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Bettye Swann’s smooth voice guided our slow dance. I whispered the lyrics to Little Things Mean A Lot in Ana’s ear as the music played softly from the record player—the only thing important enough to unpack as soon as I carried her, bridal style, over the threshold of our new farmhouse.
“I love this song… our song,” Ana purred, pressing her curvy petite body against mine as I moved us in an intimate waltz. Her breasts brushed my t-shirt through her sundress. My brain immediately zeroed in on her ample cleavage from the v-cut of the collar. I concluded that we were definitely wearing too much clothing. My pale fingers gently wrapped around her caramel wrist. I marveled at the contrast in our coloring as I drew small gentle circles on the delicate skin between her thumb and index finger with my thumb.
“Are you naturally a fantastic dancer or is this vampire grace?” Ana smiled winningly.
“All me, baby.” I tried for an exaggerated wink and she laughed.
Every inch of her delicious body, each strand of raven curly hair, and undeniably knowing that we belonged together made my mouth water. The noticeable bulge in my pants that I’d had for hours was a clear indication. On the ride over here from the airport, she tried to help me out when her palm rested on my crotch, fingers curling around the hardened member, and massaging methodically. I stopped her because I wanted to take her in our bed or, as I glanced around the chaotic living room with boxes haphazardly strewn all over, perhaps right here on our hardwood floor.
I continued to lead us in our dance while staring into her blue eyes, continually astonished that I was the man chosen for her. My fancy footwork was doing the trick. I drove it home by dipping her low enough for the tips of her hair to touch the floor. Her full bow-shaped lips parted as if surprised, or I would like to think she was impressed. Her piercing blue eyes enveloped me in a lot of emotions.
The electricity crackling through us, galvanizing the air, wasn’t just from our imprint. I would have loved her even without the cosmic implication. She was stubborn, impatient, and annoyingly determined. But for all her flaws, her depth of emotion was clear in how she grieved her family and friends. When she let me in and allowed us to truly embrace our imprint, I finally saw my surroundings clearly. Being a vampire, my vision was pristine. But the way she looked at me made me feel seen for the first time in my life. She brightened the dull monotony of centuries of living without her.
“I thought the Irish were only good at drinking,” Ana teased when I brought her back up to standing.
“Only the finest whiskey of course,” I emphasized this by putting on a thicker version of my Irish accent.
“Of course,” she laughed. With a fling of my wrist, I spun her until she elegantly landed back into my arms. “You’re so fancy Dorian,” she murmured, fluttering her eyelashes.
Overwhelmed with the need to taste her, I pressed my lips to hers, softly groaning as her mouth moved with mine. I moved my hand from the small of her back to her plump butt cheek. She backed into my hand instinctively as I massaged the meaty flesh and pressed my bulge against her stomach. I always wanted her. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t. Our lips moved slowly and sensually in a rhythm that only we knew the steps to. Her hands caught my face between her palms as she pressed in closer. Her warm breath fanned into my mouth, making my dick jump with a heady need to see those lips wrapped around it.
Her sharp teeth nipped my bottom lip and a guttural groan rumbled through me. Both my hands now gripped her butt as I ground my erection into her abdomen and I caught her soft moan in my mouth. Her arms wrapped around my neck, deepening the kiss, the slickness of her tongue exploring my mouth.
“Dorian…” her whisper sent a shock of warmth to my crotch. Her hips undulated gently against my hardness, making me cup her cheeks even more aggressively. “I need you…”
I wrenched my mouth away to ask, “What do you need?” I searched her hooded eyes.
Having Ana admit how much she wanted me was a turn-on, but making her beg for it took all of this to an even higher level that I was addicted to. I nibbled on her earlobe, and she gasped, muttering unintelligible words. Her legs quivered as my hand bunched up the hem of her dress to glide up underneath. My fingers teased the edges of her panties.
Ana licked her lips, eyes deeply dilated and hooded. “Please touch me. Stop teasing me.” Her nose wrinkled up and I breathily chuckled. Then her breath caught as my hands roamed up to cup her breasts. Her blue eyes darkened to something close to demonic. “Dorian…” Her hands slipped underneath my shirt, her warmth a rival to my cold. She shucked up the fabric while bending down, and pressed her soft lips to my abs, making me shiver.
“Now who’s teasing whom?” I rolled my hips as if silently directing her where I wanted her. Her soft lips trailed lower when her fingers unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down just enough to bury her hands in my briefs until my dick popped out. Once she fully went down on her knees, her hand gripped the swollen base, my eyes rolled back while a groan broke through my lips. She stroked from base to tip slowly while pressing her lips to my abdomen. “Yes, baby. You know what I like.”
She bit the skin right above my dick eliciting a few curses. She lowered her lips onto my tip and grazed her teeth over it, the prick of pain made my balls tighten, and my hips moved forward involuntarily.
She hummed appreciatively while sinking down, engulfing me in her hot mouth until my tip hit the back of her throat. Her eyes peered up at me, glistening with tears. I reached down to wipe them away with the pad of my thumb and then pressed the base of her head down gently to keep her mouth impaled on my dick, unmoving. A moment later, a tingling sensation started in my balls but I wanted to feel that pussy clench around me when I came, so I let go of her head allowing her to come up for air. As she panted for breath, I pulled her up by her arms.
I chuckled at the confused look on her face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Baby I want to be inside of that tight pussy when I come. Tell me you want that too.”
“Yes,” her voice was husky from lust or my dick being down her throat, or maybe both.
