Doe's POV:

I did as I was told, falling back onto the bed but holding myself with my elbows so I could still look.

I didn't want to take my eyes off of him.

The sight of him right now... how his hands lifted to caress my outer thighs.

His words still echoed through my head.

That pulsating thrum between my legs was right in front of him and going insane.

My breaths turned into quick and shallow ones.

The anticipation, the enthusiasm, every inch on delicious confidence he was portraying right now...

All while still keeping that goofy, boyish excitement in his movements and face.

It all felt like it was about to chew me up and swallow me.

And I would let it.

Tonight, I would let it.

I didn't know what he was doing but for once- for the first time in my life that unknown didn't scare me.

His hands pulled back up towards my knee, pulling it close enough to feel his lips press against my inner thigh.

My legs tightened at the tender touches, ankles locking against his back.

The quick rise and fall of my stomach with each breath stayed in my periphery as I kept my eyes glued to him.

Every nerve in my body pleaded for just a moment with him, thriving every time his lips or hands made contact.

As he inched closer to my underwear, kissing his way all the way there, I became painfully aware of how soaked they felt.

I almost panicked before remembering a mention of this in my lessons.

It was very brief, but enough to recall.

I just never imagined the intensity of it when the time came.

My breath caught when he finally made it down my leg his face only about an inch from... well from me!

His nostrils flared, narrow eyes flickering up to peer at mine.

I swear for a moment I saw his pupils thin just to blink and it was gone.

I heald deathly still in the silent seconds where he kept that gaze, his dulled purr still radiating the space around us.

It nearly took me to the brink of insanity, all these light touches and heated gaze of his.

With how effortlessly those things were gaining a rise out of me that I'd never experienced before

The way I was already missing his touch on my breasts and waist.

It all almost didn't feel real.

I didn't know what he was doing, but I just wanted him to do it.

"Please," I said again as nothing more than a half-empty sigh.

Curse that grin of his, and those creeping hands both hooking at the top of my thighs solidifying my place there.

Then without another word, he ran his tongue over the fabric right between my legs.

My entire body jolted, hand slapping right over my mouth again, but not in time to hush my quivering whine.

A pleasuring shiver ran its way through my body at the single action, the intensity of which I was absolutely not prepared for.

One that was the solution to one problem and the start of a completely new one.

"What- W-what was..." My words wouldn't form. They couldn't.

Not through the blaring need that finally had a source, at the sight of him licking his lips.

I needed him to do that again.

"I'm getting you ready," he casually divulged.

"Ready?" I repeated, "R-Ready for what?"

I nearly locked him in place with my legs as he inched backward, but his smooth, deep chuckle convinced my body to give him what he wanted and allowed him to escape.

"For me." He replied rather cheekily.

Dumb, cute... ridiculous vampire.

I just blinked at him, trying to pull what I knew and see if I could relate it to what he was talking about.

I couldn't. Especially through the mess my mind was in.

He let out a small sigh.

"They taught you nothing about your own anatomy, did they?" he inquired, taking my legs off of his shoulders.

I tried to focus on forming a response over the fingers sliding under the band of my underwear, only his first finger staying above it.

It wasn't working as much as I hoped, so I instead just shook my head.

They didn't. I knew they only told us the things they wanted us to know, but I'm now realizing just how much that really was.

His first fingers hooked around the band and pulled, sliding down with all that vampiric grace, my last item of clothing.

I pulled in my legs to aid him, watching him even place a kiss on my right ankle once it was off.

The air brought more attention to the mess I felt between my legs.

Then his eyes wandered again, planting onto the part of me he'd just unveiled.

I think that was the tensest I'd become at that moment. Those silent seconds as I laid there completely exposed before him

"What a shame," He began, thankfully returning himself to the position we were in prior, "Because yours certainly is a sight to behold."

My face flamed under his words.

Under that same genuine way in which he spoke.

My eyes fell after he returned my legs to his shoulder to the hand he extended me.

