LI ||| I Mean, I Could, But Why Would I Want To?

Putting the food down, I got up and walked to him.

"What is it, beautiful?" He asked concerned, but froze when I pull up my leg, held the shirt-dress up, and sat on him, legs at his sides, slowly sliding him deeply into me again, as he was still naked and rock hard, and my sudden action got his turquoise eyes turning blood red again and taking his breath away.

I gasped, closing my eyes as I sat on his insane cock in one go, and it overwhelmed me. Then I crossed my arms around his neck again, and I only opened my eyes when I was able to breath again.

"This was the sexiest thing you've did," he whispered, hands on my waist and arse, gripping hard.

Inhaling his delicious scent I brushed my lips on his, "You can't smile like that and expect me to do nothing, Oliver. Not after all we just did, or the fact that I'm still high on you."

Again, the bastard gave me that smile, "What smile?"

"This exact same one," I groaned, smashing my lips on his.

His hands went to my hips, helping me ride him again, carrying me so he could get his cock in and almost out, over and over and over. Always going balls deep. And when I bend my head moaning, he grabbed my breast with his mouth, making me moan louder given how sensitive my skin is, and when he played my nipples with his fangs like he did before, I saw stars and cried out his name.

Still inside of me, he held my thighs tight and got up, pressing my back on the wall near his huge bed, going deeper and quicker and harder than he had earlier. Then he released my breasts and brought his fangs to the point he likes the most on my neck and bite me, knowing I enjoy it as much he does. Until he was satisfied and kissed me as hard as he was thrusting into my tight and wet cunt.

Oliver faded from the wall to his bed, this time over me, pressing me down on his silk fancy mattress. "I claimed you on your bed, let me do it on mine," he whispered with lust, before turning me around and putting me on all fours. "Your arse is perfect, beautiful."

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"I think you may have caused an earthquake," he giggled.

"It's your fault," I growled. "Your venom is doing this to me."

"Oh, yeah, because you aren't immune to it," Oliver chuckled as he carried me off of his enormous fancy bathtub on his arms, after we did it all again when we tried to take a bath. "It's because you can't keep your hands to yourself anymore after you got a taste of me," he flashed his fangs.

I rolled my eyes, "You're the one who can't keep yours from me."

"I mean, I could, but why would I want to?" This lustful bastard.

"Did you just quote a Selena Gomez song?" I arched my eyebrows in surprise. "You don't look like the pop type," he just got more attractive.

"But I am, and I kind of think that might be our song," he grinned.

I'm not telling him, but I kind of agree. "You made me hungrier."

"You're the one who jumped on me," Oliver scoffed.

I looked away, "I didn't jump on you. I sat on you."

"Indeed, you did. I'm proud of you," he kissed my cheek. "You're free to do that whenever you want to, by the way. I liked it way too much. I knew you had it in you to attack me."

This… ugh, "I didn't attack you."

"Oh, you did," he tilted his head, showing the my bite mark.

"As if you didn't bite me everywhere," I glared at him.

"You made me hungry for you, what could I do? Keep my fangs to myself? I mean, I could, but why would I want to?" He's an idiot.

"Is that your favorite song or something?" I mocked blushing.

He gave me that insane grin again, "Now it is."

Oliver is impossible. Impossible!

"What, from the bottom of my bloody heart, the hell?" I quoted the tattoo a little up at the left side of his hips, "What's the meaning of that one?" It's the simplest of all the ones he has.

"Just a constant thought," this time he sat me down on his bed and helped me dress at least a matching black lace bra and panties he chose from my room before he brought me here. Then he put on a pair of Gucci black shorts, in a way to try to hold both of our desires.

"What about the black waves surrounding both of your lower arms? From a little above your elbows to your wrists," it's beautiful.

"Shadows," he said as he brought me a tray of food in the bed. "I picked a slice of boar meat pie, fried chicken tenders, some fish and fries, a bow of boiled rice with spice sauce since I noticed you like, a fruit salad with strawberry and banana and green apple and papaya, a slice of chocolate and strawberry cake, and the jar of the strawberry and lemon with vodka cocktail. There's other things if you want," then he put it in front of me. "I cooked tons of stuff because I didn't know what you would prefer."

I stared at him, then pushed the tray to stay between us, "You're making me want to actually jump on you now, so better to keep this right here." Gulping and avoiding his eyes, I picked a cup with the cocktail, all of a sudden feeling thirsty.

"I'm starting to think you're as lustful as I am, beautiful," he sat closer, "but just better at filtering. Seems like everything I do turns you on, it's just like that for me too. Like right now," he toned down his deep and raspy voice, "I'm hard just because you are drinking this cocktail."

That made me choke, "Stop it, vampire. You're doing on purpose."

"Of course, I am. You look hotter when nervous," ugh.

"You don't feel hungry?" I asked as I picked one of the fries. "I mean, when you see someone else eating?"

His turquoise went to my throat, "Only if it's you. Anyone else, no. But I'm satisfied right now, thanks to you. Your blood was definitely the second best meal I've ever had in my life."

I frowned, "Second?"

A nod, "Eating you comes first!"

"Oliver!" I gasped embarrassed. "You aren't helping."

"Okay, okay, sorry. Eat," he looked away, smiling with dimples.

"Can't you contain yourself?" I stared down at my food.

"I mean, I could, but why would I want to?" He said still smiling.

"Ugh, you're impossible." I groaned.

"We both are," he does have a point, but I won't admit it.

Clicking my tongue, I looked around his room, "So, you have this tower all for yourself? Is it a Prince privilege?"

He crossed his arms over his naked chest, "It's more of a display of power than anything. Only the strongest get a room all for themselves. The heirs of all the main families happened to also have such a privilege. The top of the tower, which has two floors, is entirely mine, plus the roof. Down my two floors there's six single rooms that are bigger than the normal dorms and each of them is for one of my Circle friends."

It indeed sounds like a power display, "Even your brother?"

A nod, "I offered him half of my place, but he didn't want to. River is the type who can't stay alone. Even though he has a room all for himself, he's like neighbors with the other five, and he prefers it like that. While I enjoy being with them, I also prefer my privacy and time for myself. So, these two floors are mine."

"The towers have four floors at total, right?" I ate a strawberry.

"Yes. First floor is kind of a place for us to hang out. Though they all just end up hanging out on my first floor. This is the second."

"Makes sense. And are those rooms also sound proof?" I blinked as innocent as I could manage, but of course he glared at me with the filthiest of the looks. "What?"

"Now you are making me want to jump on you," oh dear Goddess.

Gulping, I looked away, unable to hide my grin, "I'm serious."

"Yes. They are soundproof. Only sound proof though. If we all but shake the entire tower, they will be able to tell," good that I froze time then.

"By the way, where's Jack?" I blinked.

"He backed away when I arrived in your dorm, flying to one of the girls' beds. You ended up freezing him in time too. So, he's in your room!"

What? "I can freeze him?"

"Apparently yes. Besides, he's a physical bond, he can be separated from you like a dog. The difference is that he has a mind connection with you and magic, but he's like any other animal. He also sleeps, if I'm not mistaken about his kind. Only spiritual bonds never get separated from you no matter what!" This is good.

"He'll hate it, but I'll totally use this," I grinned mischievously. "It must be good to drink blood and feel satisfied. I'm still bloody hungry for food, even though I drank quite a lot from you." Then I ate a spoonful of spicy rice. "Though I still prefer to be able to eat food, it's just something else," I picked the glass with the cocktail again. "Must be tough to be a vampire!"

When Oliver stared at my eyes this time, I couldn't decipher the emotion in them, "Must be tougher to be an winged serpent."