Content Warning: Sex scene

June, 2019

My heart faltered, and I realised she was talking to me before her emerald gaze flickered up at me.

"I thought you were going to sleep."

"I was... but I missed you too much," I confessed.

A knowing look flashed through her eyes, but it didn't take long for it to soften. She patted the bed. "Let's fix that."

I lingered in the hallway though, uncertain about going closer, not trusting my desire.

"We can just cuddle," she then added, seeming to read my mind.

Knowing the tiger wouldn't pounce first, I sauntered over to her and climbed into the bed. The moment I had laid down beside her though, her arm and leg draped over me, head snuggling into my chest.

"This is nice," she breathed. "This feel so... familiar and right. Even though I don't recall doing any of this with you."

I relaxed, overjoyed that she found just as much comfort in me, and that, despite her mind didn't remember us, her body did.

I pressed my lips to her hair, inhaling her scent.

Her fingers danced up and down my torso, drawing all sorts of absent-minded shapes.

My nose nuzzled into her head, continuing to breathe her in between planting kisses on her.

Her lips started to brush themselves along my jaw, causing my body to tense and ignite in so many ways.

My hand that had been sitting on her back started to creep down, tickling at the edge of her shirt and inching it upwards so that I could stroke her soft, ivory skin.

Her lips migrated their way to mine, slowly taking me in, before I deepened it with my tongue.

In one swift motion, she swung herself on top of me, hips straddling my waist.

In haste, my hands roamed further up the back of her shirt, tracing along her bare spine, devouring her naked flesh.

She pulled back, but I wouldn't have it. I kissed along her neck, her jaw, any part of her I could reach, needing more, taking more.

"Lukas," she moaned, breathless.

"Ollie," I whispered back just as desperately.

"Lukas," she then said more urgently, nudging me off her so that our gazes met.

"What's wrong?" Why are we stopping?

"This is the only restraint I will exercise with you, to tell you that if you keep going, I'm not going to stop you."

My brows furrowed as I tried to comprehend what she meant, especially when all my brain was screaming at me to entwine myself with her further.

"You said you wanted to take this slowly," she then added after realising I was too intoxicated by the smell and taste of her to follow her words. "But if we keep going... I will give in to however far you take me is all I'm saying. I won't stop you if you keep this up."

My grip started to loosen on her as my mind finally started to clear itself of the watermelon and hibiscus fog.

"I'm more than happy to just cuddle and go to sleep."

"Right... Of course." I removed my hands from beneath her shirt, expecting that to be it.

But then she rocked forward on me, her warm groin rubbing along my length and taking away sense for a moment. "Though don't think this is me saying that's my preference. I'd love nothing more than to have my wicked, wicked way with you." She grinned, as if she were joking. Though that the lust that lingered in gleam was unavoidable.

So much so, I ended up whispering back, "How wicked?"

"Kiss me again and you'll find out." She cocked an eyebrow challengingly.

I was glad she was leaving this up to me. But the reality was I was gone the moment I caved to booking this penthouse. Having her in such close proximity, so eager to bind herself to me, there was no chance of me resisting her unless she said no.

Which was why I hooked a hand behind her head and yanked her mouth back on to mine.

True to her word though, she followed my lead. In our ironic mirroring of the past, she let me test my own boundaries of comfort with her. She let me decide what I wanted or needed.

But I needed a lot.

Our tongues entwined.

Our bodies merged.

Our fingers knotted in each other's hair in a desperate attempt to pull each other even closer, as if we could become one.

Eventually she broke away from the kiss again, but my mouth started ravaging its way down her neck, across her collarbone, then back up her neck again, all the while my hands started to tug her shirt up.

"Oh Lukas," she moaned as I pressed my hips into her, breaking my mouth's contact with her skin for a moment to slip her shirt over her head.

Though once it was gone, I flipped her onto her back and continued to glide my lips over her skin.

My tongue wound its way around her nipple until they went stiff with delight.

Her body arched under my touch, sighs of delight escaping along the way.

Then eventually her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt, pausing to seek permission.

I barely paused to nod and let her yank it off, quickly returning to pampering kisses over her flushing skin.

