Drystan pulled Melora's dress off quickly as he latched his mouth onto her left breast. He took his hand and began to roll her nipple back and forth. Already, she was a moaning mess.

He took his mouth off her breast long enough to lie back down. "Ride my face, Melora."

"W-what?" Melora's face flushed as she looked down at him.

"I want to taste you, my love," Drystan's voice went deeper. His eyes moved down to where her bare area was against his hard-on. "You told me that I could do whatever I wanted after I fucked you." His eyes moved back up to hers. "Do you remember that?"

Melora's eyes shone with excitement as she bit her lip and nodded. "Yes," she breathed out.

Drystan smirked as he squeezed her hips. "I want to taste you. I want you to sit on my face. That's what I want. I promise you won't hurt me if that's what you're worried about."

Melora nodded and hesitated for a split moment before began to move up Drystan's body and hovered over his face. She let out a low moan as Drystan ran the tip of his tongue through her. He wanted to be gentle with her, but he didn't know if he could. He loved the way that she tasted. She tasted sweet. Extremely sweet to him. Everything about her was perfect to him. He could taste her all day and never get tired of her taste.

"Fuck," Melora moaned. "Drystan." She gripped his hair as he started to get rougher.

He pulled her hips down so he could devour her pussy. He reached his hand around and rubbed his thumb over her clit. He shoved his tongue into her, swirling it around.

Melora's grip on his hair tightened as she started to rock her hips over him. "Drystan," she whimpered. "I'm about to come."

Drystan moved her off of him for a moment. "Come for me, my love. Let me taste you." His thumb started to move faster as he continued to devour her whole. Melora shook as a sigh came out of her. Drystan lapped at her until she was done before he flipped them over so he was now on top.

Melora started to pull at Drystan's clothing, trying to take them off. "Are you warm enough, Melora?" he chuckled.

Melora gave him a knowing smirk. "I'm still freezing."

Drystan chuckled as he bent down and ran his fangs over the sensitive skin of her neck. "I'll help warm you up, my love." He sat up quickly and took off his shirt, followed by his pants. He didn't waste any time shoving his cock into her. He gripped onto her thighs and push them up, driving deeper into her.

Melora gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "Fuck," she moaned loudly.

Drystan couldn't help looking up and down her body. His eyes stopped at her perfect breasts, bouncing up and down as he thrusted into her. "Damn, Princess." He pushed her thighs up further. "You're fucking beautiful."

He moved their position so she was now on her side. He gripped her left leg and knelt in between them. Drystan slammed into her once more making the bed jerk underneath them. "Touch yourself, Melora."

"W-what?" her voice was breathy as she looked up at him.

"Touch yourself," Drystan said again, this time as an order. He bent down, bending her body to his will, and touched her clit. He moved his fingers, making a loud cry out of her mouth. "Like this, Melora. I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to feel you come around my cock." He sat back up and continued to thrust in and out of her sex.

Melora slowly brought a hand down to her area and touched the exact spot where Drystan had just touched her. He groaned as he watched her fingers move just as he did on her clit.

"Fuck, Princess," he groaned. "That's perfect. Don't you dare stop. Don't you dare fucking stop!" He could feel his orgasm getting close with each thrust he made.

"Drystan," Melora moaned. "I'm close."

"I am too, my love. Don't stop moving those beautiful fingers of yours."

It was shortly after that they both finished. Drystan worked hard to control his body from collapsing onto her. He placed soft kisses down her body before stopping between her legs.

"Drystan," Melora panted. "I can't."

"You can," he hummed as he slowly pushed two fingers into her. "I live for your pleasure, my love. Your body speaks to me. I know you have more in you." His eyes snapped up to hers. "Let me show you what your body can handle, my love. I know what it wants. I know what you want." Drystan's eyes moved down to her pussy. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. He took his other hand and reached around her thigh, rubbing her clit.

Melora moaned loudly as her body started to move away from his touch. "Drystan," she groaned as she reached down and gripped his wrist. 

