CHAPTER 9

Bianca

The sensation of his lips on mine was too much to take. I couldn't just live off of that memory. I had to do it again. I wasn't thinking. Just like I'm not thinking now. It's all a matter of instinct. I am just following what comes naturally, and nothing feels more natural than being in his arms.

He gently pushes me backwards with his body, and all I can do is obey. He's leading me somewhere, deeper into the woods, into the shrubbery, and a moment later, the shadows hide us from plain sight.

He lowers me gently to the ground. I expect it to be hard, but the grass is like the softest mattress. He pulls away, only to take off my pants. Then, he spreads my legs, and goes down.

"You don't mean to– " I start, but I'm not allowed to finish.

"Shhh," he tells me, locking his gaze with mine.

Then, he dives back down, burying his face between my shivering thighs. I rest my legs on his shoulders comfortably. I close my eyes. The sensation of his tongue flicking around my pussy lips is blissful. Every time he does something, I think to myself that he can't outdo himself, yet he manages to do so. This feels so overpowering, so overwhelming. His tongue slowly slips inside of me, and I grab a fistful of his hair, as if he might disappear from between my legs, and I need to feel his physical presence somehow.

The grass tickles me softly from below. It only seems to add to the overall sensation that is washing over me. I need something to remind me that I am still on the ground and not floating up there in the clouds.

Edmund keeps licking me, then his lips nibble on my swollen clit. I know I won't last long. I grip at his hair even harder, bringing him closer to my pussy. I love how in control he is, how he does exactly what I want him to do, without me needing to give him any guidance in words. One look is enough, and he can read me like an open book. I have no idea how this is possible, but I'm not complaining at all.

I thrust my hips against his lips. He starts sucking even harder, his tongue devouring me, like a ravenous animal. That is what I want him to be. I want him to show me his wildest side. His tongue is inside of me now, and every thrust makes me feel like there is a powerful current surging through every part of my body, bringing me to the edge.

My whole body starts to tremble, and I know I am close. He brings me to an orgasm quickly, easily. Ecstasy explodes inside of me, and I feel like every nerve in my body has blossomed into a beautiful flower. My heart almost can't take it. I breathe heavily as my legs clench around him. I expect him to stop, to let me rest, but he doesn't.

He continues licking me hard, even harder, sucking and slurping. I love the sound that he is making. His spit is mixing with my pussy juices, leaking down my thighs and my butt. I feel the wetness between my legs, and it's wonderful. I feel that build up again, although I doubt he can make me cum so quickly again.

Somehow, he proves me wrong. I cum again, even harder this time. Heat ripples through my body, searing me on the inside. I feel like my skin has become scorching hot. My own blood is boiling inside my veins. I lose all sense of time and space, as I close my eyes, feeling nothing but the warmth of the sun on my face and Edmund's devilish tongue between my legs.

Suddenly, he pulls away. I open my eyes. His hands are on my hips now, grabbing me and pulling me closer to him, lifting my ass to him. I can feel the tip of his cock press against my pussy. I shiver at the thought of what he will feel like. I expect him to just slide inside, but he doesn't. He lingers there, teasing me.

He locks eyes with mine. The moment feels incredibly intimate. More intimate than either of us were expecting it to be. My lips are parted. I can't calm down my breathing. I am waiting for him to fuck my brains out. But he is taking his sweet time, teasing me.

He presses his tip right at the entrance of my pussy, spreading me just a little. I moan loudly. When I open my eyes again, I can see he's grinning. His smile is the most wonderful thing I've ever seen.

"Do you like the way my cock feels inside of you?" he asks, and that question does something to me. I could never explain it in mere words. My body simply reacts to the sound of his voice, and even more so when that voice is talking dirty.

"Mhm," I manage to murmur, swallowing heavily, feeling my throat parched.

"I didn't hear you," he continues to tease. "Maybe I should pull away so you can tell me?"

He actually starts pulling away and I grab him by the butt, forcing him to stay put.

"No!" I shout so loudly that a flutter of birds' wings is heard from a nearby tree.

