During the months we’d been courting, I’d told Jaimie a few tall tales of a life I hadn’t had, just snippets to keep her from asking too many questions. I had her believing my ex-wife was a jealous, obsessive woman with a criminal record and I’d moved so far away just to escape her. (That wasn’t completely untrue, considering Leticia was an ex of mine.) Sometimes when Jaimie’s curiosity got the better of her, I put on a sad face, reminding her my past wasn’t very nice and I didn’t like to talk about it, like she didn’t really like to talk about hers.
In the bathroom, I said, “I’ve wasted so much of my life, Jaimie. With you I want to do things right. Court you. Know you. Know things about you. Like the fact you love to be comfy, you love the colour red, you love your babies, you love cinnamon hot chocolate and your favourite outfit is t-shirt and jeans. You’re kind and thoughtful and very good with people and considerate and loving. You’re beautiful, too and I want to know so much more. But now I’ve got to know you a little, would I be giving you a ring if I didn’t desperately want you to be mine?”
She frowned, not convinced. “I’ve never known anyone so wonderful, nor so confounding. What if we marry and you have a… you know… a problem… or I have a problem, or we don’t work… or we… I don’t know! I just want you and it confuses me that you don’t want me!”
I shook my head, hating modern life. “You wouldn’t rather we waited until our wedding day?”
“No.” She chased back to the kitchen and I followed, watching as she tried to wipe away pools of blood from the counter.
“You wouldn’t rather have the confirmation I am serious about you?”
“I already know. We’ve kissed enough times on the sofa for me to feel how serious you are.” She gestured gently at my nether regions and bit her lip, her desire wasting while I thought I was doing the right thing.
“But—” The truth was, I didn’t have any more excuses, other than ones I couldn’t tell her about. I didn’t want sex with Jaimie to be meaningless like a lot of sex for me had been. I could hardly remember back to my first marriage but I remembered it had been solemn and only consummated on the marriage day. I thought that was what made the romance last?
Jaimie was quirky and lacking confidence, even though she was unusually artistic and very talented. She was funny and sweet and moreover, she loved her girls very much and I knew she would love any children we had, too. Yes she was incredibly beautiful but she had the same face that had once burned my heart with pain. How could I tell her I was cautious for that reason? Because her twin had broken my heart? She still thought I was John!
She stood waiting for me to say something else but instead, she began unbuttoning her shirt. She stood back against the counter and pushed her breasts out, a turquoise bra beneath a plain top. I swallowed thickly and fought the urge to run my tongue over the white lace at the top of her bra cups.
“John, you don’t want me?”
“I never said that,” I replied hoarse, my breathing increasing. As a human, I felt mostly weak. Everyday I woke groggy, and everywhere I walked, I felt puny compared to how strong I’d been as a vampire. However, in her presence, I felt like a superhero who might conquer the world if only I could let her guide my heart.
I was frightened, though. Unbearably so. The voices had told me to do it right, make it count.
She unbuttoned her denim shorts and showed me her underwear matched. She rubbed her thighs together and told me, “I’m already wet for you. I’ve fallen for you.”
“But—” I shook my head, determined we should wait. “I have poems, I have more dates planned, and I have so much more in store for you. I need to know you love me as much as I love you.”
She dashed across the room and threw herself at me. I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled her close and kissed her madly, every way a lover should kiss his woman.
She pulled back, startled. “Fabien?”
She recognised my one, true kiss. I’d been afraid she would. I nodded slightly and she smiled. “How?”
“Magic,” I replied.
She surveyed me closely. “I hoped you were, felt like you were… but I was afraid what it meant… how… and… you know…”
I looked away, still holding her to me, and revealed, “I killed him. He wasn’t the same. Leticia took your sister’s body and used Louis until there was nothing left of him. I foresaw visions of him searching for you, professing his love… when really, the hunger would’ve taken him eventually. I also fed from him enough times to see into his past and I discovered he once cheated on you with someone called the Office Bike.”
