They took to the bed in order to carry on with their action. As per his usual and as he loved doing it, Silas settled Arabella between his legs before leaning against the bedfra behind them.
No more words were needed as their bodies spoke the sa language.
The vampire placed one hand on her wait as the other prepared her neck for what was to co by massaging it very delicately.
Arabella’s stance showed no objections or resistance to his touch. She rely trusted him with her weight and tilted her head to the side in order to expose more of her skin.
Her hair was neatly gathered and thrown over the other shoulder so that it wouldn’t stand in the way of their plans.
"Do you really want this?" he whispered, his warm breath brushing her naked neck, "Like I said, we can wait until after the wedding,"
"No, we cannot," she slowly shook her head, rubbing its back against his chest, "The wedding isn’t just for . It belongs to both of us and you, just like deserve to be in the best of shapes, in the best of moods," coming from her vocal cords, there was a quiet, lodious hum that resembled a moan shadowing her words, "You shouldn’t have to worry about quenching your thirst or controlling your urges on such a sacred night and most importantly," her tone saw a slight shift, "When that night cos, I’d prefer it if you saw as your bride instead of a midnight snack," she chuckled.
"I suppose that is more than fair," his features matched his light tone with a smile.
His hand never stopped working her waist, at tis, squeezing it a bit harder than others. As a result, her back would arch, pressing her bottom further against him.
That whole exchange between their bodies was kept subtle, only noticed when their tongues stopped moving.
"Are you ready?" he murmured.
In response, she rely humd.
Not a second after getting her answer, Silas licked the spot he wished to feed from, stealing a stifled moan out of her.
He softly kissed it so before giving it another, passionate lick. The vampire took his sweet ti with it, relishing every little squirm, every harmonious whimper from her.
His hands held her firmly in place as a reminder that there was nowhere for her to flee his grasp.
He’d been right all along... About the taste of her blood turning even more delectable. As soon as his fangs pierced the barrier separating him from the ambrosia running through her veins, his brain went into a crisis mode.
Alarm bells rang his mind as his mouth created a vacuum chamber, syphoning every drop that left her body, making sure that none went to waste.
Her groaning only added fuel to the fire that lit his nerve endings.
Overwheld, his senses focused every bit of effort on managing the bundle of flavors glazing his tongue.
Reaching the back of his mouth, the crimson juice hit spots and buds Silas didn’t even know existed.
The rest of his muscles locked in place, hoping to take as little energy as possible from him.
The temperature kept on rising as their bodies continuously rubbed together, clinging to each other as if anchored to one another.
Arabella’s eyes refused to shut. Not even to blink when necessary, rendering them weak to the stinging of air.
Tears gathered at their corners, but she didn’t mind for they weren’t tears of pain or sorrow.
They were of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Her heart pumped blood through her as best as it mustered the power to. Although clearly, it was hard for it to keep up with the high demands of her lungs.
Hungry for air they were to support her limbs which threatened to go limp. And so, her chest rose and fell following the rhythm of the drumming within it.
The sparks that shot through her initially as he dug into her flesh wouldn’t subside. Every second of it felt like it was just the beginning over and over.
Those shards laced her own nerve endings, putting every other operation and function on hold.
They traveled to her brain only to plague every nook and cranny of it, lighting the net of nerves like the constellations that brightened their paths by night.
She too noted a difference. Unlike their previous feeding sessions, the haziness wasn’t coming. The world remained as sharp and clear in her eyes as it was before they’d started that dance. Well, aside from the blurriness that the tears caused, of course.
Unlike the previous tis, her muscles alternated between llowing and hardening. Null doubt due to the Mirari trying to take effect and being countered by Silas’ blood.
Arabella used the small bit of strength left in her to dig her nails in his arm, knowing full well he wouldn’t mind.
The longer it went, the more she felt her blood leave her through those little holes.
That in turn produced waves that rippled all the way down to her stomach, then lower than that, causing her to rub her thighs together more intensely.
The rise of temperature between her legs seed independent from the rest of her body. It did its thing and answered to no authority.
Her disappointnt was instant when Silas plucked his fangs out of her. His breathing as heavy as hers, he whispered in her ear, "Are you alright?" he breathed so more, "You are trembling,"
"Yes," she moaned, "Please, keep going,"
"Are you sure?"
"Please," she pleaded in a choked sob.
He did not need to confirm it a third ti. Silas licked the blood that had slipped out and trickled down her neck before plunging his teeth right back in her.
The jolt that escaped her control was tad by his arms which still kept her in place.
Her whimpers grew louder with every little drop he syphoned. Her nails dug deeper into his impenetrable skin, but the heat between her legs was what reached critical levels of high.
She wanted more... She wanted it all and she did not want him to take it easy on her.
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