Chapter 6

“What… What are you?” I asked, my words leaving my lips before I so intended them to. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his long, sharp teeth.

He sighed, his eyes growing sad as his lips covered his fangs in a prominent frown. “I didn’t want you to find out. I felt so normal around you.” He whispered, still holding me against his hips. I continued to hold onto him. My fingers were cold and my legs trembled. I knew there was something wrong with this situation, but at the same time, I couldn’t shake off the carnal urges that were running through my body. Even with this sudden turn of events, Quin was still inexplicably attractive. My vivid shower-inspired fantasy came rushing back to me. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly…

“Tell me,” I demanded, my fingers running through his hair. I didn’t want to play games anymore. “Tell me what’s going on.” My voice was strong and confident as I met his gaze. Still holding me, he left the room, leading us to the second floor where the walls were painted in a soft beige color.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, standing in the middle of the hallway. He sighed, expelling the air against the hollow of my neck. I shuddered, feeling a spark of excitement running up my spine. I wanted to kiss him in that moment. To take his face in my hands and take control, but I stopped myself, waiting for answers as my mind conjured up vivid fantasies. I don’t know how things changed so quickly. One moment, I was having a nice, delicious dinner, but now, I was a ball of hormones ready to pounce.

Quin opened his eyes and kept walking without answering me. I started to get irritated. I was about to ask him again when he opened a wooden door. It creaked slowly, the light from the hallway creeping into the dark room. Shadows scuttled for safety in corners and behind large dressers. In the middle of the room, the bed was illuminated by the ray of light coming from the hall.

Without further hesitation, Quin walked to the bed and set me down. His movements were gentle, almost loving. I felt my heart strings shoot in his direction, pulling him closer. My fingers dug into his arms as I pulled him on top of my body. I smiled up at him, cupping his cheeks in my hands. The cut from earlier had stopped bleeding by this point.

His hips locked with mine, his cock even harder than before. I could feel it pressing against my thigh, his bulge rubbing against my crotch, begging for entrance. Teasing him, I pushed my hips into him, my back arching. I spread my legs and watched as his eyes traveled down my body, settling on between my thighs. He raised an eyebrow in intrigue before my fingers moved down, feeling a wet spot forming in my pants. My cheeks reddened when I realized he had made me so wet that I was soaking through the fabric.

With his eyes still glued to my crotch, I moved my fingers in slow circles. I giggled, realizing he was just as aroused as I was. His eyes left my fingers now eyeing the wet spot as it grew bigger. There was undeniable lust in his eyes. Deep down, I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Eager to get the show on the road, I wrapped my legs around his waist, making him my prisoner. “Now, are you going to tell me or do I need to fuck the answer out of you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He looked surprised by my question before I flipped us over. My hands were on his shoulders, pinning him to the bed, my legs straddling his body. “I…” He tried to speak, but he was caught in my spell. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, taking my time. He groaned, reaching up to speed up the process, but I pushed his hands away, pinning them above his head. At this point, my shirt was halfway undone.

My large breasts threatened to spill out of my lacy black bra as I leaned forward, letting them dangle above his face. He looked ravenous, licking his lips before he shook his head. “I can’t…” He whispered. “I can’t do this.” He tried to shake his head again, but I kissed his lips, taking his breath away. I was too addicted to pull away as my hands roamed his body, running down to his pants and undoing them with ease. Within seconds, his shaft was on full display, standing at attention. I pulled back, kneeling between his legs as I eyed his twitching member. I took him in my hand and started to stroke him until he was rock hard and pumping his hips into the air.

“Why not? You seem to be enjoying it.” I questioned, a grin on my face as I leaned down, leaving behind a trail of kisses between his abs, moving closer and closer to his dick, now twitching within the confines of his pants. Slowly, I stuck my hand inside, running my fingers along his base, teasing him for a second before I gripped his thick shaft in my hand.

“No.” He pushed me away. I landed on my back on the mattress. Seconds later, his body was hovering above mine. I could feel his dick press against my thigh once more, as if eager to break through the fabric that separated it from my eager mound. I bit my lip, peering into his fiery eyes. The desire I saw there made me shiver. “I can’t because… I’m a vampire…” He whispered, his voice husky.

I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding.” I challenged. I remembered the long canines he had flashed downstairs. Surely that had been just a figment of my imagination. Right?

“Not at all. It’s the truth.” He whispered. “I’m a vampire… and I don’t know how much longer I can control myself. You… smell so… intoxicating. I nearly lost control downstairs.” He admitted, his face moving closer to my neck. I remembered his reaction to my injury, how he had washed away the blood as if it were a sign of the plague. It was all starting to make sense now.

Even so, I wasn’t thinking logically. Maybe my lust was blinding me to reason. Or maybe all those vampire movies had taught me that sex with a vampire was awesome. Deep down, I knew that this should have scared me but it was only making me excited. This man was a vampire and I didn’t even care. His hot breath on my neck was driving me into a frenzy and vampire or not, I knew I had to have him. I pulled him closer. “So what?” I asked, my hand once again sneaking in his boxers. I took his tip between my fingers, rolling it back and forth until he tilted his head back and howled with pleasure.

It took him a while to compose himself as I continued to jerk him off, letting my soft palm caress his smooth cock. I was gentle and slow, building up the tension before I fondled his balls, kneading them between my fingers. By this point, his cock was straining for freedom. He looked down at me, desperation taking over his features. “But… I could hurt you.” He warned as his lips traveled over my neck with an acute trepidation. I shivered, realizing the danger I was putting myself in, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I needed him.