She frowned, a tear sliding from her eye, cold grief in her soul. “When?”
“An office assignation, the summer you told him you weren’t sure about having babies.”
She wiped her wet eyes with the back of her hand and turned away from me. “Was I not enough?”
“Human nature is what it is.”
“So what makes you different?”
“I’ve lived long enough to recognise a ruby cannot be polished up to be any more beautiful than what it is; you have to treasure it is all, until the day it passes to someone else. Until then, you have to know what you have and show it off with pride. Life is short, and jewels pass back and forth, but how you treasure that gift is what matters.”
She turned and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m yours, Fabien. I have been since the night you loved me. I love John, too, but your soul is what I love. You don’t have to pretend anymore and you don’t have to worry… I will never hurt you. I know how horrible it is to be hurt. I never, never, ever, thought he would cheat on me.”
I whispered against her lips, “I’m sure he never thought he would either, but then again, he never knew about the hatred your mother carried and how that had shaped you as an adult, did he? He didn’t see into this heart, here…” I pointed at her chest, “…to recognise how much cruelty and negativity can throw a true heart off course, from their real purpose in life.”
“You changed me, so long ago,” she smiled, “since the night you bit him and made him passionate, your passion in him changed me and now, I can never go back. I wouldn’t know how to live without your faith in me, now. I’d be nothing without you.”
“You’re wrong,” I asserted, “you’re everything. You always were. You were just surrounded by idiots for too long to flourish but now you will. I’ll worship you forever. You’re the ground I walk on. You’re my existence. You’re going to be my wife, say yes?”
She tightened her arms around my neck and pushed her nose against mine. “YES!”
I shunted her into the kitchen sideboard and dug my love into her soul, tasting her tongue, her inner cheeks, her lips, my tongue ravishing her mouth. My hold on her hair harsh, she grabbed mine back too, punishing me with her embrace.
I lifted her to the sideboard and we continued licking into each other’s mouths, my hands tugging off her open shirt. I released her bra and groaned as I never had as a vampire, her breasts released into my desperate hands. I snagged a nipple in my mouth and dragged it through my teeth, relishing her taste, her warmth, the sweet bumps around her areola. I kneaded her tender flesh and moved to the other, savouring her other breast too. She started pulling the shirt off my back and I yanked it over my head.
“I love you, Jaimie,” I said, kissing her nose.
She lifted her bottom and dragged her shorts and underwear down. “Lick me, please.”
I helped her become naked and she lifted her toes to the counter edge, her head hitting the wall behind her, her sex splayed for me. I tasted the richest essence I’d ever slipped my tongue through, my human taste buds all the better for sucking up her natural juices. It was musky and sweet, slightly salty and rich, slipping down my throat with relish.
She grabbed my hair and groaned, her head thrown back, her moans unashamed. I hoped the children didn’t wake, she was getting so loud. I broke off to kiss her thighs and she begged, “You can savour me later, just lick
me and ravage me. God, Fabien. I love you. I love you.”
“Promise me, only in our bed will you call me that, nowhere else. We cannot risk ourselves, darling.”
“You’re my private fantasy,” she growled, and with that, I snarled and stabbed my tongue at her entrance, evincing cries and whimpers from her. She lifted on her toes and swung her sex at my face. My tongue lapped and danced, me the hungry wolf given its share of the kill. She had the ability to rouse the old demon, still buried inside of me.
Eventually I clamped my lips around her until I shook my head from side to side, slithering her rosy bud between my front teeth and top lip, an insanity in her eyes as this tender touch drew her pleasure.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried.
Sated, she was quick to attend to me. Jumping from the counter, she pulled open my trousers and found me different, but still ample. She sucked on my swollen head until she was raging with desire, tugging my balls and scratching her nails up and down my ass.
“Floor,” she demanded.
I laid down and quickly, she got on top and slid down my length.
Fuck! The heat! The intensity. I felt weak, oh so weak, and she had me. She had all of me. I was terrified but as she started rocking over my cock, I threw my arms over my head and lay back, my eyes closed, trying to concentrate on not blowing my load.