When I went to give it to him, he instead took hold of my wrist and guided it back into his hair.

"You're still in control here, Dove," He reminded me, as I instinctively grabbed the strands, "Guide me where you want me."

I gave a hasty nod and a light push back to where he was the first time.

He fell into my lead without hesitation, and I readied my hand near my mouth, feeling like I was going to need it here very soon.

My eyes squeezed shut in preparation as well, my entirety aching for his touch again.

Which is why when he didn't do anything for a few more seconds than felt normal, I opened my eyes again.

To see him still just giving me that look.

"One request," He began, reaching up again to grab my other wrist.

He guided it away from my face, leaving me wide-eyed.

"None of that," He began, intertwining our fingers on the bed instead, "I want to hear you."

God he could not stop saying things that got such an easy reaction out of me.

Sweet words mixed with that poise and tact I knew he possessed but only saw on certain occasions.

I couldn't tell if I was addicted to it or cursed it for making me feel so helpless yet in such good hands.

I agreed, swallowing hard.

If that's all he wanted right now, then fine.

As embarrassing as I may find it, I'd at least give him that.

These sounds... I don't know what it was that made me not want to release them, but now wasn't the time for holding back.

Pleased with my answer, he lowered his head, earning a sharp, quavering gasp from me embarrassingly fast while his tongue trailed over the exact same spot.

And I thought that the last sensation was intense...

Both hands squeezed hard onto whatever part of them they had, writhing underneath him in a way that didn't break contact.

My legs felt weak at the sound of his delighted groan, his one free hand pulling me closer by my hip.

The heat from his tongue battled with the heat of me there, and yet I couldn't distinguish which was which. Feasting upon me in a way I never knew existed, and the enlightenment in of itself was something I hadn't gotten over yet.

Long, slow, perfectly pressured draws of his tongue over and over.

Always causing the muscles in my calves to tighten at the end of each one, and left me fighting not to crush him between my thighs every time it began to feel like too much.

Which was quite a lot.

Even now it felt like he was taking his sweet time; subtly changing his actions just to see how I'd react.

Allowing me to learn along with him what I liked.

I finally let my head roll back onto the bed, closing my eyes to truly focus on every little thing he was doing.

I hadn't even realized the movement of my own hips to meet him until he had to hold me down.

An action I really shouldn't have enjoyed as much as I did.

Especially after he subsequently sped up the way his tongue moved.

My legs did close on him that time, having to force them open again myself since he didn't react in the slightest.

But he'd react to every sound that left my mouth.

Every hitch in my breath, every gasp, every whine he'd do something.

Only one though got a truly visceral reaction out of me. A rather quick flick of his tongue made me tug at his hair to raise him an inch.

"Right there," I heard myself say, which quickly followed with yet another thing I probably should be so damn attracted to.

The growl that caused muscles in my hips I didn't know I had clamping down onto nothing, then falling into desperate anguish.

It showed in a different kind of a whimper, that new sensation mixing with the one that felt like it was just building and building with every move he would make.

My nails dug hard into the top of his hand, undulating my hips to get my unknown point across.

He's been good at deciphering them for me so far.

Another strained, pleading noise from my throat was all it took for him to make his next move, removing his hand from my body and moving it elsewhere.

Seemingly slowing down his blissful activities as he did so.

I was surprised to feel his fingers graze me right under where his chin was.

"This may feel strange for a moment, but bear with me." His quiet words advised.

He had earned my complete trust throughout today. I had absolutely no reason to question him or his actions.

An admittedly pathetic squeak was all I could muster as a response, but he took it for what it was.

With his next move, suddenly his assistance of cutting his nails made complete sense.

My teeth bit down onto the inside of my lower lip, eyes rounding at the feeling of his tongue returning to its motions, and his finger steadily pushing inside me.

Processing. Distinguishing and discovering immediately how different the sensation was from what I was previously told it would be.

He was right, it did feel strange at first. Traversing an area of myself that had never once been touched.

