Nico's POV:

"Nico," Khloe whined breathlessly from underneath me, the hand she had knotted in my hair tightening as I lightly nipped at her pulse point.

I had been waiting very patiently all day for Khloe to let me kiss her again, so I already decided that once she did, we were going to have some fun.

So as soon as she had changed into her pajamas, hopped herself onto our bed, and finally said yes to me, I took full advantage of that.

She turned her head upwards, exposing more of her neck to me in a silent plea for me to keep going.

Like I had any intention of stopping in the first place.

I traced my hands down her svelte figure, her legs bending at the knees on either side of me while I kissed slow trails across her clavicle.

I then made my way up her neck, landing on that one specific spot below her jaw that always made her squirm.

It was impressive how quickly her insecurities and nervousness seemed to just wash away once I had her in my arms or had my lips on her body and how her bold yet submissive nature seemed to come out.

Although, One wrong move on my part and her nerves would snap back to her and I'd have to coax her back into relaxation

It was a delicate process, one that I'll admit that I wasn't a master of yet, but I was getting there.

It made me wonder what kind of girl she would be if her circumstances would have been different.

From what I understand, her anxiety sprouted when she was forced into captivity and the horrendous acts she had to witness before that.

If any of that never happened then what would she be like now?

If I had to guess, judging from her recent intrepid nature, that had to be a part of her personality that got suppressed over the years.

Had none of it ever happened then her stunning looks mixed with that confident and adventurous nature would be every human teenage boy's wet dream come true.

Teenage boys that would only think with their dicks and only ever give a shit about the physical side of her, given if she ever gave them the time of day.

Which she might have even if she didn't want to.

I had the feeling that whether her past happened to her or not, she would still struggle with saying no to people.

She wanted to please other people more than she cared for her own wants.

And I'm sure many human boys would love nothing more than to take advantage of that.

A small growl rumbled low in my throat, the thought admittedly angering me.

Khloe tensed a bit in confusion, but only for a moment before I leaned up and captured her lips, earning one of her short surprised gasps.

She relaxed again very soon after, the hand that was grasping at my bicep sliding up to join the other one in roughly running through my hair.

A small groan escaped me.

God, why did that feel so good?

The growl melted into a purr as the seconds passed, my hands skimming down her sides to sneak under her the loose tanktop she wore.

She arched into me with a small whimper as I explored the insanely warm and soft skin of her stomach and back, feeling the small curve from her waist to her hips

I swallowed one of her timid sounding moans, responding with one of my own.

Everything about this girl was absolutely perfect.

How the hell did I get this lucky?

I hooked an arm around her nearly completely healed back, holding her tight against my body.

I knew how much she liked feeling the vibrations in my chest, and how much I liked feeling her against me in general.

It was a win-win.

Well, practically everything was a win-win when I was with her.

I stayed true to the boundaries I had set myself weeks ago. The boundaries that were basically her undergarments themselves.

I didn't want to push my luck, nor make her uncomfortable in any way, so I just didn't try anything.

No matter how difficult she was making it, I regained that control.

Vampires desires were a bit different from humans, but that didn't change anything.

Even the fact that I could currently smell the sweet scent of her arousal didn't change anything.

Khloe hooked one of her arms around my neck, apparently more than happy to hold herself against me so that both of my hands were free to do as they pleased.

And then the breath completely stopped in my throat when her hips subconsciously rolled against mine.

Holy shit.

The only reason I knew it was a subconscious action was because if she knew that she had done it, I would be practically feeling the heat from her embarrassment this close to her face.

For a girl basically radiated that pure innocence, she really surprised me sometimes.

And I was more than happy to go with the flow.

Although I couldn't exactly repeat her action, despite how much my entire body wanted to, I knew that she might freeze up and back out.

Which was exactly what I was trying to avoid.

She only just barely let me explore under her shirt with no sense of nervousness from her.

I felt like she trusted me enough to know that I was never going to intentionally cross her boundaries, or whenever I did, to go back and try a couple more things while reading her reactions before trying again.

Like I said, it was a delicate process, and even though I was still getting the hang of it, I knew that that was not a line I would be crossing tonight.