Leaning down, our lips crashed into each other feverishly. I gripped her hips and quickly walked her to the wall next to the fireplace. She tilted her hips up and I dug my fingers into the meaty flesh of her butt while her legs wrapped around my waist. In a blur of movement, my t-shirt was off and flung somewhere. My fingers played with her panties until she let down her legs. She jumped out of arm's reach when I tried to snatch her by the waist.
Ana hiked up her dress and bent over, showing me red lace that did nothing to cover up her toned cheeks. I reached over and slapped a plump mound, making it jiggle, and making her moan. Slowly, she pulled down the lace, still bent in front of me. Her brown glistening pussy was on full display. Knowing that I am the only one who's been inside of her was overwhelming in the best way. My body went so tense and tight with desire that I could have snapped brittlely like glass.
“Fuck,” the curse was muffled by me biting down on my fist, but not as fast as my arms reaching out to keep her in that position. Placing the palm of my hand on the middle of her back, I gently stilled her in that pose.
I drew in close, slightly bending my knees, inhaling her floral sweet scent. My mouth salivated with the need to pierce her perfectly smooth skin and unleash the full effect of her smell; excitement always seeped out of her pores intoxicatingly. Instead, I glided a fingertip through her wet lips, feeling the full extent of my lust-filled desire in her whimper. That finger circled her soaked entrance and she pushed back, forcing it inside while I kissed and nipped her plump butt cheek. Her hiss changed to an erotic moan when I added a second finger. Her head dropped forward; eyes closed.
The way she gave herself to me was a work of art.
My tongue trailed between her legs, lapping up her sweet juices. Goddamn, she tasted like a divine sip from the gods. Better than a bottle of Jameson.
Ana gasped, “Dorian…please. I need you inside of me.” She pulled the dress over her head without any finesse, breasts bouncing with her movements.
I stood just enough to kick off my pants and briefs. I was so hard that my dick throbbed while jutting forward, a bead of white fluid oozing out. I curled myself over her back to rub my dick between her folds, gathering her wetness.
“God yes,” Ana threw her head back and arched her back to give me even more access to the hottest part of her.
“You want this? How much do you want this baby?” My voice was as strained as I felt. I trailed kisses along her spine making her thighs quake.
“I want it so fucking bad. Please give it to me.” She backed up, pressing her wetness against my hard length.
I didn’t need to look into her dilated eyes to know that she was blind with need. I wasn’t far off as I gripped the thick base of my dick and lined up with her entrance. Her whimpers and mumbled words were nothing compared to the pinched scream when I viciously bit her between her shoulder blades while punching inside of her. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave an indent if she were human, I held her up when her body trembled violently. Ana pressed her palms to the wall. She panted while I remained inside of her, unmoving, treasuring how tight and slick she was. I licked the spot where my bite wound was already healing, while her pussy clenched around me.
“You’re so wet, Ana. You’re so fucking wet for me.” My voice trembled in awe of her body and how it reacted to me, from a simple caress on her knee at the dinner table to being so deep inside of her that only the sharp contrast in our skin tones gave away where we connected.
Gritting my teeth against the need to pump into her, I gave in when she twitched her hips. I drew out until my tip just grazed her inside, and then slammed back into her heat. Her head turned so I could see her in profile as her mouth dropped open with a silent cry. Tingles fluttered to my balls drawing them up. Her frantically groped for anything to help her stay afloat until they gripped the edge of the mantel. I trailed kisses up and down her spine as I kept up a steady rhythm, marveling at her walls fluttering around me.
Reaching up, I gathered her hair and yanked until her back arched and was flush with my chest. I licked her neck and a shot of arousal stabbed me in the balls as more liquid gushed from her pussy.
“I want to be so deep inside of you that I can feel that tight pussy around my dick for days after we’ve parted,” I growled. In response, her pussy clenched around me just like I knew it would.
My balls tightened to the point of pain. My dick throbbed and pulsed with its own desperate heartbeat. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, so I dragged my thumb between her legs to draw rapid circles on her swollen clit.
Ana gasped as she threw her head back, and her hips pushed back into me. “Oh my god. Please… please.” I didn’t think she even knew what she was begging for, but I did.
I sped up my thrusts as that tingling at the base of my dick became nearly unbearable. She spread her thighs wider, loosening up for her building orgasm. Her arm reached behind, gripping my hips in a vice grip, pulling me even deeper. Needing to see her face when she fell apart, I quickly twisted her around to face me without pulling out or missing a thrust. In the blink of an eye, we were on the floor. My hand cradled the back of her head, protecting her as we landed. Then I pulled her legs up, allowing the tip of my dick to rhythmically hit the soft spot inside of her that made her eyes glaze over.
“Dorian…I’m going…” Her words were cut off by her body arching enough to draw her head off the floor. Her hands grappled for purchase as I drove mindlessly into her while her pussy had my dick in a vice grip.
Her rush of wetness and warmth pushed me over the edge, and I exploded inside her. The rush of blood to my ears and my rapidly beating heart stilted my vision while I spilled into her.
When I finally came down from that euphoric high, Ana was blinking up at me, her hands pushed into my hair. I leaned down and caught her lips with mine in a lazy gentle kiss then collapsed next to her after carefully pulling out.
“If that song turns you on like that every time, I’ll play it around the clock.” Ana’s breathy words caught me up in a fit of laughter while she continued to rake her hands through my hair.
After I calmed down, I pulled her onto my chest and nuzzled my nose into her hair. Her contented sigh made me smile.
“Tá grá agam duit mo ghrá.” I kissed her forehead.
“I love you too.”
When our lips met again, I let myself bask in the afterglow with her. We would deal with The Order and anything else they threw at us tomorrow.
