Fabian
The moment Fabian woke, he knew he wasn’t alone. He could hear the sound of quiet breathing alongside of him, and memories of the previous evening flooded his mind.
He turned his head to Sirene but she was asleep, on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, her hair tumbling all around her face and spread over his pillows.
She looked so beautiful and peaceful sleeping in his bed. He noticed that all the injuries to her face had healed, and she was back to her perfect blemish free complexion. He turned over onto his side so he could watch her as she slept, and as he watched her, it suddenly dawned on him, that she was the first woman to share his bed purely just to sleep, since he’d become vampire.
He didn’t want to think about what that meant. He sure as hell didn’t want to think about why it wasn’t scaring the crap out of him having a woman sharing his bed. He should be running for the hills about now, and especially when the woman sharing his bed, was a witch. He also didn’t want to think about what it was about this tiny raven haired witch sleeping in his bed that ruined him for other women. He could barely show any interest in other women lately, but his damn cock was immediately sticking its fucking head up around this one.
Every ounce of self-preservation was telling him to wake her, and get her the hell out of not only his bed but his house and his life. The trouble was, although his head screamed one thing, his heart was telling him another, and the very fact that his heart was involved in this in any way at all, scared him more than anything else, to the point where he broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about it.
He couldn’t care for this tiny woman, dammit, he couldn’t. He didn’t get involved with women. They were only for fucking and feeding, nothing more, and it was wrong for so many reasons to care for her in any way. She was a witch, a fucking witch and she could kill him anytime she wanted, or at the very least curse him with a rotting dick or something. Hell, he’d been on the receiving end of her spells twice, with not being able to come then not being able to stop, not to mention the fact he couldn’t feed, fuck or mind control Cassandra or Chloe anymore.
He couldn’t care for Sirene. She was all wrong for him but then all women were. He didn’t want to have a permanent woman in his life. He was accustomed to his freedom and there was no way in hell, he wanted to have to answer to a bloody woman. No, the best thing he could do, was wake her and send her on her way. He’d done the chivalrous thing and helped save her last night. He’d healed her, his job was done.
Suddenly she stirred, her eyes opening. She blinked a couple of times before her jade green eyes met his. They were all soft and sleepy looking and that was all it took, for his stomach to tighten and his cock to grow hard.
She smiled at him in what he suspected was an unguarded moment since she wasn’t fully awake; her eyes gentle, her expression soft as she looked at him. Her hand came out towards him and she tunnelled her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. She leaned towards him, brushing his lips with hers and as he felt their warmth and softness against his, he knew one thing for sure. He was right royally screwed! She was getting to him, getting under his skin and he was powerless to stop it.
Chapter Twelve
Sirene
I gently ran my fingers through Fabian’s hair. God, it was so soft and silky, he must use good conditioner or maybe it was just a vampire thing, since they were so physically perfect. I did it again, tugging gently on the long dark blonde strands, watching them tangle around my fingers. When he didn’t pull away from me, I leaned towards him and gently touched my lips to his. It was little more than a fleeting brush of mine over his, before I pulled back to see his reaction.
His eyes were glowing and there was something in them, a look I couldn’t decipher as he stared back at me. Thinking I may have overstepped some hidden boundary, I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, seeing my troubled expression staring back at me from those damn mirrors.
I heard Fabian grow, that low sexy sound he made in his throat and my body was instantly covered in goose bumps, a shiver working its way up my spine. I turned my head towards him just in time to see him roll over and onto me pinning me down on the bed.
“Damn you.” Was all he whispered before his lips slammed down on mine, forcing them apart and I felt his tongue invading my mouth. He kissed me passionately, savagely, exploring every inch of me before he nipped along my bottom lip. His tongue followed, soothingly, tracing my full lip before roughly forcing its way between my teeth, seeking out my tongue, duelling with it, caressing it. It was sexy, it was hot and with every lick and caress, he turned me on, until I was writhing under him, wanting him.
