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  Sorry for the late update guys, insomnia ain't no joke, and it has been playing with me for a while now 😂 I basically passed out last night so I didn't get to finish up and post. But here it is!

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Lana's POV

  I always considered myself the kind of girl that followed my impulses.. It was true. I did. I lost control when I was angry or triggered. However, around vampires, I was taught that I should always play it smart. Resist those impulses.. And that's what I usually did.

  But never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that I would have trouble resisting my urges near him.. Near Christian. I thought I had it under control. I trusted myself and that's the thing.. I only trusted myself, and no one else. I relayed on my instincts and my instincts only.. So it was a true mind-game, so hard for me to understand when I started putting my whole trust in him..

  And perhaps in that moment, I put my trust in him. Only him. He got mad, shouted, gave all kinds of warnings, while I stood still, followed his rage and so damn eagerly triggered him even more.. I made him say all those things, and I felt satisfied that I was able to push him off the edge and actually hear him say that..

  At some point in that argument, I realized that he was pushing something back, he was hiding what he was really feeling at such moments, and I acted stubborn which was not so far from my nature, continuing the argument until he snapped and told me everything that was on his mind.

  And God, he had no clue how much satisfaction his words gave me, how easily they woke up this yearning inside me.. Like it was all I needed to hear, the only pass I needed to see for me to give in completely and lose every little control I had left.. Every little resistance with which I pushed all my urges back for so long..

  I shut him up with a kiss that was my salvation in that moment, biggest satisfaction, and the only limit I needed to be immediately crossed. I kissed him like he was the air filling my lungs and when he returned with that same eagerness for something more, with that same wish for something stronger, wilder.. I was completely and utterly lost in him.

  He always seemed to bring out this other side of me, like he was so effortlessly pulling my wildest urges, wishes and needs that swirled my mind completely out of place in moments like that. I loved that side of me. I loved the feeling of having him against me, kissing me, touching me, taking me.. I didn't care.. I didn't care about anything else but him. Us..

  I just craved his touch, craved his lips, craved him.. I did things that I would usually push back, I easily admitted things, said them without any regret.. Things that I would usually reconsider, think through.. No, with Christian there was no thinking. He brought out every drop of wildness and lust inside me so effortlessly.. Christ, it was insanity.

  I was there in front of him, so confidently taking my shirt off, throwing it on the side and daring him to take me right then, right there.. To just worship me. Perhaps I seemed very certain in my actions, and in that moment, I was.. But the truth was, I actually felt so needy and desperate.. God, I just wanted him to worship me as much as I wanted to do that to him. To desire me as much as I desired him..

  I saw it in his eyes.. I knew that wildness in his eyes. It was reflected back in mine as well. That yearning and loss of control. I saw it before.. That night we spent together before agreeing that we were going to keep it between the two of us.. Then I saw it each time he couldn't keep himself from kissing me.. The previous night in the car too.. I was learning to read him, very aware that I was letting him read me just as effortlessly, just as easily..

  I didn't fight it back. How could I? How could I fight those urges any longer? How could I push it all back? I was feeling like I had snapped, lost all resistance and mastery over my own senses. I just wanted that.. That wild, senseless, breathless loving. That resistless kissing and touching, pushing and turning through the sheets.. That kind of worshiping. That kind of expressing. That kind of night.

  And it was him that brought it all out. I didn't regret it. I acted by my impulses around a vampire.. Around Christian. Trusting myself with this.. Trusting him with this. Wanting nobody but him for this.

  Just the way his eyes roamed over my body, my face, the desperation mixed with confidence, swirled with lust and loss of resistance.. It was all I needed in that moment. It proved his words right. And I didn't want him to resist. I didn't want him to find control. I wanted him to own me completely and let me own him just as much.

  With a speed of the wind, he rushed towards me and effortlessly pushed me up against the wall.. My words triggered him beyond belief, dared him and released him to his highest. The smile of satisfaction on my face was clear as I pressed my head back against the wall to look at him more clearly.. Our faces inches away. I could see the lust in his eyes.. In those pitch black pearls, so effortlessly swirling with that desperation, desire that I knew I couldn't tame once it was released.

