LV ||| If We Go Down, We’ll Go Down Together

"Oli… You have to understand…" I cried.

"No. I'm not letting you get away from me, Hel. I am not losing my mate now that I found you. You can't let this fear consume you, beautiful. We are both strong. We can find this aether user, find your grandpa's body, find the crown, break the time spell, summon all gargoyles together, and go to war. We'll defeat her. Without harming our bond!" He said firmly, his tone low but deeper and furious. "I'll make her pay for what she did to you. For what Philippa Pepper Wreathers-Bloom did. We'll kill them, Hel."

I don't want to risk him dying in the process. I can't let that happen. "We can't, Oli," I cried, holding his face with my hands. "I can't risk this. I… I've been through this before, I know how it ends. I can't risk you."

"Stop, Hel," he growled, his eyes teary. "Please, let go of this."

"I can't. Oli, if you had seen it… if you… if… if you had seen what they did. If you had seen it you… would understand," I cried. "If… if we find a way to break the bond maybe…"

He kissed me before I could finish. An angry kiss. Not just angry but so furious that made me shake. "Don't. Please, just the idea breaks my heart. Don't try that, Hel," he whispered over my lips, forehead on mine. "I need you with me. Losing this will break me, and I know it'll break you too."

"Watching you die because you're my mate will hurt more, Oli."

But he denied it feverously, "I will not let you do this, Hel. I will not let you take this away from us, babe. If we go down, we'll go down together, and I will not accept otherwise."

"Oli," I cried, trying to make him see my side.

"Let's talk about this later, please," he whispered. "It hurts much more than I can put into words. The idea makes my heart bleed out. Let's just use this moment for us, can we do that? Let me hold you and kiss you and show you how it's much better with me."

I gulped, "I won't change my mind."

"Neither will I," he whispered, using his telekinesis to push the tray far away from the bed, then he pressed me down, coming over me. "For now, let me do what I promised I would, babe. Let me make you love me."

I'm only scared that's already working.

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After some more hours of intense sex with Oliver, all the sorrow from our conversation was gone, and when I tried to unfreeze time to get it all running again, I notice my magic wasn't being used anymore. Gasping I turned to him, "I don't know when, but I think I stopped using my time magic," I gasped.

He blinked, "What? It was still working when I brought you here."

"Not anymore," I covered my lips with my hand. "You think they could have heard us? We weren't being very quiet."

Oliver shot me that crazy grin of his again, all naughty, "The bed certainly was not being quiet. Come here," he pushed me to bed again, coming over me. "Let me kiss your scars."

"Don't they bother you?"

"Bother me? Why would they? You're still bloody hot with them, beautiful. Nothing changes. I just want to memorize your body with my lips, all scars, and tattoos, and moles," he whispered, naughtily kissing both my breasts, and I gasped.

"Ugh, you will get us doing some else entirety if you keep this up, bastard, and we both know it," I mumbled but my arms grabbed his head, pressing his lips on my skin.

He smiled over my cleavage, before taking one of my breasts with his fangs softly without hurting it, sucking it in a way that made me cry out his name in a huffed moan. Slowly, he began to spread kissed everywhere, over each of my scars as if they were beautiful, and when he got to my waist, he not just kissed it as he also bit it softly, which he must have been dying to do for a while. And it felt so literally bloody good.

Turning me on my back, I hugged the mattress as he did the same there, biting the nape of my neck, the other side of my waist, and even my arse, that bastard. Oliver switched me over again and kissed my legs, and when he came to kiss my feet, he was on his knees again. "You like to see me like this, don't you, my naughty serpent?" He grinned.

I licked my lips, "Of course, all males should be on their knees, no? Seeing you like this makes me feel something I can't even name it."

Oliver chuckled softly, kissing the tattoo there, "Was hell boring, Hel?" Ugh, those damn jokes.