As I made my way back up to her mouth, my hand trailed down her navel to the hem of her pants.

She grinned at me, eyes glossing over in desire before she reached down and shoved my hand underneath her underwear.

My fingers were quick to glide down, rubbing as she writhed in my grips. And when she begged and pleaded for more, I slipped a finger into her wet warmth.

"Lukas," she strained, nails digging into my back as I brought her to ecstasy.

I repeated it, multiple times, until eventually her hand drifted down, clutching my wrist, her head shaking.

"It's your turn," she insisted.

"I'm having plenty of fun like this," I responded, pressing my lips along her neck again, relishing in the feel of her pulsing veins vibrating against my mouth, all the while slipping my hand out of her pants as she requested.

"But I need more. I need you."

I moved back to look her in the eyes, hand stroking her sweaty locks out of the way before I said, "You have me."

Her hand cupped my cheek, the lust disappearing for a second and replacing it with pure affection. "I do. How lucky am I?"

I smiled before playfully nibbling at her hand—though not biting to break skin off course.

Yet she frowned, clouds rolling in, taking away her previous joy.

"What's wrong?"

"I just... wish you could do that for real."

I paused, wondering if I was reading it wrong.

"Bite me," she then added.

"Why?" I pressed, unable to understand her statement. "I have pills."

She rolled her eyes. "Not for the purpose of being your blood bank... But because I want you like that."

"I don't... I don't need that."

"I know you don't. But I'm sure you want it?"

I didn't respond.

"I do," she then mumbled, the mood between us starting to disappear in the silence.

"Why?" I whispered after a while.

"Seriously?"

I shrugged.

"Because it feels fucking amazing? Because it feels like my body has turned to liquid? Because it makes you feel the same? Because I want to tie myself to you in every way possible, and I want us to please each other in every way possible."

But I still had nothing to say, lacking the ability to fully believe her words.

"... Don't you miss it?"

"Blood?"

She wobbled her head. "Or, rather... my blood?"

"I... wouldn't know."

"Are you saying you—"

"Never tried? No." I rolled off her onto my back, feeling the excitement evaporate from my body.

But she wasn't having it.

I was cold for only seconds before her breasts pressed against my chest and her legs entwined themselves with mine, her gaze glancing up at me as she laid herself over me. "Why not?" she asked.

"Because... we never reached that point."

Her eyes widened. "Are you saying you and I never had sex?"

I barked a laugh. "Are blood drinking and sex linked for you?"

"When it's with a vampire... I assumed that was normal?"

I felt a crease form on my head as I tried not to think about who she was referring to regarding who created that normal. Head turning away as I didn't want to show her my festering jealousy, I mumbled, "Not with us."

"So we did have sex then?"

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Once. But we did other things."

"Which is why you know exactly what I like," she purred, tugging a slight smile out of me.

But I still didn't have anything to say.

Leading to her prying further. "Surely you miss Terra Fairy blood though?"

"Nope."

"No?"

"Can't miss what you've never tried."

"Is drinking during sex a turn off for you?"

"No."

"Then did you never reach that stage with Emma?"

I finally glanced at her, eyebrow cocked at the fact she brought up an ex's name.

Though she blinked at me, unfazed... unlike how I was earlier.

"She..." I found myself slowly admitting as I fell deep into Olivia's earnest, curious, and open green gaze, "Never wanted that."

"Why?"

"She didn't... want that part of me."

"What?" she exclaimed, sitting up suddenly.

I followed, also shifting myself to a seated position. "Why are you so—"

"What do you mean she didn't want that part? As in the vampire part?"

I shrugged, gaze dropping from her furious one. "Terra Fairies and Vampires are enemies. And once a week she was being bitten by a Made, so—"

"Firstly, we're not enemies. We've simply clashed, and we're designed to tone down your chaos. And of all vampires, you're the least of a threat."

"Am I now?"

"I've never met someone as wary as you about using your powers. You always hesitate about the morality of everything. You're hardly an enemy or a threat. Just because someone is a vampire, doesn't mean they're a bad person. We don't write off a whole group of people because a few of them did bad things."

I didn't have anything to say back.