I heard him groan just before he rolled his hips and thrust, pressing his erection against me. It was frustrating; teasing and tempting me, to feel him his hard length against me, but unable to do anything due to the tangle of sheets around our bodies, effectively acting as a barrier between us. Fuck I wanted the sheet gone, I wanted his cock in me and I wanted it in me now.
Fabian abruptly sat up, his eyes wild. They flashed their unusual silvery colour at me as he stared down, trapping me in the intensity of them. He didn’t move for a few moments, watching me, his gaze shifting over my face until finally he closed his eyes.
I wasn’t sure what was wrong with him but he seemed tormented, almost unsure what to do next, and it suddenly dawned on me that he didn’t really want this; he was fighting the attraction between us.
I couldn’t let this happen if he didn’t really want it. Reaching for him, I tried to push him away. I would make the decision easier for him, since he seemed to be at war with his emotions. Before I could even get my hands on him, he grabbed them, lifting them above my head and pinning them down against the pillow.
“No!” He snapped. “Don’t stop this.” He reached down to the sheet that covered me, dragging it off my body before tossing it impatiently to the floor.
I lay before him naked, my nipples erect and straining up to him. My heart began to race as his eyes moved over me, working their way down my body. I couldn’t do anything but lie there, watching him, watching the fire in his eyes, his pale gaze searing me, leaving a trail of heat over my skin as if he were actually touching me. He was erect, his cock standing up long and hard; the steel bar in the head of it, glinting in the light of the bedside lamp.
My fingers reached out, caressing the swollen head, dipping a fingertip into the little slit in the end, to scoop up the drop of pre cum that hung there. I slipped it into my mouth, sucking the fluid from it, savouring the intoxicating flavour that was all Fabian, before reaching out again, curling my hand around him. Slowly I slid him up and down through my fist, snagging the metal rod that pierced him and flicking it with my fingers. I was so engrossed in what I was doing, that when I heard a ragged groan, my eyes shot to him, surprised to see him staring down at me, his lips parted, brow furrowed, looking very much like his control was being stretched to its limit.
“This is crazy.” He whispered. “A witch and a vampire can’t be. It’s always ended badly for me. The trouble is, I want you. Dammit, I want you so much. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you so badly. Will you let me? Will you let me take you this time without using any witchcraft on me? Please my beauty, I need you.”
At his huskily spoken words, so filled with emotion, so alien to hear, coming from the lips of someone like Fabian; sudden tears choked me up, thickening my throat so much, all I could do was nod at him. He wanted me. I don’t think he wanted to want me, but he couldn’t help it. I could accept that. Fighting attraction I understood, because I was doing the same thing myself with him. As much as he didn’t think we belonged together, I didn’t think we did either, but I was tired of fighting it. I wanted him, he wanted me, for now, it was enough.
Fabian parted my legs and his eyes shifted until he was looking between my thighs. He brushed a couple of fingers over my clit and I jerked, my back arching off the bed as his touch s
ent sparks of pleasure through me. What was it about him that affected me so? His touch was like a current of electricity passing through me. He lit me up, turned me on, he awakened a burning need in me. He did things to me, made me feel things no other man had ever been able to make me feel.
“Fuck, what is it with you? What makes you different?” He mumbled and my startled eyes shot to his. He had just said out loud the very thing I’d been thinking about him. Inside a tiny flicker of hope sparked to life. I made Fabian feel things he was not accustomed to feeling, exactly as he did to me. I was not alone. We were in this confusing jumble of emotions together.
He started speaking again and I tried to focus on what he was saying. “You’ve ruined me dammit. I used to fuck any woman I wanted. Now it’s a struggle to get hard for anyone but you. I’m as hard as a rock the minute I see you.” He whispered and my eyes widened at his admission.
Did he know what he’d just said, what he’d admitted to? He only wanted me? He couldn’t get hard for anyone else or he had trouble, at least? So did that mean he hadn’t been fucking anyone over the last month? Surely not? He was a vampire. He needed the sex as much as the blood. He had to have fucked some women, but it sounded like he’d had a lot of failed attempts from what he’d said. How would he take that? Not well I bet.
