“I did this for you,” he breathes into my mouth. “I’ve always wanted to do this for you. This was your dream, and I’ve been trying to make it happen for years. It’s why I took this position,” he confesses, and my lips just attack his all the more fervently.
His hand slides my skirt up around my hips, and he very gingerly removes my underwear while tucking it into his pocket. I giggle lightly while more tears drip down my face.
“No evidence this time?” I snicker out, and he smirks while wiping away my tears.
“I don’t need everyone knowing how incredibly sexy my woman dresses under her clothes,” he breathes in a possessive and sexy-as-Hale tone.
He jerks me to his hips, and I feel his pants lowering enough to expose his erection that has been dying to return inside me. His lips prove their love against mine, and his tongue dares to seduce my already seduced body as it tangles with mine.
He gently slides into me, and it’s so surreal, passionate and completely different than his usual violent entrance. His hot breath collides with mine, and then he stares into my eyes as he continues the more ginger rhythm. He undoes the buttons on my shirt while gently pumping in and out of me, and my black, see-through bra becomes exposed.
“What the fuck?” he smolders out as his eyes stare at the lacy artwork on my chest.
I smirk devilishly, and then his rhythm picks up when he becomes too turned on to hold it steady. His needy hands grip my breast firmly, and then they trail down to be on my ass as he jerks me into his powerful thrusts.
My nails cling to his neck, and my head drops back so that I can fully revel in his incredible skills. His lips stroll over my chest as he begins pounding harder, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach grows before begging to explode from my body. I moan slightly as my throat catches.
“That’s it baby,” he strains out through gritted teeth, and my moans deepen when he surges into that much harder.
“Hale,” I cry out, and I feel myself exploding around him as his warmth fills inside me.
“Fuck,” he says with a slight edge of disappointment.
“What?” I pant out.
“Apparently I’m going to have to blood fuck you again to even up the score, considering I can’t hold my own with you while I’m sober,” he says with menacing humor.
I snicker out a breathless laugh, and he pulls me into a softer kiss. I slide my skirt back down, and then I very slowly start buttoning my shirt up while he reassembles his wardrobe as well.
“Thank you,” I murmur, and he smirks while fastening his belt.
“You thanking me for sex these days?” he teases.
I blush lightly, and then I walk over to wrap my arms around his waist.
“Not sex. The school. Thank you,” I murmur through the emotional gust I hadn’t expected to resurface.
He smiles much sweeter, and his soft lips press against my forehead.
“You’re welcome, baby, but you don’t have to thank me. I love you, and I wanted to do something to prove it. I should have done much more long ago.”
He takes my hand in his, and then we head out to the courtyard. Everyone is in the process of training the teenagers, and we sit down to observe. I take notice that the teachers are hybrids - not the full blood merciless whip masters that trained us.
“Hybrids?” I muse. “I thought the United didn’t allow our kind to teach other hybrids due to too much empathizing.”
“It’s not a law, Araya. It’s just a request made by the full bloods, but I don’t always do what I can to please the others in case you haven’t noticed. This place has thrived since I took over, so they don’t say too much about what I do or don’t do. Until I took office, they barely kept a sufficient blood stock, they rarely maintained the weapons, and they didn’t have any organization. I changed everything, and then I changed even more,” he proudly boasts, and I smile at the little twinkle he exhibits.
“I think it’s great.”
My eyes don’t leave the young students far less intimidated than I was while the full bloods looked down on me with bitter disgust. They’re actually learning combat with a smile on their face. My face never bore any animation. If I hadn’t left it expressionless, it would have only showed my true pain.
“How did you end up with a full blood after all we went through? It’s obvious you’re not over it in the least, so why become engaged to one?” he hesitantly asks.
I sigh out, and then I stare down at the finger that once held the black opal that had suited me so well.
“He was different. I didn’t even know he was a full blood at first. His scent is weak because he has never been human. He was persistent, and he spent every day he could spare trying to convince me he wasn’t like the full bloods I had encountered before. He finally did, and the rest just sort of happened.”
“When did you meet him?” he asks curiously.
