Chapter 113: His Precious
[Warning: Mature content ahead]
[Music recommendation - No clear mind - When you’re not here]
Eve melted under his touch as he pushed her against the wall and devoured her mouth, slipping his tongue inside her, tasting every corner, making her let out an involuntary moan that spilled into him. He released the hand that he had been holding and wrapped it behind her neck. She also wrapped both of hers around his, caressing the nape of his neck gently, eliciting a low hum of approval from him.
They kissed for what felt like forever before finally breaking apart, gasping for air. Ivan nuzzled against her sensitive neck, inhaling the scent he loved so much, while Eve continued to pant, feeling him trail his nose up and down her neck, making goosebumps rise across her skin.
Abruptly, Ivan lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She let out a gasp and instinctively tightened her grip around his neck as he wordlessly carried her to the bed and gently set her down in the center.
She bounced slightly on the mattress, her hair spilling around her as she stared at him with a heated gaze. Ivan soon slipped off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers, taking in the sight of her in the seductive nightgown, her flushed skin, her parted, swollen lips, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.
Soon, he discarded his shirt onto the sofa with a deliberate ease and loomed over her, until his face leveled with hers and he whispered, "I’m a little thirsty...you wouldn’t mind if I took a small sip, would you?"
"No.." she breathed, her voice barely audible as she watched him lean in, burying his face into the tender curve of her neck. His lips grazed her skin with a feather-light touch, and she threaded her fingers through his soft, raven black hair, her body quivering in anticipation of his fangs...but as a few seconds passed, it didn’t come.
Soon she felt him move with torturous slowness, lips trailing down to her collarbone, pressing open-mouth kisses as he headed towards the upper swell of her breasts, partially revealed by her nightgown.
Feeling him inch lower, her eyebrows creased in confusion, and she tugged lightly on his raven-black hair, only for him to lift his intense gaze and murmur in a hoarse voice, "Do you want me not to?"
Heaving for air, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "I thought you were thirsty?"
"I am." With that, he gave a slow, sinful lick with his tongue across the upper swell of her right breast, making her breathing hitch. All the while, his gaze never wavered, leaving her dizzy.
Her hazy eyes widened as he leaned closer and whispered in a low, dangerous voice, "Who says there’s only one place a vampire can drink from?"
Eve swallowed hard as the implications of his words and actions sank in. Before she could protest, she paused as she watched his eyes flare a brilliant red. His lips parted as his fangs began to grow, and she felt absolutely mesmerised by the sight.
One would fear being beneath the most dangerous vampire, but Eve, oddly, felt thrilled, as excitement bubbled in her chest at the anticipation. She wondered if she had truly lost her mind to be feeling this way, but the sensation only intensified at the thought of feeling his fangs pierce her tender skin.
Ivan, who was watching her intently, noticed not even a single flicker of fear in her eyes; instead, he found himself surprised to see excitement and anticipation shining in her innocent blue eyes, inviting him further.
Without further ado, he leaned down to the area he had teased earlier, and with a swift motion, he sank his fangs into the skin of the upper swell of her breast. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she arched her back, pressing herself closer, urging him to take more.
Soon, her blood seeped onto his tongue like liquid fire. Every nerve in his body ignited as his taste buds exploded with the heavenly richness of her essence. A flavor that no other blood could ever rival, leaving him utterly intoxicated, craving more.
He continued sucking on her soft and supple skin as he drew more of her blood, which tasted sweeter with each passing moment. Eve, on the other hand, felt as if she were on fire, feeling Ivan’s mouth sucking there, igniting sensations within her that left her body trembling with need.
Her gaze drifted lower to find him lashing onto her hungrily, his eyes closed as if savouring every single drop of her blood, and the sight made her want to feel more.
Rain poured relentlessly outside, dropping the temperature to several degrees, yet inside the dimly lit room, two souls burned with heat for each other.
After taking enough blood, Ivan released her skin, gave it another careful lick to close the soft punctures, and she felt her heart shudder once more under his touch.
His eyes were still glowing bright red, though his fangs had retracted. He looked up and pressed a soft kiss on the spot he had bitten, murmuring, "You taste so divine...did you know that?"
She shook her head as words failed to leave her lips, overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through her entire body.
He moved back up to her face and wrapped one hand around her neck, "Eve?" he whispered.
"Mm?"
"I want to make you feel more," he said, his expression serious.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his other hand travel down to her ankle, then he slowly dragged it up under her nightgown all the way to her calf until it reached her supple thigh, where he dug his fingers lightly, making another gasp escape her parted lips.
Her eyes stared at him anxiously as her hands clutched his broad, muscular shoulders.
"Do you trust me...that I’ll never hurt you?" he asked in a low whisper.
"Yes," she breathed back without hesitation, even though her heart thudded wildly against her chest.
At her answer, his lips pulled up in a slight smile, "So...just trust me on this, too?"
Her face flushed scarlet, drawing a shaky breath, she gave him a shy nod and looked away. Ivan let go of her neck, lifting her chin gently to meet his gaze, "Use those pretty lips of yours, Eve. Do I have your permission?"
She looked at him for a moment before parting her lips, "Yes." She gulped softly, though extremely nervous, she had unwavering trust in Ivan, that much was certain. In the back of her mind, she truly wanted to experience the whispers of pleasure he promised to give her, to feel what it was like.
All her life, she had never been this bold, this daring, but now that she was here, she was ready to embrace the moment and cherish it as a precious memory, even with an unknown future ahead. She was willing to take this leap with him, a man who had utterly captivated her mind, body, and soul.
With that, Ivan leaned down and kissed her again, tangling her tongue together while his hand on her thigh traveled upwards to her inner thigh, caressing her gently before parting it open. He let his fingers finally trace above her core, separated only by her underwear.
The moment he touched her there, she instinctively pulled back and tried to shut her thighs. "I...Ivan," she whispered breathlessly.
"Relax, and let me show you something you’ve never experienced before," Ivan murmured in a husky voice.
With that, he dived back into a searing kiss, while using both of his hands to part her thighs as he settled his knees firmly between them, preventing her from closing them again. One hand roamed over the smooth, curvy, couture of her body. While the other ventured between her legs, his long fingers gliding over her slit, soaked through the thin fabric of her underwear.
A low, sharp hiss escaped him at the exquisite wetness beneath his touch. Eve arched her back as he pressed slow, deliberate circles over her sensitive nub, earning him a gasp.
Ivan murmured against her lips, his voice low and husky, "You’re soaking wet, Eve."
Eve rolled her eyes, breath catching, as his nimble fingers slipped beneath her underwear. They traced a slow, teasing path from her drenched core to her sensitive nub, lingering deliberately. Then, with careful, tantalizing pressure, he began tracing gentle, torturous circles over her swollen, sensitive bud, each movement sending shivers rippling through her body, making her gasp and tremble beneath him.
A moan slipped from her lips as he continued with ministrations. Each movement ignited a wave of pleasure that started to coil inside her, forcing her to arch her back with the sensation.
Ivan pulled back from their kiss just enough to watch her with fascination in his eyes as he continued to rub her pulsing nub. He drank in every single detail, the rise and fall of her chest, the flushed glow of her skin, her parted lips that gasped for air, and her half-lidded eyes that rolled back every time he increased his pace.
Never in his life had he been so captivated by any woman like he was with Eve. Every single thing about her made him want to inch closer to her, pulling him into a hunger he had never known. And right now, all he wanted was to see her wither under the pleasure he longed to give her...his precious Eve.