And yet I melted into it rather quickly. Basked into it even.

Celebration and relief in the fact that those muscles finally had something to clamp down on.

And, well, they did- I did.

His purr grew louder this time when I rocked my hips against him, the thumb of the hand that held mine rubbing comfortingly amongst it all.

"Holy shit, Alex," I mewled, eyes rolling back in my head as every action, finger and tongue, moved with the rhythm I was setting.

Constantly pulling against something within me, in turn having me pull his hair for more.

His damned prideful snicker at my words practically yanked at it.

My entire body grew rigid over the moments, certain parts trembling from it.

From the masterful way he indulged upon my body. The way his finger would curl within me and cause me to cry out.

And the way in which he was still so careful throughout it all.

I drew my hand further down, feeling his soft hair between my fingers before grabbing again, much to his satisfaction.

More... I still needed more.

I didn't have to do or say anything this time for Xander to make his move, removing his finger from me just to return with two.

I had no idea how I hadn't been ripping out his hair in chunks at this point, my back arching in a pleased welcome to what he was doing.

Sucking in the gasps of air that I could through the tightening all over my body.

It felt like I was going to come apart at the seams, but I didn't want to do anything but welcome it

There was a slight stretch in me every once in a while, fulfilling to an extent that craving for more, but never satisfying it completely.

Yet still worked in pulling whatever was building in my gut.

Whatever it was felt so insanely close, the need for it to become- whatever it was -fulfilled, taking over my movements and turning them frantic.

Having me raising my hips further into him, rocking them against his movements and pulling at his hair to keep him where he was.

Come on. Come on come on come on!

Whatever it was felt so close, like I could just reach out and it would be there.

But instead, I had to get there from the pressure in his tongue and the pace his fingers picked up at my needful attempts.

After what felt like an eternity from there, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, it burst.

Wracking my body with a pleasure I'd never been able to know till now, tearing my voice from my body as a high-pitched scream.

Holding onto him for dear life through the trembling of my limbs and the haggard breaths I could just barely take in.

While every cell in my body became enraptured in pure ecstasy, knowing that he was the cause of it all.

I had to fight for control of my breathing again after the sensation drifted away, blinking through it all to regain some of my clarity.

The first thing registering to me was the fact that Xander had ceased everything he was doing.

I looked to see him just sitting there, being close to as breathless as I was, that same giddy look we started this within full view.

His face showed the joy that my shock wouldn't let show in this moment, biting his lip as if he was trying to hide it.

"What," I paused, collecting myself for a few seconds, "What the hell was that?"

His laugh broke through despite his best efforts, raising himself back over me before answering.

"That, my dear, is what people like to call an orgasm."

I tried not to focus too much on how he said the words 'my dear', and instead, find the familiarity of the word.

I knew what it meant... just never knew that it was something I could have.

Jeez, they really didn't teach us anything about ourselves.

My hands crept around him, his face lowering towards mine.

"And there's a lot more where that came from." He assured.

My legs squeezed together at the words, getting stopped by his.

His arm snaked around my back, his touch reigniting what may have dimmed after what he'd just done to me.

God, I wanted to kiss him.

And so I did, pulling him in around the same time he lifted me from the bed, taking us both back to the head of it.

The feverish way in which our lips collided was invigorating, knowing that there was more to come with my newfound knowledge.

A new taste was on his tongue, and the realization that the taste was from me truly didn't bother me in the slightest.

My grip on him hardened when instead of my head hitting the pillow like I was expecting, he flipped us over yet again, settling into the position we first started in.

I quickly became aware of the constant trembling of my thighs, making me sit back entirely onto his legs.

His hands followed that trail from my chest down to the side of my hips whereas mine fell down to hold onto each bicep.

We parted with a sigh, just... looking into each other's eyes. Catching our breath through each other's air.

That pull... that unexplained tug I had towards him was stronger than ever

"So far so good?" He checked with that same soft tone.

