CHAPTER 25
Still holding Nate's hand, the girl walked up the stairs into a room at the end of the hallway. The room was of fair size, with a nice chandelier hanging above the bed. Nate looked around, taking in the room's elegance, impressed by Farian's meticulous attention to detail.
The girl turned to face Nate, sensing his nervousness. She smiled reassuringly and stepped closer, so close that she could feel Nate's ragged breathing on her face. "Just relax," she murmured, brushing his lips with hers. She then reached for the bottle of wine in Nate's hand, and he let go, watching as she walked to the wine table to fetch glasses from the glass tray. Nate noticed he still had the knife from earlier. In a blur, he placed the knife on the nightstand next to the bed and went to where she was, standing behind her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back, breathing down her neck.
"Easy there, tiger," she teased as she poured the wine into two glasses and turned to him. "We'll have plenty of time for that." She went on and handed one glass to him. "You heard the man, this bottle is older than both of us; let's not waste it."
Nate was so lost in the girl's eyes that he barely heard what she was saying. It was only when she clinked the glasses that he broke out of the trance and drank with her.
"It's actually a pretty decent bottle, the best I've had so far," Nate admitted, feeling more at ease. He was surprised to find this stranger's presence calming, and he quickly grew fond of her.
She poured them another glass and a third one before setting the glasses down next to the wine bottle. Before she could turn back to him, she felt him behind her again. She smiled, feeling his hand move up from her waist. His warm breath on her neck, followed by soft kisses, made her hair stand, followed by goosebumps. She could easily tell he was desperate for this, with his hands hurriedly making their way to her breasts. He fondled them passionately, his kisses on her neck turning to love bites, and she loved it. One of his hands moved down from her breast, down her stomach, but she stopped him before he could go any further. She turned and looked into his eyes that burned with desire. She could see how much he craved it. Before any other thoughts could cross her mind, he used his vampire strength to pick her up and blurred to the wall, pressing her back against it. With his arms holding her by the thighs, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
She looked down into his eyes and covered his lips with hers, kissing with a sudden desperation that left both of them craving more of each other. As they swallowed each other, she felt him push her harder against the wall, and she loved it. In a second, he blurred to the other side of the room and pinned her to the wall next to the window. He took both her hands and pinned them right above her head, burying his face in her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting all at the same time and she rewarded him him wish soft moans in his ear.
She didn't know how to feel. She didn't know if it was the vampire speed and strength, the way he manhandled her, throwing her around the room, or something else. All she knew was that it was the best she'd felt.
She managed to free her hands and pushed him away, pushing further back until he was by the bed. She hurriedly removed the blazer he had on and pulled open his shirt, breaking some of the buttons, but that was the least of their worries at that moment. With the shirt on the floor, she pushed him, and he fell on the bed, lying down and looking at her. She bent over to him and kissed him all the way from his neck, down his chest to his stomach. She quickly undid his belt and pulled his pants down, leaving him with nothing but his boxers on. She stared down at his hard on poking through his boxers and smiled, brushing her hands over it, looking him in the eyes.
She pulled up her dress ever so slightly, up to her mid-thighs. She then slowly climbed on the bed and sat on him, watching his eyes grow wide. She smiled and bent to him, continuing to kiss his lips and chest as she rubbed herself on him, moving back and forth. She then climbed down from him, and he sat up, watching as she undid the knot at her waist, loosening the dress. She saw a smirk grow on his lips. She smiled as the dress parted, exposing her naked upper body. The dress dropped to the floor, leaving her with nothing but her panties on. In one quick blur, she found herself on the bed, with Nate standing over her. He leaned to her, pinning her hands next to her body, leaning further down to kiss her stomach. The feel of his lips on her bare skin was sensational, sending chills coursing through her. She closed her eyes, allowing him to do with her whatever he pleased.
After three rounds of ravenous vampire sex that left both of them feeling ecstatic and out of breath, the girl fell to Nate's side, and they both lay facing up, desperately trying to catch their breath.
"Holy shit!" Nate managed with a light laugh.
"I know, right?" she added, tilting her head to look at him.
"That was insane," he admitted with a wide smile.
She smiled and leaned in for a soft kiss, then pulled on a bedsheet, which she wrapped around herself as she stood from the bed, as if they hadn't just seen the inside and out of each other. She started walking to the wine table, but he pulled on the sheet, and she turned, "Let go!" She said playfully.
He held on for a while longer but finally let go and watched her walk away, smiling as the events of the past few minutes played on his mind.
At the wine table, she poured herself a drink, emptied it in one gulp, poured again, and walked to him. She climbed on the bed once again and sat on him, as if to straddle him. He sat up and took the glass from her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
"I just realized I've had the best sex of my life with a stranger whose name I don't know," Nate told her as he took a sip.
"It's Nia."
He smiled and raised the glass, "To Nia."
She gave a nod and watched as he emptied the remaining wine into his mouth.
"So, young Nate," she teased, mimicking Farian's voice, and they both broke into a laugh. "After the best sex of your life," she paused and watched his face. "Do you feel like you can compel me now?"
"I don't know. Only one way to find out." She looked into his eyes, and he into hers. "Go pour me another drink."
She just looked at him for a while, and he looked right back, then she broke into a laugh. "You look so stupid."
"Damnit!" he cursed, looking away.
"Hey," she drawled, taking his face into her palms, leaning in, and kissing his lips lightly. "Don't worry, you'll get it right."
He smiled at the sound of that.
She stretched to the nightstand and grabbed the knife Nate had placed there. "What are you doing?" Nate asked, somewhat alarmed.
"Well, your friend Farian doesn't think you're capable of controlling yourself when drinking human blood," she paused and made a small cut on her index finger, and a red dot quickly formed.
"Nia," Nate called, his eyes fixed on the blood on her finger. His eyes quickly darkened, and his fangs grew. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"I think you can control yourself," she told him, pressing against the finger with her thumb, causing more blood to flow out. "I don't think you're going to hurt me, Nate. Just trust yourself."
She then smeared the blood from her finger on her lower lip and leaned in. Nate tried to resist, but the smell of fresh human blood was just too much for him. He took her by the lips, sucking on them, his initial hesitation slowly melting away. His grip around her tightened, with his urge to bite growing with each second, but his desire to protect her was stronger.
She moaned softly against his lips, her hands playing in his hair. "You can do this," she whispered between kisses.
He pulled out of the kiss, his breathing ragged, with his eyes still dark, filled with a thirst for blood—her blood.
She looked into his dark eyes; he looked away, but she held him and made him turn to face her. Slowly, she brought her injured finger close to his mouth, but he seemed hesitant.
"You won't hurt me," she said confidently.
Nate gave a nod and opened his mouth slightly. She pushed her bloody finger into his mouth and felt him suck. He savored the metallic taste in his mouth but was careful to hold back the urge to bite.
"You did good," she whispered after pulling her finger from his mouth. "You're stronger than you think, Nate Connor."
She watched as the darkness in his eyes slowly receded, and a smile grew on his lips. She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and tied her arms around his neck, pressing his head against her chest.