Fabian was a proud man, an arrogant man. This was a big thing for him to be confessing. If I made light of it or joked about it, he would close off; probably throw me out of his home. He was a constant roller coaster of emotions; hard to keep up with sometimes, but I cared about him, he was worming his way in, finding his way into my heart, slowly but surely. I had to tread carefully with him and not rush him, not react to his words, just let him speak. He was like a skittish race horse and one wrong move on my part would have him running for the hills. I didn’t want him running I realised. I wanted to see where this went, see if it was possible for a witch and a vampire to have a relationship. I needed to say something to him. He was eyeing me off as if already regretting his admission to me. I needed to meet him on his level.
“Shut up and fuck me.” I said huskily, opting for something that should get his attention straight away and it did; his expression cleared, his eyes filling with lust again.
“Fuck yes.” He groaned, rolling me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, my elbows resting on the bed, which pushed my ass up in the air. He nudged my legs apart further and I felt the mattress dip as he moved up behind me. His hands grabbed my hips, sliding his palms over my skin, caressing my ass briefly.
One hand left my ass to slide between my legs, his fingers dipping into me, testing my readiness for him. He had no worries there, I was more than ready for him. I was aching and desperate for him.
His fingers were suddenly gone again, only to be replaced with the long length of his cock, pressing between my legs. I felt the blunt head graze through my folds and a tiny moan made its way past my lips. With one smooth thrust of his hips, he speared into me, the metal bar, teasing and rubbing inside me as he filled me, opening my body up to receive him. There was a lot of him to receive too and when he was finally buried deep inside, I gasped at the sheer overwhelming size of him, the incredible feeling of being as full as I could possibly be. There was nothing modest about Fabian. The man was hung like a horse, that’s for sure.
He must have known I needed time because he didn’t move his body still behind mine. He leaned over me, his chest against my back, his lips finding my shoulder, dropping a trail of light kisses over my skin. I felt the sharp points of his fangs just before he bit down, sinking them into my shoulder and I cried out at the pain. As he began to suck my blood into his mouth, the pain faded, only to be replaced by pleasure. Something about the bite of a vampire triggered the most intense pleasure. Perhaps it was nature’s way of ensuring they had no trouble getting their blood feeds, but when mixed with sex, it was unbelievable.
It didn’t take long for the heady mix of pleasure and pain to trigger my first climax and as it exploded through me, I cried out, my internal walls clamping down firmly around Fabian’s cock. He growled against my shoulder, his hips bucking and I knew he was struggling to stay in control.
Tipping my ass higher, I pushed back against him, encouraging him to move, displaying my readiness for him to fuck me and he didn’t disappoint. He ripped his fangs from my shoulder, straightening again, his fingers biting painfully into my hips to steady me. He tilted his, pressing deeper inside me, so deep, I could feel the head of his cock against my womb. For a moment he didn’t do anything but grind himself against me, an endless tirade of growls and groans coming from him.
Again his hold on my hips tightened, clamping me firmly in place. His head fell back, a loud guttural growl bursting from him and finally he began to move. He didn’t just move though, he pounded into me, thrusting with long, deep strokes that didn’t just fill me, they claimed me. He was marking me, owing me and totally possessing me.
He settled into a punishing rhythm and I could do nothing more than hold on as he slammed into me, the huge size of him stretching me to my limits, the head of his cock beating up against my cervix, driving me crazy with the pleasure that was rapidly building in me again. I could feel the metal bar brushing over my special spot, pushing me to my limits with the constant teasing and I found myself gasping from the sheer sensory overload that was Fabian. I could do nothing but give myself over to him and hope I survived the climax that was about to consume me.
Finally with a scream that would have woken the dead probably, I came again, my muscles clenching at him, pulsing along his vast length until I felt him stiffen behind me, his body stilling inside mine. I felt his cock jerk and he started to come, his hips circling as he ground himself against me.