“Ohhhh, Fabien! Ohhhh!” she moaned, out of her mind. I looked up and her head was tossed back, her hands fisting her own breasts desperately. She was using me, able to ride my length wildly without me falling out. She slipped over and around me so naturally, I wondered why we hadn’t been doing this ever since I returned…
I rubbed my thumb against her clitoris and her eyes shot open, staring down on me. Gasping, she demanded, “I want to come. Are you ready?”
“What about contraception?”
“I’m taking some,” she replied.
“Good. I want to enjoy more of you before you have more children.” I hoped I could give her children, anyway. I didn’t know.
She bit her lip and mumbled, “Oh baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
She rode me and I lingered on, trying to hold out while she worked herself. I couldn’t concentrate and she took charge of touching herself, massaging her clit.
“Oh baby,” she repeated.
“Jaimie, you bad wench. Come now, come! I’m desperate!”
She tipped her head right back and lost her breath, her body still. She remained still until the first squeeze hit her, and then, she bounced on me like a mare trying to through off her first master.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” she grunted, milking me, drawing me deep into her, her climax rolling and causing me pain, drawing my foreskin tight, her belly sucking me dry. It was painful and I shot up, holding her, my face pressed against her breasts.
“Jaimie, oh, Jaimie.” She listened to my pleas and slowed down, her crisis abating, her belly softening and gently whispering sweet nothings instead. I was so weak, so pathetic, just a human again. It was magnificent and I wanted more pain and more aching days and nights spent like this.
I lifted my head back and she scrunched my hair in her hands, tugging hard.
“Tell me there is nothing else. Nobody else.”
“What do you mean?”
“Someone who might try to hurt us.”
“Nobody,” I assured her, “they all died. All of them. I was given a second chance because I broke the curse and now, I hope, we can just live happily, for the rest of our lives.”
She scooped my mouth with hers and kissed me luxuriously, owning my body, my mind. I held her tiny frame in my big arms and lifted her up with me. I carried her into her bedroom down the corridor and plopped her on the bed with me.
“Now, we make love,” I decided, and she giggled, a giddy mare still, but one I was going to tame. “Fabien is always in charge, my love, and you will beg for kindness from me before the night is out. I will bend this body to my own.”
She felt so good in my arms, soft and warm, my woman. It was natural, it was right. When she smiled, it made me feel safe and carefree.
She rubbed her hands down my back leisurely. “Say you love me. Say it again.”
“I do, I love you.” I bit her earlobe and she arched against my body, her hands holding my face.
“Oh my god, Fabien.”
I peppered kisses along her arms, gooseflesh rising all over her. She had scents and flavours, the like of which I’d never enjoyed before. The country’s hot climate made her sweat, made her red and hot, and delicious. She was real, a working woman, her body used for hard work and graft everyday. I wanted to be the salve she came home to every night, the only exercise she’d need, the only escape she’d ever crave.
I kissed her feet, tracing every part of her weary soles with my tongue, driving her wild with desire, my eyes fixed on hers while I explored. With the tip of my tongue, I darted between her toes and she squealed, trying to drag herself away. I had hold of her and demanded she let me do as I pleased.
“You should know, after you’ve had all my love, you’ll never look at another man and you’ll be mine, all mine, and loving me won’t be a choice, but a certainty. You’ll be nobody else’s and I’ll claim you so deeply, there’ll be no turning back.”
She pulled at her own hair, insane desire driving her crazy. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”
I kissed her belly, softly licking the little white threads where her skin had stretched for the babies. Grunting and growling, I remarked, “Your pussy smells filthy. The scents are driving me wild.”
“Just fuck me again!” she ordered.
“Not yet.”
I rolled her onto her side and draped my arms around her, holding her in place, pulling her bum up slightly so she was turned to me. I nipped at her buttocks and laughed when she laughed.
“A woman’s ass does things to a man, you can’t imagine.”
“Does it, now?” she chortled.