And that seemed to bother Olivia. "Next time I see her I'm going to—"

"Tell her you quizzed me about our sex life?" I mumbled.

Her hand touched my chin, nudging my face upwards until our eyes met. Voice soft, she replied with, "No. Scold her for shaming you."

"She didn't—"

"She made you feel like a part of you wasn't worth desiring... worth loving. And that's not okay with me. You've spent too much of your life hating the parts of yourself. Both your witch and vampire mutations are beautiful. I adore you just as you are. And neither of them are bad. Neither of them cause harm."

My heart softened as I fell into her swirling stare. "Good thing you're the one I'm with now then."

"I'm regretting less and less showing up and tearing you two apart. Seems she really had blood in her shoes. Though clearly not because a vampire bit her."

I smirked.

And she responded by pressing her lips back to mine. "Sorry I killed the mood. I merely wanted to say I wanted you to bite the shit out of me."

"The shit?"

"Not literally. Figuratively. I wanted you to make my blood feel like it had turned to lava because of your bite."

"Hmm..." I said, pressing her back into the bed. Her hair splayed out like a curtain of copper as I climbed over her. "I may not be able to bite you, but there are certainly other ways I can make you feel pleasure."

"And what might that be?" She cocked an eyebrow, but a coy smile was quickly spreading across her face.

So I gripped her pants and started gliding them down.

All the while she giggled.

And then I hooked my thumbs on the edge of her underwear, pressing my lips over her stomach as I inched them down bit by bit, teasing. Lips brushing lower. Tongue tracing circles.

She moaned again.

And then my mouth covered her, tongue slowly dragging over nub before picking up the pace.

"Lukas," she hissed before knotting her hands in my hair.

I continued like that for a while, her hands pulling at me as I brought her up and over. Until she was tugging me upwards with as much strength possible so that our mouths were colliding again.

"Please give me more already," she begged.

"But I'm having fun like this."

"This feels like torture."

"Are you not satisfied?"

"Not completely."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd be more satisfied to feel you in me... and to see you climaxing along with me."

I groaned, burying myself in her neck as something in me still seemed to hold me back.

Her fingers tickled their way down my spine, and she breathed, "If you don't want to though, we don't have to."

"I want to," I mumbled into her skin, wondering if she could hear me given how muffled I was.

Though she was quick to say, "But?"

I shifted back. Yet, when I couldn't find the words to describe the knot in my stomach, all I gave her was a shrug in response.

But she seemed to understand. She always understood. Which was why a smile softened her face as she reassuringly stroked my face. "Mind if I take the lead for a while?"

I nodded, conceding as her hand pushed me off her and onto my back.

However, she didn't climb on top of me.

Instead, she reached over and flicked off the light.

"What are you—" I started to ask.

But then she rounded the bed and slowly started running her hands up my legs. "Close your eyes and just feel, Lukas."

I complied with her wishes, relishing in her touch that rubbed up and down my thighs. And just as I felt relaxed with the repeated momentum, one of the hands stopped. Trailing its way inward, it then started to rub over my bulge.

My fingers gripped at the sheets, and just as I went to bite my lip to stop a moan, her mouth covered mine, her warm, wet, tongue enveloping me.

I focussed on the sensations of bliss radiating my body as she continued to stroke me to breaking point. But before I could climax, her hands stopped rubbing and instead started to hook themselves around my pants.

Keeping my eyes shut as she had commanded, her lips started to trail over me, peppering me in kisses just as I had done to her earlier.

Though as she started to head towards my cock, my eyes flew open. Grabbing her arm, I tugged her back up, forcing her mouth back on mine.

Yet she didn't take it as a rejection.

Instead, she lowered her hips down over me, nothing separating us anymore as her warm wetness covered my pulsing member.

"Ollie," I moaned into her mouth, wanting to flip her onto her back and ravage her and also shove her off me and stop this at the same time.

"Shh," she whispered back, slowing down the kiss, but still going just as deeply with her tongue.

Her hips started to rock and she glided up and down my length.

My hands released the sheets and instead gripped at her waist, helping her move back and forth as I pressed myself harder against her.

And after a while of that, she then shifted upwards, hand grabbing my shaft as she lined me up to her opening.