The sound warmed my heart, giving his arms a light squeeze.

"Yeah, I um- that was-," This night had officially taken my ability to at least act like I was keeping it together.

The ability to think out my sentences.

His smile just softened.

I appreciated him for at least acting like he didn't notice.

Or at least that he didn't say anything about it.

"Good," He spoke, finally moving his hands down to my thighs.

My gaze drew downwards, blinking in surprise and straightening my posture at what I saw.

"When did you find the time to take off your pants?" I questioned.

In hindsight, I should have noticed that I was sitting on skin instead of hit pants like I was prior, but that face of his was distracting.

Both of us now completely naked.

"I have my ways," He shrugged.

A slight unease grew in my stomach the longer I looked at... him? It?

The part of him that intended to be inside me now standing at the ready.

This was the part they warned us most about hurting.

"You really are blonde everywhere," I remarked, trying to aid the sudden shift

I knew the comparison wasn't 100% accurate given the current positioning, but it exceeded past my belly button.

Vampires, especially royals were known to be built larger than most in this department, but I never had it in me to start making guesses about the one I lived with.

But holy crap...

"Indeed I am," He began, raising a hand to cup my face.

One look and I knew that he'd unmistakably read the prior look I had, or felt the hesitation in me.

More of what I tried to hide broke through with the kiss he placed on my opposing cheek.

I don't know why I was trying to hide this from him. Tonight wasn't the night to be hiding these things.

I knew my past still had a slight hold on me, but tonight was already helping me escape it.

My fingers curled tighter against his bicep, leaning hard into his touch.

"The last thing I want to do here is hurt you," He began, "The entire point is that you stay comfortable."

He pulled back just enough for me to see that assurance in his eyes.

"If at any point it starts to cause discomfort, tell me, and we'll start over before trying again."

"Start over?" I perplexed, "You'd do all of that again?!"

My body warmed at just the thought as if I wasn't just living it for myself.

Another one of his purr-mixed chuckles.

"Doe, I could do that, and that alone, for hours."

Oh my god, he wasn't kidding.

If anything he looked like he found the idea enrapturing.

He lowered his hand back down, both of them sliding back and under my thighs, pulling me close.

Making me tighten as the movement had the shaft of him pressing between my legs.

Just at that subtle contact, added with the slight hiss from his lips, my body began that pleading behavior. Like suddenly his fingers were no longer going to be enough.

His fingers may not be enough, but this might be too much.

And if it is, we'll start from the beginning.

"We could go at it like this," He offered, glancing over our current position, "It'll give you control over the speed and all that."

The thought in of itself sounded good, but the consistent trembling in my thighs told me that it might not work how he was expecting.

I didn't feel steady relying on my leg muscles in this current moment.

And if I'm being honest, I didn't feel like I could do this better than he could.

I trusted him more than I trusted my messed-up knowledge of how this position was supposed to work in the first place.

I gave him a slow shake of my head.

"I can't... Not like this," I looked down at my currently out-of-commission thighs.

Why the hell were they still shaking?

"I want you do to it," I admitted, taking him by surprise.

He thought it over for a minute, eyes glancing to the side before returning to me.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," I affirmed.

I knew the look that appeared very briefly in his eyes. One that had appeared before, and told me that he was checking for any kind of dishonestly from me.

When he got what he wanted, I slid my arms over his shoulder, crossing them behind his neck while he flipped us just as effortlessly and gracefully as before.

The sight of him on top of me now stirred up something I just knew I'd be dealing with for a while.

Or that he'd be dealing with here soon.

I let out a blissful sigh as he laid me back on this bed, his head falling into the crook of my neck.

This all just felt... right.

Perfect in a way I couldn't put words on.

He lifted one of my legs around his hip, kissing over the place he'd taken my blood a few nights back.

I wondered for a brief moment where his other hand had strayed off to, finding my answer in the form a prodding between my legs, the sensitive nerves there firing away.

Making my breath hitch through a timid gasp.

