“Which time?” I joke lightly to keep the mood soft instead of heavy.
“All fifteen of them,” he snickers out, and I return while buttoning up a long-sleeved black shirt that drapes just barely long enough to keep me covered up. “I really wish you had put that on before we were done,” he growls as he stares at me in his shirt like I once wore all the time after sex.
I almost smile, and I quickly wipe it from my face before he reads too much into it.
“You kept asking me to marry you directly after a blood fuck when all senses are aroused, and every emotion is heightened,” I murmur softly while returning to the previous conversation.
He pulls me back into his arms, and I allow him to find the closeness he needs. He was the last to draw blood, so it will be affecting him for longer than it does me. I have to be empathetic to that. Or is it just an excuse to stay in his arms?
He kisses me lightly, and then he pulls my leg to be across his waist before deepening the kiss. The effects are still haunting him terribly bad, and his hand strays to be under my shirt.
“Easy boy. No more tonight,” I murmur against his lips.
“I could do more than just fuck you,” he breathes, and his soft, daring lips begin trailing down my body to the inside of my leg.
My mouth waters as his tongue lightly grazes the most sensitive spot on my body, and I fight the pulsating pain as I rip away from the seduction.
“I’ll leave if you don’t stop,” I gently caution.
“I can’t help it. You know how I get directly after a blood fuck,” he breathes as he grips my hips and jerks my body to his.
I’m not getting out of here without another fuck. Damn it.
“You have to. This was supposed to be about healing me, and you swore it wouldn’t complicate things. I’m still engaged,” I huff.
“Tell me you don’t still love me,” he whispers as he strokes my lips with his while his erection presses against me through the thin, rebellious shirt that wants to be pulled out of the way.
“Please don’t do this. You swore,” I whimper, and he sighs against me.
I feel the head of his erection barely pressing into my walls, and the surreal sensation is almost unbearable. He presses in just a little deeper, and it’s all I can do to try and fight as the pounding presses on. Finally, he’s completely inside of me, and I gasp as he pulls it out.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I swear I’ll stop,” he mumbles into my mouth, and he starts the painful teasing all over again as the head just barely pushes in.
“Stop, please,” I whine, and he presses in deeper once more until I feel his base pressing against mine.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I will. I swear,” he growls, and then he pulls out once more before thrusting into me with an ungodly force.
I moan as the pace starts back up, and I grip the back of his neck as he continues his bashing assault I can’t ask him to stop again. Have I now crossed the line?
He doesn’t stop, and my hips rise to counter his thrusts. His lips move to my ear, and he groans as he forces out more power against my quivering, exhausted body. I haven’t been fucked like this since him.
“Tell me you want it, baby,” he growls.
“Yes,” I whimper, and tears start to fall from my eyes as the moment of surrealism begins to grow once more.
“Tell me,” he commands.
“I fucking want it,” I cry out, and then my screams echo through the room, telling the world of my climax, and then he explodes into me.
He falls to my body, and I tremble horribly from the awakening night. His head is face down into the pillow to muffle his pants as all his weight presses down on me. He finally slides to the side, and he kisses me so softly as my tears drip into our kiss to flavor it with guilty salt.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and now I can tell his sanity has returned - though my fucking sanity is still in question.
“It was my fault,” I say through the sobbing.
“No. I pushed you. I’m the one who wouldn’t just stop,” he says with guilt pouring out. “I shouldn’t have done that to you knowing-”
“Knowing what? That’s it’s a hybrid’s nature to never walk away from a good fuck?” I scoff, and more tears fall out.
