As gently as she could, she dug the scissor’s edge into her inner thigh, deep enough where blood began to pool out in a thin line.
Christian's response was nearly immediate. His nostrils flared and his eyes opened slowly. They didn't even need to look around; they landed on the inside of Maggie's thigh and he clenched his teeth together.
Maggie reached out and placed a hand on his bare shoulders, loving the feeling of his corded muscles underneath her palm. He was cool in a way humans weren't, but that didn't make the touch unpleasant. If anything, it was calming, soothing.
"You don't have to control yourself around me, Christian," she told him in a low voice. She had no experience with talking to men, with begging them to feed on her. She didn't know if she was coming across whiny and desperate or sultry and confident. "I can handle myself. I want you to lose yourself in me. Please, Christian. Please feed on me again. I know you want it."
He let out a groan and his eyes snapped shut. Her hand squeezed his shoulders, urging him on. She knew she almost had him.
"Please, Christian," she said again. She spread her thighs open to reveal she wasn't wearing any underwear and, making sure he had his eyes on her, placed her index and middle fingers in her mouth, soaking them with her saliva, before placing them over her clitoris.
She began to rub herself slowly at first. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she forgot for a moment that she had an audience, that she wasn't alone. Up until she heard him mutter, "Oh, fuck."
And then she felt his lips on her thigh, tentatively at first, before she began to suck the blood from her cut. She didn't stop touching herself, didn't stop dancing her fingers across her clit. She began to moan, the rush of blood and the build-up in her pelvis. She didn't even check on him, to see if his skin was turning back to its normal shade. She was too consumed in her pleasure and judging by the strength of his grip on her thighs, judging by the pressure of his lips, she was absolutely certain he was getting his strength back.
It wasn't long before her breathing turned ragged. Her back arched and it wasn't long before she shattered, twitching and spasming. And then Christian placed his lips on her mound and she moaned. He licked her slit, slurping her up like she was an ice cream cone. He was feeding on her cunt the way he fed on her blood.
"That's right," he told her. "You taste fucking delicious."
He lifted his head up when she started to come down. He healed her thigh, sealing the cut up before crawling on top of her. His cock was hard and ready but he didn't immediately enter her and she whimpered like a child.
"Fuck, I want you," he told her in a low, husky voice. "I've wanted you since I saw your picture on that website. I've wanted to make you mine. I've fantasized about hearing your mouth scream my name."
“Then take me,” she told him, spreading her legs even further. “I’m yours.”
Christian’s jaw popped. Maggie had no idea why he was holding himself back when she was offering herself to him. She didn’t know why he would refuse her when he had just stated that he wanted her. Suddenly, she started to feel uncomfortable, like maybe he didn’t want to be the one responsible for taking her virginity. Perhaps he assumed she would get clingy or paranoid or develop romantic feelings.
The problem was, she already loved Christian. Romantic feelings couldn’t develop more because she had sex with him. Although there was a chance that the physical connection of their bodies would inspire stronger bonds, at least for her. And maybe he knew that and was hesitating.
Slowly, he crawled on top of her, his eyes never leaving hers. She couldn’t find it in her to look away. Her heart was beating in her chest and she knew he heard, wondered what he thought. She was a silly romantic about the whole thing, really. But she couldn’t bring it in herself to be embarrassed or ashamed by this.
“Once I claim you, there’s no going back,” he told her. “There’s something different about a vampire taking virginity. Regardless of what happens to the relationship, territory has been marked. It’s why human-vampire relationships don’t last.”
“Why some don’t last,” she pointed out before she could stop herself.
The corner of his lips quirked up. “Why some don’t last,” he agreed. He peered at her with a serious expression on his face. “I’ll ruin you for all other vampires.” It sounded more like a warning than an arrogant statement, almost like he was trying to talk her out of this even though even she – someone so inexperienced as she was – could read the desire he had for her in his eyes. It made her feel sexy and powerful and wanted. She had never felt that way before by anybody. It was a feeling she could get used to.
“You already have.” Her words were true and sincere. When he looked at her, his eyes slightly wide, surprised by her words, by her tone, and he clenched his teeth once again. She reached down and cupped his cheek with her hand. “It’s the truth, Christian. Please. Take me. Be my first. Ruin me.”
That seemed to be enough for him to make his mind up. He leaned down and caressed his lips with his, his eyes slipping shut into a tender kiss. It took her a moment to drift off into the stillness that surrounded him but she coiled her arms around his neck and pulled him to her so her entire body covered hers.
His tongue slid over her lips and she opened hers in order to invite him in. He shifted his hips and she could feel his hardness press against her thighs. He dribbled a small amount of precum on her.
As he kissed her, she slid her hand down his chest before her fingertips barely grazed his cock. He stiffened and let out a low groan. Her eyes widened at the effect she had on him. She barely touched him and he nearly collapsed. What would happen if she got a good grip on him?
Maggie wanted to find out.
