Sam didn't kid when he said he wouldn't pull out. It was amazing that he didn't even get smaller even after reaching his third orgasm. But considering the five years of longing, it wasn't a surprise for him to have such stamina.
I was more surprised how I managed to take him all night. It was as though I was exhausted, but not at the sa ti. When I was pinned on the wall, on the desk, and in every corner of his office, I orgasd. I didn't even get dry even after multiple orgasms.
It was wild... very wild.
Now, Sam sat upon the chair behind his desk while I was on his lap. My feet dangled over the armrest while I rested the side of my head on his firm chest. I looked around the office and it was a disaster. Docunts were scattered on the floor, the shallow holes on the wall, one painting that fell down, and so books along with our clothes.
"It's dawn," I whispered, breaking the silence as I peeled my eyes away from the disaster and focused on his beauty. Sam was caressing my back; his little habit that I missed.
"Mhm. How sad."
"Don't be sad. It's not like this is our last night," I giggled as he truly seed disheartened about this. "Ti is fleeting. So fast that I didn't even notice it's almost eight years since the first ti we t. We also now have a five-year-old son who is wonderful and cute. We have a lot of ti, love."
My eyes softened tracing back to the ti I first t my husband. Back then, I never thought I would fall in love with him so hard, but I did. Things went upside down from that mont on, having to experience happy tis, life and death situations, sches after sches, pain and agony, and a lot more.
It was crazy. Our story was one hell of a ride, but here we are now.
Almost eight years later, we're still together. Making love like it was the first ti, loving each other more passionately than ever, and just together again. Words weren't enough to justify how grateful I was to be alive.
"Mhm... who would have thought?" he murmured in a soft tone. I glanced at him and caught the subtle smile on his face.
"You and I, we've been through a lot. I'm lucky that you love ."
My brows raised as I reclined so I could see him clearly. "My husband, you sound like you don't expect to love you."
"Because I don't?" Sam cocked his head to the side, giving a knowing look. "I knew you will be the woman I will marry the first ti I laid my eyes on you. But the first ti you saw , your eyes are filled with... terror."
"Of course! How can I not feel terrified when a stranger is inside my ho?" my nose scrunched up, giving justice to my reaction at that ti. "Did you forget how you toy ? I just wanted to light up the lamp, but you kept switching them from place to place! I almost thought there's a ghost!"
"You thought I was a ghost?"
"Of course! But when I realized it's a vampire, it was worse!"
Sam frowned. "A ghost is worse than a vampire, dear."
"Ghost can't hurt , but vampires can," I argued as a matter of fact, seeing him nod in understanding. "Also, who won't get scared when that intruder suddenly asks for my hand? I still rember the sense of dread that crept down my spine when you asked, 'why are you running, silly? I haven't proposed yet. Will you marry ?' I don't even know your na!"
"Haha! You rember?" I glared at him while he chortled.
"How can I not? If only you see that look on your face. It was as if you will kill if I refused."
"But you still refused. Now I'm certain you are suicidal at that ti and just in denial." Sam exclaid as if surprised at this new discovery. My mouth opened and closed, but I ended up biting my tongue.
To be truthfully honest, I wanted to survive back then. I really do. However, there was also a part of that I wanted to kill. I was unsure what it was, but at the back of my head, dying wasn't really terrible. I ant, if I died at the hands of a vampire, of course, I wouldn't feel sha to face my father. How could I fight a vampire, right? It would give enough reason.
"Now that I think about it, I think I was unconsciously aware I had this dark side of ," I murmured after our brief silence. "That is why, although I feared death, I didn't think it was that really bad."
"We all had our dark side, Lilou." Sam smiled and caressed my cheek. "A friend of mine said, the more kind, loving, and bright a person was, their other side is just as extre."
"Since when did you have friends?" I inquired, finding it a bit strange that Sam was calling soone a friend. I only knew one person who Sam called a friend, and that was Noah's grandfather, Alfie.
"Is it Alfie? Noah's grandfather?"
"No." He shook his head and snapped his eyes away. "It's soone else who lives in my head."
My brows furrowed while staring at his side profile. Soone who lived in his head? What did he an by that? There was a mont of silence between us. I waited for him to explain, but he didn't. So, I was about to ask but he suddenly spoke.
"Lilou, the core... it's not inside you anymore," I froze montarily, blinking twice while processing his words. "I stole it from you. The voices... the people you t when you were in slumber were now inside my head."
"What... how is that possible?" I gasped in surprise, puzzled at this didn't make sense. Sam gazed down at again and sighed faintly.
"My ability is actually stealing things. Stealing lives, mories, abilities, and sothing like that. Actually, it's not stealing, but more like absorbing," Sam explained calmly while brushing my arms with his knuckles. "Although it sounds convenient, it had its downsides. The reason I didn't offer absorbing the core is I might kill you. Not the type of death you think, but I might end up sucking your soul."
"What...." I trailed off as I listened to his explanation more.
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