XLIX ||| Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself

They say it hurts when a vampire bites you.

But, oh dear, these people couldn't have been more full of bullshite, because it's the most delicious sensation you could possibly imagine. And I understand pain better than anyone. What Oliver's bite made me feel was definitely not pain at all, if one thing, I would call it the roughest and most hallucinating and addicting type of pleasure.

It made me burn. In fact, I have a feeling we are both burning, both covered in purple flame, but not really burning. Immune to whatever kind of danger one may represent to the other. But I may be imagining, it's hard to say when I can't even think straight.

As he sank deeper into my neck, drinking from me with delight, his hands in a hard grip on my body, I pressed myself onto him, opening up for whatever he wanted to give me, whatever he wanted to take away. My sharp nails scratching his back, marking him in more ways than just with my bite, and when his venom made me feel even more ecstatic, I brought my hands to his hair, pressing his head deeper into my neck.

I didn't even try containing the moans of pleasure leaving my lips, as I know doing so would be impossible.

And when I thought I was about to lose my mind, he retracted his fangs, sensually sucked the blood from the two small wounds and kissed it once, twice, thrice. "You taste like never I've had before, and like every-bloody-thing I've ever wanted," then he brought his kissed up to my jaw, my cheeks, and my lips again. "You taste fucking amazing, Hel. Delicious doesn't even begins to describe this. You just gave me a taste of heaven, and I don't I'll ever get enough of it."

The bastard knows how to melt a girl with his words, "Yeah?" I let a grin take over my lips slowly as I looked from his eyes to his lips to his eyes again, nuzzling my nose on his softly, and his blood red pupils dilated widely again, "Come here," I held his face with both hands and pressed my lips on his, tasting my blood on his lips, letting him taste his on mine.

"Help me out," he whispered, raising his strong and long arms up and pointing to the black fancy social shirt he was using.

I licked my lips, "What is this? Dolce & Gabbana?" I mocked his luxury taste as I did the job and took off the piece that was annoying the hell out of me already.

He gave me a naughty look, "No. It's Versace."

"You look better without it," let's be naughty too. And as I let my eyes devour his nude upper body, I felt myself burn again, mapping every centimeter of him with my mind. "You have tattoos," I whispered grinning.

Oliver flashed his smile with dimples, "Not as much as you do."

"They suit you. Suit you a bloody lot," I gulped.

"Are you calling me hot, beautiful?" Aye, this bloody bastard can't rest, can he? No, of course, he can't.

"Maybe?" I caressed the black snake tattoo on his left biceps. "Hm, I like this one a lot. How long did you train to get this body?" I met his eyes again, "It's quite the addicting sight."

"Are my muscles the only addicting thing to you?" Oliver licked his fangs sensually, putting my arms up, making her heartbeat sky rock.

"You know it isn't," I whispered, without taking my eyes from his.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" Then he took my shirt of and after he threw it far away from us, his eyes devoured me, skin, scars, tattoos, everything. "Bloody hell, beautiful, you're smoking hot," he gasped sounding breathless, and I saw the hunger grow in his eyes. "Tattoos on the middle of your breasts and under it? Do you want to kill me?"

Still with my eyes on his, I took his hands and put them where I felt a craving to, and his huge palms covered almost all of my breasts with its grasp. His touch spreading a wave of shiver on my entire body. "You can touch me, I'm not going to break."

"I want do a lot more than just touch you with my hands, babe."

Gulping, I whispered, "What are you waiting for?"

His eyes glowed with a dangerous gleam, "Are you sure of this?"

"Yes," I breathed. "So, let's do this before I freak out."

Oliver brought me ever closer, my breasts smashing over his also nude muscled chest, and his hands going inside my pants, grabbing my arse hard, pressing my bottom over his frightening erection, "This is your last warning, beautiful. Once I start, I will not be able to stop until I ravish you and claim you as mine in ways you can't even imagine. So, if you are not sure, you tell me right bloody now, Hel."

"I may be new to all this, but I know I'm burning for you, Oliver!"

"Then you better use your bloody time magic to slow time around us, because it'll be impossible for me to do all I want to in an hour. And if anyone dares to even knock on that bloody freaking door while I'm with you in my arms, I might send them to the med wing in a very deadly state." He groaned, pushing me down and towering me, taking off his belt. "Slow time down or stop it, Hel. This is going to take long and a lot of work."

He'll be the death of me. "Lucky us that I'm able to control and use my magic even when I'm unconscious then," closing my eyes for a second, I spread my magic all around us, stopping time altogether. When I opened again, he was beginning to take my pants off, leaving me just on my panties.

Giving me a naughty look, he threw my pants aside, "Black lace looks amazing on you, beautiful. But you will look even better without it." Then, with his eyes on mine, he stood up in all his height and put down his fancy black pants, and I had to use all of my willpower not to look down. "You can look, no need to be shy. You won't get disappointed!"

"Bastard," I cursed, but my eyes followed suit and slowly traced a track down his body, and though I was counting all the other tattoos he was hiding in all of those clothes, everything went blank when I saw his cock.

Sweet baby Crone, he wasn't joking when he said his sword was long and thick. He wasn't joking at all. In fact, I don't even think this will fit me. It's definitely bigger than my forearm. To think everything in him is big is just frightening. Frighteningly hot, attractive, and breathtaking.

"Like what you see?" He sneered, suddenly too close.

"Oliver, that will never fit me," I gasped. "You're too big."

"Don't worry, beautiful," he whispered, clearly proud of himself. "I will fit in you just fine," he took off my panties this time, eyes on me all the time. "Just telling you that I'll be keeping this," then he climbed on the bed and carried me like a doll to be over him, opening my legs wide. "I'll take you to heaven, Hel," he whispered on my ear.

Unconsciously, I opened my pussy lips for him, as he held his cock already covered in pre-cum in his hand, and I almost cried when the head touched my swollen dripping wet virgin pussy. My breath unsteady, and my heartbeat quickening like a bitch with anxiety.

He smiled softly, "It'll hurt a bit, beautiful," he whispered, "but I'll try my best to control myself not to cause you any harm." And as he kissed me hard, the fat mushroom head of his cock passed through my folds and I cried over his lips. "Relax, beautiful, it'll be easier now that you're so wet for me," he whispered and when he kissed me even deeper than before, I felt the shaft sliding in.

More, and more, and more, and more, and more. When I thought he was fully into me, my nails grabbed his back harder as even more began to slide in. "It's… it's too bloody much…" I cried.

Oliver, the bastard, grinned again, "Just a bit more, beautiful."

Not being able to help, I bit him again, this time on where his jaw meets his neck, right where he bite me, desperate for something to take my mind off of the pain of being opened like that, and he hugged my body tight as he kept sliding it in until my hips hit his with a slap and I felt his balls on my arse. "You're impaling me…" I breathed on his neck.

As his hands went to my hips in a tight grip, and he made me meet his eyes, "Move your hips for me, beautiful."