And probably showed through the nails he now had in his back.

After the initial shock, my body nearly exploded into a variety of needful cravings.

There was no doubt in my mind whether or not I wanted him.

And I wanted him badly.

So much so that it would have scared me had it been anyone else.

With him I was safe.

He lifted his head resting his forehead on mine.

His eyes bore adoringly into mine, sending me a silent question with just his brows.

I answered with my own, skimming his cheek with my knuckles as one hand held firm to my hip.

The eye contact he kept as he moved didn't waver, mine going wide at the feeling of him beginning to breach inside me.

The unusual sensation caused my muscles to coil only for a moment.

It wasn't bad by any means.

A stretch, certainly, but not one that immediately felt like it was going to ruin me.

His eyes closed for a moment, feeling a shudder run through him and hear it with his next exhale as he pushed in what couldn't have been more than an inch.

He stopped there, and I was about to question why before he pulled back, then pushed in further.

My lips pressed together hard at the feeling, noises getting muffled in my throat, but heard by him nonetheless.

He repeated that action, again and again, removing himself a bit before venturing any further into me.

With such a careful rhythm and slick movement that even in my daze, I was impressed.

Though with each time, the feeling of him became more and more with each controlled push.

Deeper and deeper into me. Impossibly so after about the fifth time.

His gaze became analytical every time I made a sound that could be related to pain.

No, this was something else entirely. Initially a bit uncomfortable, but it melted into something else entirely as the seconds passed through his movements.

"See?" he breathes, doing a very bad job in hiding the fact that he was feeling something similar to me right now, "Just like that." he praised.

Holy shit.

My eyes squeezed shut, focusing purely on the interesting sensation of well... this.

And how much different it was than how it was explained to me.

It was just like my body was simply accepting his. Inviting him, wanting him here with me like this.

Again, his hips moved, and again he traversed more.

"How deep does this thing go," My words strained with the rest of me, returning my hand to his back so I didn't accidentally dig my nails into his cheek.

His laugh held a bit of the same tightness, "Who? You or me?"

Cheeky even still.

How very him.

Managing to get a laugh out of me even in a time like this.

I could feel my fingers curling, nails finding purchase with his next move.

I felt like I was nearing my limit with how much of him I was going to be able to take.

And yet his hips met with the underside of my thighs, stopping right at the brink of being too much for me to handle.

Well, that was just-

"Perfect." He sighed, inching his head away to partially sit up.

The lack of him there lead me to open my eyes again.

Yeah... it really was.

I worked on my breathing for a moment, feeling that initial discomfort from the stretch subside and get replaced with its former greed.

He was thankfully giving me time to become used to the feeling, keeping his hips impressively still

Woah... we were really... wow.

I glanced down to where we were connected, eyes slowly trailing up the man giving me all of these wonderful experiences.

How no matter where I looked, I liked what I was seeing.

I don't know what overcame me, my face turning red before I caught myself trying to look away.

"It's a little late to be getting shy on me," He teased, tucking away the hair from my sweaty forehead.

No... This didn't feel like shy.

I knew shy. This was something else entirely.

Something more powerful to the point where the more I looked at him the stronger it got.

Pure. Raw emotion building in my chest.

Whether it was just a build-up of everything that's happened tonight, the relief of him guiding me through what this was supposed to be like, or the unmatched passion I felt between us, I couldn't tell for certain.

But it was building its way into my throat.

This just felt like the last thing I had to let go of from my childhood.

Having him fan away all of the smoke they clouded my mind with within just one night.

When we first made this agreement, I wasn't expecting this.

Even with all the reassurances, he'd given me ever since this was first brought up, living it like this...

It was refreshing. Freeing.

That jovial look of his shifted to one of immediate concern when I looked back to him with tears in my eyes.

I couldn't tell you why there were here. I wasn't sad by any means, just overfilled with emotions I couldn't organize.

And I couldn't speak that to him in a way I was confident of in this moment, so I instead drew him close for another kiss.