  His hands held mine against the wall in a way of trapping it, and I found some kind of pleasing by the way he could do that so effortlessly.. I wouldn't wish to move anyway..

  His eyes searched my face with speed I could not follow, scanning how my lips were stretched into a smile he once referred to as devilish, clearly reading every bit of emotion behind me eyes. His breaths seemed somewhat heavy, yet when he spoke, his voice was just as cold, as deep as before.

  "You're daring me," He said slowly, almost mechanically, like he wasn't even following his own words. "challenging me, Lana.. Every single damn day." The lean he preformed towards the side of my face sent immediate chills down my spine, fading away the smile off my face. "It's a risky game you're playing." I closed my eyes for a quick second, feeling him slightly move away.

  I watched how he scanned every inch of my face, and I was ready to drown in the attention his eyes gave me. I loved it. A very turn towards his face was enough for me to feel his warm breath right at the side of my lips, slightly parted and eagerly waiting for some response.

  "Then play it with me." Was all I said, mumbling against his lips to tempt him a slight bit more, before I moved my head back and against the wall.

  And that was it. Enough for him to sent one last eager look from my eyes to my lips before his lips pressed over mine within a second, once again in a way of getting a final release, like simple air I needed to fill my lungs, losing myself in him once more. So quick and unfinished, I let him once again be the very drug to my soul, and I loved every second of it.

  He slid his hands off my wrists, somewhat releasing me yet still gliding them over my bare waist as he simply pulled on my shorts. It was almost effortless, somewhat struggling over the curve of my hips and my butt, but with the way he moved his lips right down my chin, my neck, he pulled it off right away, perhaps ripping them a bit too.

  My lips slightly parted and my eyes went shut the very same second he kissed that sweet spot on my neck, giving him full freedom to roam his hands over my bare skin and nothing but the black lacy lingerie.

  At that point, it only seemed like instincts were followed, kisses returned and complete loss of senses in each other. I understood what your own cravings, lust could make you do at moments like that as for I seemed eager to rip his clothes off, but perhaps I found so control and only pulled his shirt over his head for only a second before his lips eagerly pressed back over mine.

  The silence was filled with our deep breaths, somewhat still struggling with our own lack of resistance, yet the more we took from each other, the more we craved. I let my own strength take over my reflexes, and after a few minutes of pleasurable torture, I pulled my wrists away from him, somewhat separating from the kiss as my hands went right over his chest. A step or two were enough for me to break from the trap he had over me and move off the wall.

  Having more space now, I continued playing that game that he returned with yearning that was matching mine, wildness and lust that either of us let slip out of control. He kept his hands over my waist, so eagerly over the lines of my panties, distracting himself from the kiss that started quickly cutting off, our lips brushing and touching between the breaths that we both inhaled.

  His chest was firm underneath my hands, hard outlines muscles and skin that was smooth and perfect against my fingers.. The muscles on his stomach were deep and perfectly as I ran my hands down and towards his pants. I seemed to slowly undo them with hands that itched and shook for more. There was still too much clothes, even though that didn't seem to stop us the previous night.

  I couldn't help but do the same thing he did that seemed to give him so much delight, tracing my lips on the side of his, very slightly over his jawline.. I reached his ear, but before I could even open my mouth to say something, the feel of his hand right over the back of my bra, undoing it so effortlessly, with a simple pull, had me release a sharp breath and stay still.

  With my lips slightly pressed against the side of his face, suddenly slowing things down, feeling how he held me tightly over my waist, kept me close to himself for a second or two as I still had my hands over his pants, feeling how that lust seemed to had exploded inside me, leaving me nothing but desperate, lost in him..

  I moved my head very slightly to the side, looking up at him and seeing those dark eyes look right back at mine.. His expression seemed subtle, distracted in a way, searching my eyes, my face, my neck.. I felt his hand move over the strap of my bra and pull it down slightly, the other one as well, and letting it slip over my arms, falling to the floor.

  I don't know why or how we seemed to slow down, looking at each other in a way that described every little emotion that went through us.. Our breaths slowed down as we let the sound of our rapid heartbeats fill the silence..

  I pressed my hand over his chest, looking down at his body the same way he did at mine.. One step, one push.. It was all it took for him to take a step back as well, and let me push him down on the bed, moving my hand over his shoulder as he sat down.