“Hmm.” I hummed happily, still kissing her. “All asses are beautiful but this ass,” I broke off, burying my face in her ample cheeks, “fuck, I could sample this all day. The way it wiggles when you’re chopping food, when you’re running after the kids… you drive me insane with this ass. I’ve had my tongue hanging out for months over this ass. Watching it, imagining pounding against it, touching it, licking it, holding you on my lap with my hands around your fine ass… I’m obsessed with it.”
She fought against me and rolled over onto her back. She was a defiant little lady in bed and I was going to have fun trying to have my own way. She spread her thighs and slipped a finger through her sopping pussy, pulling it out to lick, her tongue dancing around my taste and hers.
“You want to try, Fabien? Do you?” she surveyed me, her eyes taunting me with desire. “I’m a dangerously pent-up woman and I don’t know what I might do to get you back inside me… again.”
I panted, sickness swilling my gut. I had so much love and desire for her, I could hardly move, I was in shock. “Let me taste,” I asked, and she dipped again, lifting out her digit and holding it to my lips. I swirled my tongue to catch the flavours, closing my eyes to soak the taste into my soul and my mind, memorising it for all time. The chemical reaction inside me was untamed and I jumped on top of her.
“Oh, god yes,” she cried, “fucking take me.”
I shoved myself all the way in, biting her bottom lip. “You like me… buried balls deep… your cervix crushed by my cock?”
“It’s better than Netflix, or ice cream,” she groaned as I circled inside her, teasing her, “fuck!”
“Ordinarily, I would kiss you front and back, sides and crevices, plus everything in between… tonight, you just seem to want my cock.”
“Oh yeah, you’re just a cock tonight. I’ve been using my dildo for too many nights!”
“What? Where is this fake cock?” I demanded.
She fumbled for her bedside drawer and produced a hideous pink object, passing it to me. I snapp
ed it in two immediately and threw it out of the open window next to us.
She covered her face. “We’re on the 18th floor! It could hit someone on the head!”
“Fuck it,” I growled, and tossed her calf over my shoulder.
“Okay,” she moaned, our bodies sliding together as I began a rhythmic dance inside her belly. I realised as we got further into the routine, she responded to me more than any other woman I’d ever known. I knew she was in love with me and it made me so proud to be alive, even in this pathetic human casing.
I kept swinging my cock in her body, even as she endured orgasm after orgasm.
“How do you feel about being a slave to me?”
“How so?” she gasped.
“Whenever I ask you to, you must slip down this cock.”
“I think I can do that, anytime,” she breathed, her head flung back, sweat drenching her. She was so full of fuck for me, I was going to hammer her pussy all night.
“When I demand it, you lie there and brook whatever hard fucking I want to bestow.”
“Yes!” Her breasts, large and flapping up and down as I fucked her, riled me.
“When I want to fuck your behind, you let me.”
“Yes,” she agreed, strangled by anticipation.
“When I want to lock you in shackles for me to lick and suck all over, you’ll agree.”
“I’m hoping this will include orgasms?” She smiled.
I smiled back, though glaring. “When you have more babies, you’ll let me look after you?”
She nodded, bottom lip hanging out.
“When I demand you cuddle me in the night, when I have the nightmares that still plague me, you’ll come running?” The nightmares were another part of the reason why I’d been putting off sleeping with her.
She nodded.
“When you’re sad, angry or feeling helpless, you’ll always tell me? That will be the greatest gift of all.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I lay down so she could feel all my weight on her. Then we finished our session with a few tender thrusts, grabbing and pulling at each other, our bodies tight together, enjoying the most tormented, agonising, aching love. The pain was so exquisite I knew it meant I was finally, truly, alive. Sweat and juices, hearts and loins, love and desire binding us, I was totally lost. She came in my arms, her pelvis and legs shaking wildly around me. Buried in her throat, I bit her gently, unafraid. Cum shot from me deep into her and the heated release was mind-blowing, my love for her so pure. She made me feel calm.
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