She coiled her fingers around his cock and slowly gave him one long stroke. He groaned again, louder, and she felt a shudder rip through his entire body. Her eyes went wide and she did it again and again and again, faster, until her arm was moving in a slow bit strong graceful jerking motion.
Christian was still under her touch, his body rooted in place and surprise in his eyes. She knew he hadn’t expected her to reach out for him. If anything, she understood that as a naïve innocent, she wouldn’t want to touch his cock upon first coming in contact with it. However, Maggie was enthusiastic whenever she was trying something new and she liked to learn by actually doing the activity herself. If she wanted to please him, she knew she would have to touch him.
“God, Maggie,” he said in a strained voice. The way her name came out of his mouth sent a shiver down her spine and she could feel her eyes get dark in response. “You have to stop. I want to feel you from the inside, and if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to.”
Maggie gave him one last stroke before dropping her hand and weaving it back around his neck.
He positioned himself above her and slowly pushed inside her opening. Her nails dug into his skin and she tried to keep a cool look of indifference as he stretched her out in ways she had never been stretched before. But she couldn’t deny it hurt and she had to physically bite Christian on the shoulder to keep from crying out in pain.
Christian’s eyes were closed as he got used to the sensation of being inside Maggie. He let out a long moan filled with expletives that she hoped was only a good sign. It felt like a long moment as he continued to push into her until he fit his entire cock inside of her. Maggie let out a sound that mixed a gasp with a sob. Christian immediately snapped his eyes open and, without saying a word, began to kiss her face once, twice, three times. He remained still, waiting until Maggie indicated that she was used to him and he could proceed to claim her as his.
He was slow and gentle, but somehow, his cock managed to hit her most sensitive spot. Maggie couldn’t help the moans that ripped through her body, and as his thrusting gently increased, she could not believe she had ever doubted sex, ever questioned it, before.
When she felt her orgasm take hold of her body, she knew it had to do with her partner more than any
thing else. Being with the right person made her first time memorable. And Christian was exactly the right person.
Chapter 21
She woke up to Christian's head between her thighs.
"You taste so fucking delicious," he murmured against her mound. He had told her that the night before but it still rang true, it still sounded like the first time.
She felt her lips get wet thanks to his words and thanks to his mouth. Maggie had no idea sex could be like this. Danielle had told her how it felt, sure, but she didn't realize that that meant THIS. It was bliss, a physical manifestation of what it meant to be connected with someone in a way she had never been connected before. She knew the same couldn't be said for Christian. She understood that. In a way, it was probably better. He was patient with her, he knew what to do to please her without her having to give instruction because she really had no idea what pleased her and what didn't. She knew how to get herself off and she was surprised she had been bold enough to do so in front of Christian, but she was desperate for his attention. He needed to feed. And it felt so good that why wouldn't she stop? Why wouldn't she bring herself to coming for him?
It wasn't long before she felt the buildup once more.
"That's right, Maggie," he breathed out. "All over my fucking face. God, I want it all over my face."
Her words made her come undone and she splintered around Christian's face hard and fast. He lapped it up, her juices, everything that came out of her like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and he kept going even after she had given him everything she could. She had to push his head away from her due to the fact that she was too sensitive to even be breathed on let alone touched.
"Oh my God," she murmured. She could barely keep her eyes open, but when Christian crawled on top of her, he kissed her long and hard. The fact that she could taste herself on his face made her throb, and it was almost painful due to the fact that she was still recovering from last night.
"I know you're tired," he told her against her theist. His fangs gently teased her flesh but he didn't sink them into her flesh just yet. She shivered with anticipation. "But I want you."
"Weird," Maggie managed to get out. "You told me otherwise."
Christian gave her a look. "I was trying to protect you," he told her, his hands finding her hip bones. "I didn't know what I felt for you, what was real and what wasn't. And yeah, maybe I was protecting myself but..." He grinned down at her. "It's different now. It doesn't matter. That was in the past."
Before she could respond, he flipped her over and spread her knees apart so Maggie's back was arched and her backside was in the air.
"You're mine, Maggie," he told her, rubbing his hands up and down the plump curves of her ass. She couldn't see him but she could feel his eyes on her, looking at her with wonder, like she was a divine figure sent from heaven just for him. "That's all that matters now. You are mine and I am yours. And one day, I hope to make that official with you. When you're ready. But for now, I'm completely satisfied worshipping your body with my tongue, my mouth, my hands, and my cock."
Maggie shuddered in delight.
He didn’t give her any warning before he slammed his cock into her opening. She cried out in both pain and pleasure and her fingers buried themselves deeply in the covers. Somehow, he was able to position her so every time he slammed into her, the head of his cock hit just the right spot so something began to build in her pelvis, thrumming and buzzing. She knew she could speed the process along and place all of her weight on one hand while the other touched herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to take the easy way out. She knew Christian would not stop until she shuddered from another orgasm and she wanted to feel what it was like to shatter without clitoral stimulation.