  My hands went over his soft hair, somewhat messing it up as I ran my fingers through it slowly, the very same second he looked up at me. And not for even a moment I felt wrong.. Guilty. No, I loved every second of it. The teasing and the games seemed to excite me even more, the way he let his eyes roam over every single inch of my body as I was standing in front of him seemed to send all kinds of tingles and tremors underneath my skin.

  It seemed like an instinct. His one hand came right over the side of my leg, slowly and gently, tracing his fingers over my skin and seeming so distracted with the view of me being right there in from of me.. It was almost as if he was exploring my skin, running his fingers up my hip and wrapping them right at the lacy material of my panties.

  My breath cut, my eyes closed for a second when he pulled down, over my thighs and down to the wooden floor. I was there, standing skin naked in front of the man that I once considered my enemy, yet was now putting all my faith, desires, and caring right in him.

  I couldn't help the way my heart skipped a hollow beat when he scanned me like a wild animal, with calmed stares that seemed to be masking some kind of a mad lust we both could relate to. I had no clue how we slowed it down.. Perhaps the picture of exposing each other in the rawest ways possible was what created some closeness between the two of us. Some craving and bond that we couldn't say no to.

  "God, Lana," The rasp in his voice had me faint.. Weak under his touch. He ran his hands so slowly over the back of my legs, up my behind as he continued to trace my skin over my waist, leaning closer.. The feel of his breath near my stomach caused chills down my spine, some kind of a warm melting in my chest. The groan that escaped him while roaming his hands from behind had me lost. "Fucking beautiful,"

  I almost dropped to my knees when he pressed his lips over the dipped line in the middle of my stomach, then over the side, moving away slightly enough to only brush his lips right at the side of my leg, so effortlessly having me so willing and helpless underneath his simple touch.

  Impulses.. Only instincts when it came to the two of us. There was subtlety one second, craze and wildness the next. Just like a weightless doll, with that vampire speed of his that I could never follow, he had me pulled and flipped within a second, finding myself on my stomach on the mattress.

  I only pushed on my knees and arched my back, looking back at him as a smile stretched my lips the very same second I saw him now being the one to stand from behind. The way he scanned my body was a picture I wanted to remember, the way he moved his hand over the inside of my thigh, running his fingers over my slit in a tease was a feeling that had me compelled.. Lost and fascinated by the effect he had on me, letting the smile fade off my face and nothing but desperation and need take over.

  "So wet for me," The words escaped him almost too quietly, in a raspy tone that had me push back with that eagerness, feeling how he pressed his hand over my butt and preformed a quick spank that almost had me lost in pure ecstasy, and we hadn't even started yet.

  I loved the domination his moves held in such moments, running both his hands over my legs and pulling me effortlessly closer to him. He quickly traced his enchanting touches over the curves and dips, over my waist and leaned closer, having me surprised and almost pushed over the edge when slid his shaft over my entering and plugged into me.

  My lips parted, letting out that heavy sharp breath escape me in delight, my eyes closing and my fingers tightening around the sheet. He gave me a second or two to adjust before entering me completely.. And dear lord, I forgot how good he felt inside me.. How easily he filled me up and had me almost already drowning in pleasure by that simple move.

  Running his one hand over my back and in my hair, he intertwined his fingers with it and leaned closer from behind, increasing his rhythm and already having me at the edge of that release. I turned my head enough just to feel his breath near my face, a low groan escaping him when he pressed his lips slightly over the side of my face.

  "So perfect and tight, baby," I looked at him with clear desperation in my eyes, trapping my lips between my teeth at the sound of his voice, the registry of his words, completely mind-blowing to me. With furrowed brows and seriousness he searched my face for a second, and at that point I had shut off, only focused on the pleasure that was building inside me with every thrust of his. "Christ, Lana, you're too much,"

  His words were muted in my head, I just knew that he had pressed his lips so eagerly over mine, increased his rhythm and had something snap inside me. The pleasure that was boiling inside me seemed to explode so effortlessly, like I could not fight back anymore, having me completely lost in that moment..

