Not a fluke

Author's note: This is from Calista's point of view

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The warm water hit my body from the shower above and I clung onto Sergio for my dear life as he plundered my insides mercilessly.

Damn, he is good!

Somehow, he knows exactly how deep, how hard, and how fast to move for me to reach an earth-shattering orgasm. And he never fails. Actually, I think that it's getting better every time.

If I said I didn't like it, that would be the biggest lie ever. I enjoyed his every thrust profusely, and I didn't care that he is a werewolf.

I wished to pack him into my suitcase and keep him as a permanent accessory in my bedroom.

I've met a number of werewolves in my life, and they all had a foul scent, but Sergio was different.

His natural scent of oak and cedarwood could serve as an air freshener.

Waves of pleasure crashed over me, every next one stronger than the previous, and I realized that another orgasm is just around the corner.

I grabbed a fistful of Sergio's hair and yanked his head back so that I can get access to his lips. He was holding my ass and guiding me to Heaven with the movement of his hips, yet he still managed to give me a mind-spinning kiss. How can a man be so amazing?

"Ah!", a lustful moan overlapped with my cry, and then I hissed, "I'm coming…"

"Come for me, love…", he murmured into my lips and increased the pace of his thrusts.

I arched my body backward, pressing the wall behind me with my head, and he squeezed my ass harshly while hitting my G-spot repeatedly with his magnificent cock.

That undid me completely and I saw stars in front of my closed eyes as the pressure in my core reached the exploding point.

My toes curled involuntarily, and I cursed while calling his name, "Shit! Sergio! Fuck!"

He was saying something, but I didn't understand a word as my senses shut down due to orgasm that short-circuited my brain and I crashed into an ocean of rapture.

My soul shook, threatening to leave my body and I'm quite sure that I blacked out for a moment. It was that good.

When I came around, Sergio groaned, and his face contorted into a grimace at the same time I felt his hard cock pulsate inside me and he filled me up with his hot seed.

There was something inexplicably sexy about his expression and I had a sense of accomplishment because I can satisfy this walking, talking pleasure factory that never runs out of energy.

"You should let me down now.", I said, and I was a bit disappointed that he obeyed.

When he pulled out, I felt empty.

Did I hope for another round? I shook those thoughts away. That's not like me. Yes, I enjoy good sex, but I don't ask for it. I take it.

While on the topic of good sex, I realized that our night in Paris was not a fluke. It was amazing and since then I bedded men and a few women, hoping to reach that level of ecstasy, but somehow it always fell short, yet here was Sergio, making me come over and over again to the point of blacking out, and I wished for one more time, even though I knew that only once won't be enough.

But I can't stay here forever. It's time to leave this sexy bubble filled with pleasure and join reality.

I turned to look at available toiletries. Shampoo, conditioner, shower gel… it all smelled like oak and cedarwood, just like Sergio, and there was a hint of lime in the shower gel.

I frowned when I confirmed that all products are masculine, it's not that I hate the scent, but that's not me.

"Don't you have anything a female would use?", I asked.

"Sorry, love. This is my place, and I didn't expect female company.", Sergio responded in a husky voice.

I found his endearment cheesy, but I let him have it. Part of me enjoyed the fact that he was not planning for a female company. There was a sense of satisfaction knowing that he doesn't bring women here, yet here I was.

I grabbed the shower gel and squeezed some on my palm. My plan was to wash bodily fluids and freshen up a bit, and take a proper shower when I return to Serina's place.

I turned toward Sergio and he reached for the shower gel, above me, but he didn't take it. He just stood there and looked at me with a fiery gaze.

I glanced down and saw that he was hard and ready again. Of course, he noticed me staring.

"Don't you have a limit of how many times you can go?", I asked, unable to stop looking at his erection.

Sergio chuckled. "Do you want me to have a limit?"

Vampires are sexual creatures and we can go at it for a while, but Sergio is not a vampire, and I'm sure that since last night we broke some kind of record.

However, I didn't hate it, not even a little bit. He is huge and I love how perfectly he fills me up.

Instead of applying shower gel on me, I grabbed his balls and gave him a squeeze while my other hand wrapped around his shaft, and I could see his eyes flashing in approval.

"At this rate, we will never go to the other villa.", I said as I pumped his impressive length, the shower gel made it slick, and I enjoyed the sight of bubbles going down his muscular legs.

"We don't need to go there." His voice was a bit breathy.

I licked my lips. "I am hungry, and a sandwich won't do."

"You want blood?", Sergio asked and when I nodded, he leaned toward me and tilted his head, giving me better access to his neck. "Here."

He grunted in disapproval when I let go of his erection.

I couldn't believe that he was offering himself for me to feed on. I stared at his neck, and I felt my fangs coming out. I was hungry, but somehow, treating him like a meal didn't feel right.

"I might not be able to control myself. What if I kill you?"

Sergio looked at me and I saw a million emotions in his chestnut eyes.

"Dying in your arms won't be the worst thing to happen to me."

He spoke about death so easily, like he has nothing to live for. Didn't he say that he is four centuries old? Didn't he make any good memories, family, friends? There must be something or someone he would want to live for.

"Don't joke about it, Sergio. If I kill you now, who will bother me to meet for mind-blowing sex when our schedules align?"

His lips lifted into a smug smile.

"Turn around, love. I want to fuck you from the back."

I wanted to respond with a snarky remark, displeased that he is bossing me around. No one bosses this princess! But somehow, my body obeyed.

The left side of my face was pressed against the glass enclosure of the shower, and I bit my lower lip while waiting eagerly to feel him again.

With his foot he tapped the inside of my legs, telling me to spread them further and he lifted both of my arms above my head, holding them against the glass with his hand.

And there it was, the pressure and the stretch and the otherworldly friction.

I couldn't move.

I didn't want to move out of fear that he will stop.

With his free hand, Sergio reached around my waist and his fingers caressed my clit in the rhythm of his thrusts and I couldn't believe how quickly I fell apart.

Damn, he is good!

…

I was impressed that Sergio arranged for my clothes to be brought to his villa.

"I can ask the staff to bring blood here.", Sergio said when I told him that Serina prepared blood for me (and her, but I kept this last part to myself).

"It's almost lunchtime.", I responded while buttoning up my shirt.

I did my best to avoid looking at Sergio who was watching me from the sofa.

He leaned on the sofa lazily with his arms spread over the backrest, and his scorching gaze didn't leave me as I tried to make myself presentable. To make things worse, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing me a good view of his firm pecs.

Focus, Calista!

"If we don't go there for barbecue, they will start asking questions."

Sergio shrugged. "We can say that we went to the ghost town. You had a lot of questions and we lost track of time."

I laughed. "Good try, but you are not keeping me here as your sex slave."

"That was not my intention.", he responded with a serious expression I didn't expect.

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