He shows me that victorious grin again. He traces the head of his cock against my pussy lips. I feel myself getting wetter by the second. I can't recognize myself. This person who is reacting to him in this needy way… that's not me. Or at least, it wasn't me. I was an innocent virgin before he got his hands on me, and now, I am something else. I am someone who is silently begging to be fucked in every way possible.

My heart starts to beat even faster now. He lifts another hand and places it underneath my neck, lifting my head closer to his. Our lips crash against each other, hungrily. Our tongues start twirling again, wet and needy.

He thrusts forward hard, so hard that I gasp against his lips. He suffocates my moans with his tongue, licking me. My legs start to shake. I rest them around his waist, keeping him close. One moan follows another, and with every thrust, he expels the air out of my lungs, going deeper and deeper.

All of him is inside me, and the friction feels like bliss. Pleasure washes over me. I am unable to feel anything else. Just delight. Ecstasy. Pure heaven.

He keeps fucking me as if his life depends on it. There is nothing else but this moment. Nothing else exists. The world has faded into oblivion. I realize now why I subconsciously decided to stay here. If I had left, I wouldn't have met him. I needed to meet him. This was destiny, fate, whatever you want to call it. The result of our actions of free will that somehow transformed into fate.

I moan his name loudly, and that makes him fuck me even harder, if such a thing is even possible. I cum again so easily, without even sensing that it is coming. My entire body becomes undone in an instant. My nails dig into his back. I bury my lips onto his neck, but I don't suck. I just need something to suffocate my scream, because I don't want to disturb the entire woods with my orgasm.

A few more thrusts, and he pulls out, taking his cock into his hand and jerking it off right on my thigh. I hear him groan with pleasure, then he rolls down on his side and lies down next to me.

I never even thought that the grass could be such a comfortable bed. I have no idea where this thought came from, but I let it be. I expect him to get up, to say something, but he doesn't do any of that. He remains lying down, silent. In fact, he surprises me by pulling me close to him, his hand on my back, caressing me gently.

I want my mind to be blank, but it's not. It's filled with confusing emotions which I've been trying to avoid thinking about, which I've been trying to banish from my mind, but I'm unable to do that, especially now. We lay like that for a long time. I want him to say something, but at the same time, I know that talking will only ruin the magic of the moment.

I also know something else. We are here like this, only because it is convenient. Even the deal we have agreed to is something that brought us together only circumstantially. If we were out of this situation, without this danger pressing us on both sides, would we open up to each other like this?

He is a vampire king. I am a mere human. I do not delude myself by thinking that a romance between us is possible. All we have, all we can have is this moment. This precious moment of just the two of us, where the rest of the world fades away. And that's alright. I know it is.

We were playful just before we had sex, and now, we've withdrawn into ourselves, not knowing what to say. I don't want him to think I expect anything from him other than what we agreed on with our deal, which is to keep me safe should the shifters want to do me any harm.

I move first. He seems surprised, taken aback by my sudden motion. I get up and put on my clothes in silence. He props himself on his elbow, still in a lying position. He is watching me with a barely noticeable smile on his face. I try not to stare at the scar. It's impossible. Curiosity gets the better of me.

"Where did you get that scar?" I ask.

I expect him to get angry at the question, or at least to consider it rude. His facial expression doesn't change. He doesn't stop smiling softly.

"I got it when I trusted the wrong vampires," he explains mysteriously, tilting his head a little. Instinctively, he lifts his hand to his scar and caresses it, almost as if he doubted it was still there and wanted to check.

"Would you want it removed if you could?" I ask again, unable to take my eyes off of it.

"Would you want to remove everything that has made you the person you are now, standing before me?" he asks in return.

"No," I immediately said. "Because then I wouldn't be that person anymore."

"Exactly," he nods. "There is your answer."

I understand. I don't say anything. He gets up, and just like me, gets dressed by pulling up his pants. A minute later, and we're both as if nothing has happened. Nothing at all. But there is something in the air around us, which only a shrewd person would be able to recognize.

"Let's go," he tells me.

I follow immediately, knowing that at this moment, I would follow him to the end of the world if he asked me to.