, Lil.” Under his breath, Sam whispered again. “or I’ll end up…”
He trailed off as I heard him suck air heavily through his gritted teeth. Slowly, he pushed me lightly, granting me to see his crimson eyes that were glowing dangerously.
“I’ll end up sinking my fangs on your neck.” He urged, panting as if restraining himself from what he wished to do.
I gulped, clasping his shoulder tightly before I loosened it. Biting my lips, I cupped his cheek and stared into his eyes.
I don’t want to stop him, though. Seeing him upset on either desiring to drink my blood or failing to stop that craving brought pain into my heart.
His eyes told me about his struggles; that he didn’t want to hurt me.
Without thinking twice, I bent down and left a soft but brief peck on his lips.
One…
Two…
Three…
I felt his shoulder tensed at my action. My kiss was brief and not deep, but I hoped he understood my actions.
Still cupping both his cheeks, my forefinger slowly reached towards the tip of his fang. They were sharp. If I pressed my finger a little, I’ll bleed.
But more than how deadly his fangs appeared. My heart softened upon touching it.
“They’re beautiful, Sam.” I muttered as I moved my gaze back to his eyes.
His brows raised briefly, surprised at my words. What a sight to see him flinch, as it was his on his many hobbies to startle me.
“Your fangs, I mean.” I added, as I bit my lower lip and pushed the tip of my finger against it.
As soon as I did, his eyes widened as blood oozed from my finger.
“It didn’t hurt.” I smiled as I wiped the blood on his lower lip.
“Lil.” Sam’s breath hitched as his eyes darkened.
Was I bold or foolish? It didn’t matter to me either way.
“I’ve often thought I’d die being a vampire’s meal in the past. It terrified me, Sam.” I confessed, leaning closer to him, trailing kisses on his jaw to his ear.
“But if I’d have the liberty to choose of who would drink my blood, I would want you to be that person.”
Upon my last remarks, I hooked my arms around him, leaving a last peck on his lips. His arms crawled up to on my back, pulling me closer as he buried his face on my shoulder.
“Tell me to stop,” He whispered, the tip of his fangs brushing my shoulder to my jugular. “I will, no questions asked.”
“Mhmm.” I nodded, embracing the violent beating of my heart.
I held my breath as Sam began kissing my skin, sucking and licking my neck, soothing me from the slight fear creeping into my heart. When his fangs grazed me, I closed my eyes as I tilted my head so he could have a better access.
Slowly but surely, I felt my body relaxed upon his last reassuring kiss. And then finally, I felt him biting into my supple skin.
It felt different from what I thought. There was no pain or discomfort. My fear instantly disappeared.
I arched my back against him, running my fingers through his soft, argent hair. This sensation running through my blood was pure pleasure, leaving my mouth open, eyes closed in ecstasy.
Sam gripped my body tightly, drinking slowly to make me feel everything he was doing. He didn’t need to; I was paying attention.
My breathing grew considerably.
From every blood of mine that goes through his mouth, to his every gulp that caressed my ears, I could feel and hear it all at once.
I never thought Sam drinking my blood would feel so intimate. I felt loved, desired, and valued.
When he was done, Sam slowly pulled away, licking his lips as he sealed his love marks with a kiss. After that, he drew his head back and his fangs grew back into small canine teeth.
His eyes brimmed with enthusiasm, satisfaction, and content. I could see my reflection flush as I bit my lower lip, grinning back at him like a fool.
I couldn’t pinpoint this utter satisfaction circling around my heart. But I felt that we had broken a barrier together that cemented this bond between us.
We didn’t speak for a while, just staring at each other smiling and grinning; and somehow, it grew to short laughters.
Why are we chuckling?
“Silly,” Sam humored, pinching my both cheek lightly. “Come, you’ll catch a cold. We’ll continue it later.”