He rubbed one finger over the sensitive skin making my grip on his hair tighten and desire for him only increase. It felt as if something was building up inside me, I wasn't entirely sure what it was because I had never experienced it before. I felt as if I was on the verge of exploding. When he slid his fingers into me though I did just that, but it was a good kind of exploding, I had never felt anything like it. My whole body vibrated in pleasure making my toes curl as I moaned into his mouth.
It left my already exhausted body feeling limp and extremely satisfied. My mind felt so confused though because I had, had sex before, it had been against my will and it hadn't been with fingers, but I figured it was all the same sort of thing and it had felt nothing like that.
Without me even noticing Lucian had pulled us both under the covers and had me wrapped in his arms, my back against his chest. I felt so warm and safe there, I didn't want to ask something that might be a little embarrassing and maybe ruin the moment, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know and Lucian was the only one I could ask.
"Is that what it's meant to feel like?" I murmured hoping if I said it quietly it wouldn't be so bad.
"Hmm?" He asked sounding half asleep already.
"Is that what sex is meant to feel like?" I couldn't stop the blush from spreading across my cheeks.
He tightened his grip around me and whispered in my ear. "No sweetheart, sex feels better."
"Can you show me what it's like?" I asked before I could stop my mouth from saying it out loud.
"I will one day." He assured me.
"Now?"
He gave a low chuckle. "You know, I'm trying my hardest to hold back here, but you really don't play fair."
I grunted and relaxed back against his chest, there wasn't much point trying to convince him to do it. My eyes were just closing when I felt him slide his hand across my waist and return into my boxers.
"I won’t do that yet sweetheart, but I can do this again if you want." He whispered in my ear.
The only reply I managed to get out was a small squeak. It was enough of a signal for him to take it as a yes.
I didn’t last as long this time, he slid his fingers inside me immediately and I didn't stand a chance. Someone must have taught him how to do this or something because he seemed to know how to move his fingers in exactly the right way to drive me crazy. I mean I wasn't experienced in this department, but surely this wasn't just a skill that all men came with naturally.
Gasps and moans were escaping my throat before I could even attempt to hold them back and the pleasure was so intense that it was rendering my body helpless to do anything besides try to contain whatever he was building up inside me. He ended it with one last push of his fingers leaving me gasping for air as I tried to catch my breath.
He turned me around in his arms and tugged me close until we were chest to chest and he rested his chin on the top of my head.
"Thank you." I murmured feeling sleepy as hell, doing that really seemed to take it out of me even though it didn't actually seem like I was doing anything except enjoying it.
"You don't have to thank me for that sweetheart." He said before kissing my forehead.
"You feel so warm." I mumbled as I snuggled against his bare chest.
"My temperature is always warmer than a humans." He admitted.
"I want you to stay." I whispered.
"I know." He whispered back and then I could hear the smirk as he added. "You just want me for my skills with my fingers."
I snorted before sighing and mumbling. "If you stay, you don't ever have to do that to me again."
"Oh sweetheart." He sighed tightening his arms around me. "I wish I didn't have to go, but I'll be back before you know it."
I nodded against his chest, but clung to him as if my life depended on it. "I love you."
"I love you too." He answered just in time for me to hear him before I fell asleep in his arms.
By the time I woke up the next morning he was already gone, the only indication that the whole thing hadn't been a dream being the folded piece of paper on the night stand with "Tinkerbell" written on it.
I could have acted crazy and run out of that room before running up and down the halls asking people if they had seen him, but somehow I knew that he had left a while ago and doing that would achieve nothing besides people thinking I had gone insane.
With a sigh I leant over and picked up the paper before unfolding it:
Tinkerbell,
I'm sorry I left when you were asleep, but I thought it would be the easiest way for both of us.
I've left you and Gordon in charge, both of you together should be able to lead everyone easily. I'd trust either of you with my life and I trust you with the lives of everyone there. I know you won't be sure what to do, but Gordon knows all the details, taking charge isn't as easy as you think Blondie, but I'm sure you can help each other out.
Gordon has told Bethany about him and me, I know it's hard for you to believe and I'm still not sure if you do, but maybe having someone to talk to about it will help. We decided that it would be easier to tell her since she was there when you were bitten, but maybe it can help you to believe the truth, apparently she is more accepting than I expected.
You should be safe from soldiers at the hotel, but be prepared for more zombie attacks in the area. Something I forgot to tell you was I protected the hotel with demon magic that kept the zombies at bay most of the time. I couldn't keep it up constantly because it drained me, but now that I'm gone it won't be there anymore so the zombie population will likely increase in the area as Gordon doesn't have the kind of power to keep them away. Just be on the lookout.
I'll be back as soon as I can, don't do anything stupid, you are immune to the virus now, but you can still get hurt.
I love you always.
Lucian.
That was it, he was gone and I didn't know when I would see him again. I screwed the paper up in my fist and fell back in the bed wrapping the covers around me as I breathed in his scent. The tears fell without my consent, but I didn't try to stop them, I let myself cry. It was the last time I would allow myself this luxury before I had to lock down my emotions again. After this the safety I had felt would be gone and I was back to being the strong Taylor who would not cry. When these tears dried up I would take a shower, get dressed and pull on my weapons. Then I would meet everyone in room 215 and Gordon and I would attempt to lead this place in Lucian's absence until he returned.
My only plan was to survive and keep everyone safe while he was gone, but it was yet to be seen if that would be easy or if it would contain obstacles that would endanger every one of us. When there were zombies and now demon's in this world, who knew what was around the corner?
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