In what felt like an endless release, he filled me, pumping into me, flooding me with cum. Feeling him, knowing it was me that had reduced him to this, excited me and again I tightened around him, squeezing him, milking him, hearing him groan softly, the sound low and deep in his throat.
Finally he stilled, his hands shifting to either side of my body as he rested his chest over my back again. I felt his lips moving over me and I braced myself for the bite of his fangs again, but it didn’t come. He simply trailed tiny nipping kisses over my shoulder, in an uncharacteristic act of tenderness, while he finished emptying into me.
I could feel his cum running down my legs, so when he said he’d had issues with fucking other women, I realised he hadn’t been lying. Not that I was going to point that out to him though. I was enjoying the gentler side to this brooding, moody vampire too much to risk spoiling the moment now.
He pulled out of me, still hard despite already coming and I cried out, my body bereft without him inside it anymore. Before I could do anything, he threw me over onto my back, roughly spreading my legs and with one fluid thrust he was inside me again. This time there was no waiting for my body to adjust to his invasion of it; he immediately began to pound into me, grunting loudly with every violent plunge of his hips.
I felt him pause briefly to bury his fangs in my neck, feeding from me again. As he sucked, his fangs rough in my neck, he fucked me, his hips like pistons, driving that huge, pierced cock of his so deep, I gasped from the powerful mix of pleasure and pain. God, it was too much, the intensity of it was overwhelming and I cried out when another orgasm tore through me.
“Oh fuck...Fabian...it’s too much...I...I love….fuck I love this.” I hastily corrected, my already out of control heart lurching violently in my chest when I realised I’d almost told him I loved him. I didn’t love him. He was a vampire, a ruthless, selfish vampire. I could never love someone like him. It was the sex, the intensity of it. It was nothing more than the heat of the moment that nearly made me confess to something that wasn’t true. I didn’t love Fabian. It was just the sex that was all. Good sex, great sex in fact that made me feel emotional. I didn’t love Fabian.
So why did I feel the need to keep telling myself
that? I didn’t want to think about it. I just needed to focus on the moment. Simply enjoy my time here in his bed. I would be a fool to make it out to be more than it was. I would be doomed to heartache if I thought of this as something romantic and loving. No, it was great sex, nothing more.
Fortunately Fabian didn’t seem to notice what I’d said, or that I was suddenly conflicted by a confusing array of emotions. He was too fixed on reaching his own orgasm; still pounding into me. I tried to glance up at his face, which wasn’t easy given he was so much taller than me but from my angle, pinned under him as he fucked me like a possessed man, all I could see was his chest.
When I turned my head I could at least see past him to watch him in the mirrors and fuck was it hot. To see that tight ass of his flexing as he drove into me, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting under his smooth expanse of skin; seeing them bunch and tighten. There was no doubt about it; he was a work of art, his body poetry in motion.
Finally he threw his head back and I got to see his expression in the mirrors, a fleeting look of agony and his lips curled back revealing his fangs. The agony left his expression and I saw pleasure spread over his beautiful features, just as he bellowed loudly.
“FUCK, FUCK! What you do to me.” Before collapsing onto me and I felt him pumping into me again as he came just as spectacularly as the first time. Fuck he was beautiful, amazing, magnificent, a truly stunning creature to watch when in the throes of passion.
Feeling his body shuddering over mine, triggered another rush of emotions through me, and my arms came around him, holding him close to me. As he trembled and shook on me, my fingers combed through his hair, enjoying this chance to touch him. He seemed in no hurry to get off me and I wasn’t complaining, although he was heavy.
I couldn’t help the moment of disappointment I felt, when he finally pulled out of me and a flood of his cum ran out soaking the bed. Fabian sat up looking down between my legs, and when his eyes met mine, he grinned. He grinned? I wasn’t used to a grinning Fabian since he tended to be such a moody arrogant arse most of the time. Still, my heart leapt when I saw the humour glinting in his pale eyes.
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