  I knew he saw it, felt it, because he only gave me more, quicker and deeper, having me break the kiss with the moans that escaped me, look him in the eyes for a second, before I was left faint against that pleasure.. It came in such amount I could almost not handle, almost too much.. Almost. My body went faint, weak, and my senses were lost along the silence, replaced by my own breaths, my own moans and pleads that were muted in my ears as I slid over the mattress, unable to hold myself on my elbows anymore.

  I came to pieces, melting and letting him see and feel every little drop of pleasure that came over me, pressing my face against the sheets and somewhat pushing back to him for a second.. The speed and deepness in his moves had delayed that moment of ecstasy, and the way he stopped deep inside me only showed how much my legs trembled.

  My mind was blank at that point.. All I knew was that he had pulled out and I just let my knees give up on me. God, he was unbelievable.. I couldn't- I couldn't make out a single thought.. Oh he- he was too good. Too damn good.

  The way he held me by the dip of my spine told me he had leaned over me, the way he had gripped the side of my ass in some kind of roughness yet pressed his lips at the middle of my back with gentleness that soothed me, left me feeling completely worshiped, cherished and adored in that moment.

  He left a trail of faint kisses up my back until he reached my shoulder, giving me the time to take a hold of myself, to come back to some reality that that pleasure had taken away from me only a minute ago. The feeling of his fingers over my hair slowly seemed to have that calming effect on me, like it was a waking call from that frenzy of desires that my mind had drowned in.

   "Flip over, princess," His voice echoed in my mind, the thoughts still very much blurred and faded, but the feel of his hand over my hip made me slightly lift myself up from basically laying flat on my stomach.. It was insanity how easily he could give me pleasure. Unreal.

  Perhaps it was the plain thought of him in those lusty moments that seemed to push me off the edge so easily, and of course the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing, how much he was giving and how much he was taking.. Either way, I felt like I would only beg and cry for more if he just stopped there.

  As I somewhat sat up, the feel of his hand over my chin, directing me to look at him had me compelled. I found myself staring back at those pitch dark eyes that searched mine with unbelievable intensity, amazing fascination that was easily reflected back in mine. My breaths still seemed heavier..

  The gentle caress he preformed over my cheek with his thumb, turned into this light grip over my jaw in a way of pulling my closer just a bit, just so he would leave a kiss or two on my lips.. And I was still so lost that I barely returned them.

  A slight push from me was enough to have him on his back, leaning over him with the thought of wanting to give him just as much pleasure, still lost in my own acts as I sat on top of him with the feel of his hands instantly moving over my hips.. I wished for control even though I knew I had a weakness for him and that I would only end up lost in pleasure again, but I just wanted to give some heat to that.. That little game we had going on.. One after another, with no intention for any close end.

  I flipped my hair to one side while leaning down on him, watching how his gaze was focused on my body on top of him, his heart having a steady rhythm as I ran my hands up his chest and lowered my face near his.. He had that same desire in his eyes, keeping his concentration on my lips the very same second I stopped inches away from his face, making him look me in the eyes to read what I had on my mind..

  Him. That's all it was. That's all I had on my mind. To get that worship and ardor that we both craved so badly.. So strongly. It was unexplainable.. Not when it came to the two of us.. It was more than desperation, more than just a craze. It was senselessness, loss of our minds whenever we were close.. It was madness and full sanity mixing together.. It was unreal.

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  Christian's POV

  How could I- how could I ever have enough when it came to her? How could I let go so easily when she was a bigger craving, bigger addiction than anything I ever had to go through.. How could I let go when she was a damn masterpiece perfectly sculpted on my bed, daring me to adore her..

No, there was no resistance. And perhaps it had been hours for all I knew, worth taking in and letting every little picture of her get deeply absorbed in my mind.. Every memory of the time we spent in the bedroom to stay carved in my head. I wanted her, I got her. I had her, yet I only craved more of her.. It wasn't exactly easy to find the answer to my question.. The answer to the wondering of what this girl was doing to me.. So easily and effortlessly. Surely and strongly.

I took a shower after her, went in my closet and got dressed, walking out only 5 minutes later to see her sitting on the bed with glass of wine, only holding it as she stared down, playing with her fingers, while a few strands of her slightly wet hair fell over her face. It seemed like such a soothing picture of her sitting on my bed in a plain white over sized shirt, large wild eyes that met mine and unkempt messy hair that seemed like a dark contrast of her pail skin. Her lips were almost as red as the wine she was holding.