"The heaven you just showed me today was definitely better," I let it out on a whisper, and his eyes turned blood red again. He pushed me up to the silk mattress and opened my legs, lowering himself there, making my heart soar up, and as he held my thighs firmly, he kept his eyes on mine.

"Hands on my hair, beautiful," he said softly, but I recognized the order in his voice, and it made my hands move instantly. "I'll devour you like I did earlier, but I still doubt it'll be as amazing as what you made me feel when you took me in your lips."

"Filthy lustful vampire," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

"Eyes on mine, love. I want to see as those two beautiful sapphires burn with the pleasure I'm going to give you. So, keep them on mine," then he breathed over my feverous pussy that was now addicted to him, and it made me let out a soft gasp. "I love how sensible you are to me," it was the last thing he said before he dove in, and I couldn't help lifting my hip for him, to let him go further as I held his hair and pressed him down on me.

I have no idea if all vampires have such long tongues, but Goddess, Oliver certainly does has an unholy one. Pressing the tip of his thin nose on my clit just to make a soft pressure, he licked me with his velvet tongue up and down deliciously slow, in the way he noticed I liked it when he first did it, fangs grasping softly the inner lips, he took his time moisturizing my already dripping wet pussy with his tongue, and he made sure to get me all ecstatic before he slide that insane tongue of his in me. But when he did it, he made those circling moved that made me cry out loud for him.

And he was drinking on my second orgasm when a knock came from the door. But before he could do anything, I held him still, "Don't you dare to stop, Oliver," I groaned.

"Are you two alive in there?" Rio screamed. Of course, it was this bloody bastard. It's always him. "Is the room alright or is it entirely destroy? We can hear the ground almost breaking from down here. Feels like it'll fall over our heads. What are you? Two starving savage beasts?"

I growled, "I swear, I'll skin him alive," I cursed. "Get the bloody fuck out of here, Rio. Fuck the fuck off," I screamed loud enough for it to go through the thin open line under the door. "Or I'll kill you!"

"Seems like you're alive," he chuckled and left.

When I looked at Oliver again, his eyes were red and he looked pissed off, as if he was about to kill someone, which is the exact look he displays when he's jealous. "Not now," I groaned.

But he was definitely not having it as he licked me one more time, held my wrists and came over, pressing them together above my head, his eyes feral, "Don't ever, ever, call another male's name when I'm with you like this, when I'm in you, Hel. Ever. No matter who the fuck it is. Neither another female's name. None but mine. It makes me see red, I get so bloody damn furious that I can only think of killing the said person," he hissed over my lips, eyes on mine. "You wouldn't like if I did the same."

If he called for another female? Hell, I would definitely not like it at all. At all. "Okay, I won't," I chuckled.

"Why are you laughing, beautiful? I'm serious here."

I arched my body towards his, hugging his torso with my legs, his rock-hard huge cock's head pressing right on my folds that thanks to his work, were all ready to take him in. "You are just too hot when you're angry and jealous and nervous and frustrated and when your eyes turn red like this," I whispered sensually, but he kept my wrists locked under his grasp.

"You are an infuriating little serpent, you know that," he growled pressing his lips over mine hard, still angry. "Provoking me like this, always pushing all of my buttons," Oliver took his free hand to his cock, adjusting it enough to be right where we needed it, then he put all in, in a violent, hard and deep thrust, that took my breath away. "But so bloody damn addicting!"

Crying with the overwhelming pleasure, I kissed him again.

He bit my lips, still angry for me having said Rio's name before, "You like when I go hard on you, don't you, Hel? When I do it rough and with a bit of violence." His voice was a deep whisper, and it spread shivers down my entire body, making me press my pussy around him hard.

"I love it," I breathed.

Grinning over my skin, he reached that very spot of my neck, "Yes, you do. I know you do, because it's me who's doing. We can't keep our hands to ourselves. We definitely won't be able to after all this."

"I mean, we could," I grinned, "but why would we want to?"

"Bloody damn straight, beautiful," then his fangs were inside me.