"Last step is on you," she said.

But she didn't have to say anymore. I was already lost in the sensations of her. My hands slid around her waist, grabbing onto her butt as I slowly lowered her down onto me.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, head snapping upwards to the ceiling as she took my full length.

I pulled her up and lowered her onto me again, this time a little faster, and she hissed in delight before her eyes opened and searched for me in the darkness.

Unable to withstand it any longer, still joined together, I rolled her onto the mattress so that she was underneath me. I gave her one more slow thrust before I reached out and flickered the light on.

Her eyes slowly blinked at the sudden brightness, but once her pupils had adjusted, her gaze sought me out and a slight smile appeared. "Hey, handsome," she said before caressing my cheek. "You didn't have to put the light on."

"I know," I breathed, slowly rocking myself in and out of her now. "I just wanted to see you better."

"You can see fine in the darkness."

"You can't though. And I don't want the lights off as if I'm trying to pretend it's not you... I want to know it's you."

"I know. I never thought that's what we are doing. How are you holding up, though?"

I nodded before leaning into her neck and planting a few open-mouthed kisses along her flesh. "Much better now. Thank you."

"Oh, no," she growled. "Thank you." Her hands raked over my back, not stopping until she squeezed at my buttocks.

The sudden groping had my eyebrows raise and I shifted back to glance at her.

She winked at me then purred, "Now fuck me like you mean it."

This time though, I completely pulled out of her.

She barely had time to pout.

Flicking one hand out, I summoned the free-standing mirror from the corner closer to us, releasing it from my magical pull once it was stationed by the bed. Then I spun her onto her hands and knees and thrust into her before she could say a word.

Our eyes locked in the reflection, and she grinned at me. "That's the best you've got?"

"You challenging me, Olivia?"

"You bet." She licked her lips. "Make my legs turn to jelly so that you have to carry me to the shower after."

"Okay... but you asked for it."

And I slammed into her again.

She heaved a grunt of delight, eyes closing for a moment from the impact. But she glanced at me as I paused, ready to taunt again.

Though I didn't let her get the chance.

I thrusted into her again.

And then again.

And soon our bodies were slamming into each other with force, her moans echoing all around our room and filling my ears with delight. Our skin slapped as we collided with each thrust. And she gave herself completely over to me, relying on me to hold her against me. Relying on me to make sure she didn't fall apart. Just like she used to.

Her eyes flickered open and closed several times, unable to fixate anywhere as she climaxed several times over, tightening around me, pulsing, squirting delight over my shaft and the sheets. And every time I almost came, I slowed myself down to steady the tension.

It was just enough time for us to both catch our breaths. But I didn't let her get enough of a reprieve that she could say anything else to me.

Hands gripping onto her small frame, I pulled her tight up against me again and again, watching as her body bounced with every pounding. Her breasts jostled with every move; her head remained taut, leaning into me for support; her mouth was constantly agape, sometimes screaming loud cries of pleasure and often times running out of steam as she heaved her silent sobs of ecstasy.

It was perfect. Better than the last time were were joined like this. I just only wished I could feel her pleasure as I rode us to our last climax, heaving my own final grunts of relief as I spilled into her tightness.

She panted for air as we came down. Eventually the aftershock pulses died off and I stilled in my thrusts. Her tense body sighed into my hold, limp and languid.

And then she sighed, "Lukas," before leaning forward and slowly pulling herself off from me.

Thick white liquid oozed out of her, and I quickly reached for a tissue to wipe her clean.

Though I barely managed to mop it all up before she was mounting herself on top of me again, legs straddling my waist. "Take me to the shower," she whispered.

And I compiled. Arms wrapping around her, I hoisted her up and carried her into the ensuite, running the shower until the water turned warm. Then I stepped us under the stream.

She clung to me, like we were one. I nuzzled into her while she clutched at me, water finding its way over our flesh as we tried to hold the other closer than possible. And as if she could read my thoughts, she breathed, "I'm not ever letting you go again."

"You can't promise me that," I mumbled back, already feeling that knot of doubt starting to creep in again and ruin my contentment.

"Maybe physically. As much as I don't mind watching you poop, I'd rather you not be around when I do."