  Slowly walking towards her, she tried making out a faint smile. "Found your wine collection." I watched her hand me the glass, even though there was an empty one right on the nightstand beside her. "And turns out, I'm not exactly the wine lover." Ouch. I had all the finest wines.

  I took the glass. And she picked one of the best ones I owned. It was the 1974 on. I took a sip. "Hey, this one's my favorite." And all she had as response was a wide smile.. Still, she seemed almost distracted in a way.. It was too quiet for Lana to return without some kind of an objection. I watched how her smile faded away, making me put down the glass and sit beside you. "Lana," She looked back at me, finally turning her gaze away from her clasped hands. "You alright?"

  She seemed to snap out of whatever was going through her head before she ran a hand through her hair and glanced back at me. "Yea, I'm- I'm really good actually, and see-" She cut herself off, biting the side of her lips just like every other time she was searching for the right words. "That's the thing. It was good, Christian. Too good. And we both know that we'll give in again," I listened, knowing where this was going, yet still wanting to hear out what she had on her mind. "Who are we lying to saying that we won't?"

  Her voice was raspy, faint almost.. She was right. But I didn't want her to underestimate what I was capable of doing when it came to something I wanted.. Something I considered mine. "Well, we may have lied to ourselves before, but some things are not up to us, you know," My hand reached towards her face without me even realizing it, so eager to touch her.. My excuse was the short strand of hair that was was falling over the side of her face.

  I was marveling at the sound of her voice.. The feel of her skin. "Yes, but what if they find out? You know what that means, Christian,-" I pressed my hand against the side of her face, unconsciously shushing her as a way of interrupting her.

  War. If they found out it would mean war. And Dimitri as the king wouldn't start it, I knew that, but her father would. And our people would have defend. "They won't. I wouldn't do anything that would bring any harm to you, princess," Those wide blue eyes stared back at mine, swirling with curious emerald in a way of questioning yet trusting. "You know that, right?"

  She seemed to so effortlessly give into my touch.. Her eyes closed for a second.. I ran my knuckles over my skin. Silk. "I do. I do, Christian, I just-" She seemed eager to snap out of her emotions and focus on this conversation, but I continued instead of her.

  "-Just trust me." I saw that softening in her eyes.. And no, I was not playing any games when it came to her. I couldn't lie to her even if I wanted to. I meant every word I said. I did. Pressing her hand over mine that was on the side of her face, she pulled it down slightly, nodding her head as she looked back at me. "I promise you, Lana. They won't find out."

  And the very second I said those words, a loud click was heard from downstairs. Perhaps not so loud, but both of us heard it clearly, and with everything that had happened, a slight crunching could trigger the paranoia in both of us.

  I looked towards the door and so did she. Another one was heard. I looked at her as she looked bad. Okay, so I wasn't hallucinating, she was hearing that too. She furrowed her brows in confusion. "You heard that, right?" I only brought up my index finger up to my lips to tell her to stay quiet as I stood up.

  What now? What the hell was it now? More problems? I could barely handle the ones I was dealing with. And chasing around with a ghost Adam was not something I had on my list, nor was planning on adding. I looked back at her as I walked towards the door, seeing that she had already stood up as well.. And Christ, I understood her, but I couldn't let anything happen to her.

  I gestured for her to wait - a definite underestimating act to Lana's stubbornness.. But if there was actually someone in the house, with everything we  had going on, I didn't need her involved as well..

  She rolled her eyes at me, crossed her arms and stopped. Thankfully, she let me be, or so it was what I liked to think in that moment.. However, I should've known better than trusting that she would stay put, the minute I took a step out of the door to go check who was downstairs. 

  Two werewolf packs trying to find our track, that half-dead psychopath Adam, or it could've been just Calliope finally returning with her joo joo book. I couldn't trust my instincts with any of those.. And I was seriously starting to get bored of all the attacks. It was time for them all to learn their damn place, and quit pissing me off, because in that moment, they did not want to get me angry.

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  Well well! Who might that be ;) More details in the next chap babes! Kisses, :*