Without warning, Christian spanked her backside, hard enough where little needles lit up her pale buttocks. She was certain his red handprint was still there, even as he rubbed it soothingly. She let out a surprised whimper – still in shock that he had spanked her in the first place but also because she hadn’t realized how much she would like it. She felt herself get even wetter than she already was, coating him in her juices and making him cry out in both surprise and pleasure.
Each thrust was hard and kept the tempo. He wasn’t going slow, per se, but he was precise, like he wanted to make sure she took him all the way in and she felt it.
Feel it, she did.
Her arms were shaking, trying to keep her weight up and holding the position. She wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the mattress, already exhausted. She thought she had slept well and deep but her body needed more.
Her body also needed Christian.
She knew she should rest and recuperate. But when she looked at him with those eyes, when he talked with that filthy mouth, she couldn’t help but respond. She wanted him, even though she was exhausted. Even though she wanted to collapse. So she withheld. She kept her body up, holding herself with her hands, and she let him take her like he was some kind of beast.
And he was.
She could feel the power in his hands as he gripped her hips. She knew he could break her bones in his hands if he just squeezed hard enough. It was wrong, she knew, but that made her throb with desire – being with someone who could kill her with his hands.
At that moment, she started to buzz. She could feel her pelvis get light and buttery. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt her chest start to jerk up and down. It would take a bit longer to get her there, but she would get there. She knew it.
So did he.
It wasn’t long before the muscles in her mound started to twitch and spasm. She clamped them tightly around his cock, holding him in position even as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He groaned, his grip tightening even further, and Maggie knew she would have bruises on his hips but she didn’t care. Why would she, when the act of actually acquiring them felt so damn good?
She knew he was close as well, ready to release his seed inside of her, as deeply as he could push it. When he started moaning her name, she knew he was coming and tried to ensnare his cock with a tight grip using the muscles in her pelvis. It was all she could do to keep from collapsing onto her bed.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, Maggie,” he muttered as he continued to climax.
When he was finally spent, he all but fell on top of her, making sure she wasn’t crushed under his weight. She could feel the sweat on his muscles, could feel his breathing return to normal. Somehow, his cock stayed inside her up until he went completely soft. Maggie tried to slow her heart down the same way Christian had, and her eyes hung low and droopy. It was even an effort to keep them open so she could look at her lover from the corner of her eye.
She wanted to tell him she loved him but didn’t want to ruin the moment. Regardless of how he felt in return, she knew it would make things tense. And right now, she wanted to relax with him for as long as she could.
“Why me?” Christian asked as he slowly rolled off of her frame.
Maggie furrowed her brow, surprised by the question, and turned her head so she could look at Christian, who was now on his back and staring at the ceiling.
“I’ve been wondering that since you first came to me,” he said. His hands were resting on his chest, and even though he was speaking to her, he continued to look up. It was almost as though he was talking to himself. “Why you chose to be my donor. I know that regardless of my insistence to claim you exclusively or even non-exclusively, you still have to give consent. And I have no idea why you would do that for me.”
Maggie knew it took a lot in him to have even asked the question, which meant she had to be careful with her answer. She wanted to make sure he understood exactly, without any doubt plaguing his mind.
“I had no idea what I was doing,” she murmured, pulling the satin blankets up to cover herself and get warm. “When they sent me to your place for an interview, I wasn’t sure what to expect. You were the first person I interviewed with.
The only person I interviewed with. There was something about you, when I first met you. Something…” She shook her head. “Even now, I can’t put it into words. But it made me trust you. It made me believe in you. You were completely unlike the idea I had for what a vampire should be. And I appreciated how sweet you were. I appreciated how welcoming you were. I don’t think you realize how easy it is to fall in love with you, Christian.”
He seemed to furrow his brow by her last statement and she tentatively placed her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm serious," she told him, her voice still low but insistent. "Now I just have to figure out how to withdraw from The Black Agency without any kind of penalty."
"Fuck them and fuck the penalty," Christian told her, his nose scrunching and his jade green eyes sharp. "I'll pay for you to get out of it. I don't want anything or anyone to think they can take you away from me."
"And your feeding?" Maggie asked slowly, peeking her brows. "How will you feed? I know you don't like to mix business with pleasure."
"I can't drink anything else," Christian said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. His eyes burned into hers and he leaned over and placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, causing little lightning bolts to her pelvis even though the gesture was intimate rather than passionate. "I may have ruined you for other vampires but you've ruined me for everything else."
"Speaking of which," Maggie said, turning over and resting her head in her hand. Her breasts were exposed to the cool air, causing her nipples to harden. Christian's eyes dropped to take in the sight and somehow, she felt her insides turn to goo and drop down to her pelvis and she got wet. "Why do you think Tristan couldn't drink my blood?"
Christian perked his brow. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"You saw what he did to me," she said, shifting uncomfortably at the thought of it once again. It had felt like forever ago when really it couldn't have been more than twelve hours. "He bit my neck. But for some reason, he couldn't drink my blood. Has that happened to a vampire before?"
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