A deep laugh erupted from me at her comment.

Though she barely dwelled on the humour, becoming serious once again. "But metaphorically, I won't. I'm so glad we still are like this even though I messed everything up."

"You didn't mess everything up."

"But we aren't bonded anymore."

I had nothing to say back to that. Because what could I say? We weren't. And we'd never be again.

Though she wasn't thinking along the same wavelengths. "I'll fix it," she determined.

"How? It's impossible to—"

"It's impossible to have feelings after a bond breaks. And the dead should stay dead. Yet here you and I are. And apparently you can bring people back to life. So I'm prepared to believe in the impossible. There must be some spell or charm... something to fix us."

"If there is a spell, it would be steeped in dark magic. What if it requires a significant sacrifice?"

She pulled back to look me in the eyes before she vowed, "I'd move planets for you, Lukas. I'd sacrifice anyone or anything for you. For us."

"Why do you want it back so desperately?"

"So that you can feel my earnestness when I tell you that I'm not going anywhere again."

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The curtains were drawn, but I could tell dawn had broken outside. Light illuminated the fabric covering the windows, and a heavy heat logged my body to the bed, despite the aircon groaning in the background. I took stock of my surroundings, taking a moment to remember where I was.

Rome. The penthouse. And... Ollie.

Her body was still wrapped around mine, as it had spent most of last night doing—except when I insisted on her needing to let me go so that I could dry her. Though the moment I turned to hang the towel, her arms laced around my waist again.

This morning was no different.

Our legs were a tangled mess. If I tried to get up, I'd be sure to wake her with the movement required to separate us.

Her head rested on my chest, left arm draped over me as it twitched while she slumbered away.

Despite the tiredness begging me to close my eyes again, I took a moment to take her in. Eyes wandering over her, I reached down to pull the blanket up over her bare back. I let my eyes trace over the familiar winged tattoo gracing her ivory skin. My gaze caressed her worryless face. Her long lashes concealed the enchanting emerald I adored so much, and I counted the freckles across the bridge of her nose, certain she had gained one or two more in our time apart, which made my lips purse in disappointment slightly.

Though as I continued to take her in, something else started to grab my attention.

The peace.

The tranquillity.

The warmth emanating through me, glowing at every point our bodies connected.

As if we were connected.

As if something more magical was tying us together.

It was as though my suddenly rigid body stirred her.

She groaned. She yawned. Then her eyes fluttered open before she groggily blinked at me. A small smile stole her face before she croaked, "Morning." Then she let out a lilting laugh. "My voice sounds super strained. And my body aches. Ugh."

She shifted herself, disentangling our legs, her body no longer blanketing me. Though she didn't go too far. After rolling onto her back, her hand slung out towards me, pulling at the locks of my hair as if she were oblivious to the changes.

"Your hair has gotten so long." Then, when I didn't say anything, "It suits you though. You somehow look... even cuter."

She rolled closer, onto her stomach, head cocking to the side as an adorable crease formed on her forehead.

"Is something the matter?"

My mouth opened and closed several times, but I didn't know what to say. I was too scared to say it.

"Hey," she whispered, hand reaching for me, but pausing before it made contact. As if she were scared.

Did she figure it out?

She shook her head though, fingers finally brushing against my cheek. "Please don't tell me you're regretting last night," she choked, voice cracking as her eyes started to glisten.

I shook my head though, still bewildered at her ignorance.

"Then why are you acting like you've seen a ghost?" she demanded, worry etching itself even further into her face.

Is it just me? Is that why she's acting like this? So I finally asked the unavoidable, "Do you not feel it?"

"Feel what?" Though an expression of realisation took a hold of her. Her frame tensed as she seemed to be taking stock of her body. And then she reached out to touch me again, shock marring her expression.

Here we go... She's going to cry. Or get angry. Or be upset. Just like last—

A grin spanned across her face, unbridled joy taking hold of her before a squeal of excitement erupted from her. "Lukas!" she exclaimed, then pounced on me. Her hands roamed over my arms, my chest, stopping as they cupped my face. "I can't believe it's actually back. Our bond invitation is back!"