So instead, I settled with setting my hands on the back of her thighs, noticing something different right away.

Granted, I probably should have noticed the direct soft press of her thighs against me earlier, but the sweatpants she has always slept in ever since I got them were not on her body.

Instead, according to what I could feel, was a very short and very soft pair of shorts.

I don't remember getting her these.

I ran my fingertips up her bare legs, a smile raising on my lips.

Which only meant that she ordered them herself.

Just the thought of that made my purr intensify.

Keep it in your pants, Nico. I mentally scolded myself.

"These are new," I spoke lowly, lightly tugging on one of the sleeves of the shorts.

Her breaths were heavy as she looked at me with foggy wide eyes, her fingers still in my hair.

"Yeah, I thought that I'd give them a try," She explained, looking as if she was still in a daze,"I was starting to get too hot in those sweatpants every night, so now I just use them for lounging around."

"Too hot?" I questioned with a laugh, "Khloe, you sleep next to me every night. I didn't think it was possible for you to be too hot."

"Well," she turned her head down a bit, glancing up at me shyly "I don't really notice the chill of your skin unless its direct skin on skin contact, so I figured if I wore these instead, it would be easier for me to warm you up and for you to cool me down."

The hand she held in my hair lifted and instead skimmed the line of my jaw, the warmth from her fingertips proving her point.

My purr radiated even deeper as I smiled, "I see."

"Do you like them?" she asked.

I turned my head, actually glancing at them fully for the first time, the loose black fabric bunching at the top of her legs given her current position, showing off the entirety of her pale legs.

I ran the hand that was already on her thigh to the bottom of her calf, partially hooking her leg around my hip as I teased her lips with mine as I spoke.

"I do."

Her brows rose at the sensual tone of my voice, which wasn't completely intentional.

A couple more seconds passed of us just breathing in the others air before she took the liberty of closing the space between us, her hand thankfully returning to my hair.

That passion between us started up again as if it never stopped.

She even took the liberty of hooking her other leg around me to join the first, pulling her hips closer to mine.

Which probably wasn't the best thing she could have done to help out my self-control but there was no way in hell I was going to stop her.

If she wanted to explore her sexuality through me then, by all means, I'm going to let her.

She may not realize it, but she's more in control of this situation than I am.

I placed one hand on the bed for support, hooking the other around her back and holding onto her shoulder, just wanting to hold her for a moment.

Then the little vixen ran her tongue across my bottom lip and I thought I might just die on the spot.

Her hand knotted in my hair as she opened her mouth just enough for me to snake my tongue past her lips, a mewl spilling from her own.

The taste of her lips alone was enough to leave me wanting more, but this was on a whole different level.

I craved her in every way I could imagine.

She was timid at first at reciprocating, but her courage grew with the seconds.

Her grip on me became almost desperate, her heart thumping rapidly against my chest.

She eventually collected enough nerve to explore my own mouth.

Although that action only lasted for a short moment before she pulled back and the sound of her giggle filled my ears.

I watched in partial confusion as her holds on me released and she fell fully onto the bed, still laughing.

Despite whatever just happened, I couldn't help but smile at just the sound of her laughter.

I placed my other hand beside her, caging her under me as she brought her fist to cover her mouth.

"What?" I questioned, laughing a bit myself at her actions.

Her icy eyes peered up at me through her partly controlled giggles.

I could tell that I wasn't going to get an answer for at least a couple more seconds so I took a moment to take this image in

Her fiery hair laid messily in the pillow, her cheeks flushed with just barely the hint of a dimple from her smile.

"I don't know," She began, still struggling to keeps her laughter at ease, "The thought of me cutting my tongue on your fang just seemed really funny to me."

My eyes went round for a moment before I too began snickering.

It had never really occurred to me before that that might be an issue.

"Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea. I think that would make the kiss more exciting." I teased, leaning closer to her.

She gasped at my words before her tittering continued, placing one of her hands on my chest.

I could tell that she wanted to say something in return but needed a little more time to regain her composure again.

Which was fine by me. This moment right here was one that I wanted to last.

My gaze softened as I watched her, my heart rejoicing at her happiness.

God, I love her.