"Give me one more, Melora," Drystan pleaded. "I need to taste you one more time." He took a deep breath, relishing her scent. "You can give me one more, Melora. I can't get enough of your taste."

"Fuck, Drystan," Melora moaned loudly. 

"That's it, my love," Drystan growled. "Come for me, Melora." It took two more pumps of his fingers inside of her for her to combust again against him. He latched his mouth onto her pussy, lapping up her juices. He felt her fingers tangle themselves into his hair and pulled, causing a groan to come out of his mouth. 

Melora sighed as she started to come down from her high. Her fingers relaxed in his hair. Drystan sat up slowly and licked his lips. He slowly took his fingers out of her and placed them in his mouth, tasting her once again. 

"I'm tired now," Melora breathed out. 

Drystan chuckled as he laid down next to her, pulling the covers over both of them. "Go to sleep, my love. I'll wake you when it's time to get up."

Melora was quiet for a moment before she placed a hand on his chest, trailing her fingers over his scars. "It's going to hurt." She didn't say it as a question. She said it as a statement. That is what hurt Drystan's heart more. 

Drystan nodded slowly. "It will."

"Will it be quick?"

"I'm not sure, my love," he shrugged. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "I will be here for everything. Okay?"

Melora nodded. "Why di-" she trailed off as if she was scared to ask her question. 

"What is it, Melora?" He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He gently gripped her chin and raised her head to look at him. "Ask me your question."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before she took a deep breath. "Why didn't you tell me that the man that you were supposed to take me to was your father?"

Drystan clenched his teeth. He hated the reminder that he came from Alathic. He hated that that was the only reason that he was still alive and that he was turned. "I was never going to take you to him."

Melora shook her head as she sat up, pulling the covers around her shoulders. "You still never told me that he was your father. Why?"

Drystan ran a hand through his hair. "Because I don't want to remind myself that I came from him." He took a deep breath. "Do you remember me telling you about how I got these scars?"

Melora nodded. "You told me that it was a vampire that you were supposed to hunt."

Drystan nodded slowly. "Yes. What I didn't tell you was that he was the one who did this to me. I was supposed to hunt down my father and kill him. I wanted to." Drystan moved so he was now laying on his back. "I wasn't supposed to be here, Melora. Alathic took advantage of my mother when she was young and I was the result of it. My mother died giving birth to me and I grew up in an orphanage. We were trained to fight vampires because we had no family. Because no one would miss us if we didn't return."

Melora's mouth turned down. She looked as if she wanted to rebuttal that, but she kept her thoughts to herself. 

"I hadn't realized who I was hunting until I was face to face with him," Drystan carried on. "I felt a form pull toward him when I saw him. I still fought for my life, but he was much stronger than any of us. He destroyed my entire group until it was just me. I was his prisoner for two weeks until he finally let me go." He turned his head and looked at Melora. "My turning didn't take long. It was painful, yes, but it didn't last long. He dropped me in the middle of a dark forest, hungry for blood. Hungry for any nutrients that I could get sink my fangs into. But I refused to feast on a human." 

"Why?" Melora shifted closer to him and started to trace his scars once again. 

Drystan sighed. "I didn't want them to feel the pain that I went through. I didn't know at the time how to control myself. I didn't know that I could just feed without releasing my venom into anyone." He grabbed her hand, making her stop her movements. "I went weeks feasting on animals, becoming a hunter. I didn't see another human being or anyone like me for weeks, Melora. It wasn't until Carwel and his mate found me. They brought me back here and taught me how to control myself. How to be civilized." He took a deep breath and shakily let it out. "The same will be taught to you, Melora. I wish I could stop it. I wish that I could take all of your pain away, but I can't."

Melora reached with her other hand and cupped his cheek. She gave him a small smile. "I'll be like you."

"A monster."

"You know that I do not see you as a monster, Drystan," she snapped as she shook her head. 

Drystan shrugged as he sat up. "The whole world sees me as a monster, Melora. They will then see you as one."

"I don't care."