This one was sweet. Tender compared to the heated passion the ones prior carried.

I hoped it somehow conveyed my message.

He relaxed into my action, somehow keeping his hips still while he reciprocated.

"Thank you-" I croaked, his thumb brushing away the fallen tears, "For all of this, I-..."

He kissed my tear-wetted cheek at my absence of words.

"It is truly my pleasure to be sharing this with you, Doe," His words were quiet, somehow pulling more out of me.

Our lips connected again, the same few gentle presses.

I still wanted to say something. There had to be something quick I could say that would convey it.

An admittance in my vulnerable state. Leaving nothing left to hide between us.

"I will cherish these moments with you," He began again, "For as long as I live. There's no doubt in my mind that these will be the memories I favor."

Again with that lingering despondency, yet the words themselves left me speechless.

"But until then, this night is far from over, and I want you to enjoy every last second."

That certainly didn't feel like something that would be difficult.

When it was with him, it was possible.

I nodded, returning my soft smile through my sniffle, giving him one last peck for good measure.

That doting look returned to his gaze, lowering himself so that his body laid over mine

I rejoiced at the contact with a blissful sigh, drawing my hands down his sides.

The weight he kept on me was heavenly, the feeling of his warm skin right against mine.

Such an odd feeling compared to what he normally felt like, yet I couldn't tell which I preferred more.

I moved carefully, locking my legs around the back of his thighs a few nights prior while my hands continued their way down his body, around to his lower back.

The first time his hips did move, was out of shock when my hands caressed over the impressively sculpted butt he had and gave a little squeeze.

His movement caused me to have a similar reaction, the sensation of him, well, inside of me getting it out of me involuntarily.

He let out a particularly sharp breath at my quiet giggle.

I think surprised that I'd traveled that far in the first place.

"Do that again," I whispered, drawing my hands back up his back for the intensity within my body I knew I was about to pursue.

One got drawn to his flexed bicep that he held himself up with.

I could see his agreeance in his hardened gaze, closing the space with him again in a much more heated kiss.

Tasting that still-lingering hint of myself on his lips and tongue.

Having to part with a sharp inhale as his hips began to move.

Slow, careful movements even now, meticulously pushing in and out of me.

And even so, it had me squirming, leaning more into his body, and raising my hips to meet with his.

Oh my god.

Clinging onto him already because I knew he'd take me where I needed to go.

I caught my breath getting stuck in my throat, focusing on every sparking feeling

It came back to me the moment his mouth began to lower, placing a kiss down my face in rhythm with his strokes.

Leaving me in messy anticipation in the short time between each one.

There was a new hunger in his movements, in the way he tasted my skin and the deep growl that was becoming more and more consistent.

How easily that situation had me melting into him, nails digging into the skin of his arms and back.

Not having it in me to care about the pitched gasps and moans he was getting out of me, especially with his quick, heavy breaths cooling my sweat-slicked skin.

My body rocked in time with his movements, feeling the addictive feeling of his chest moving against mine with every roll of his hips.

Never in my life had I imagined such pleasures even existed and now it was like I couldn't get enough.

I tried reaching for it, getting nothing but skin. The tightening against his back with every hard draw of my nails.

I found myself reaching for the spot I knew, the place where his wings emerged.

Getting a rather sudden snarl the moment I found it, and a thrust from him that threw off the rhythm.

But God did it feel good.

My legs despaired at the fact that they couldn't hold him tighter against me and still allow him to move as he wanted and instead focused on meeting his movements perfectly.

I never expected the constant feel of getting filled would ever be this enjoyable.

But with him, it felt perfect, like he was made for me specifically.

A childish thought, I know.

With how deep he was reaching scratching an itch I never knew existed.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," He grunted, answering a question that didn't make itself known until then.

If he was feeling what I was. Physically at least.

It was amazing the power his words had over me, having me answer with nothing but a mangled mix of noises.

I knew he got the message anyway, he always did.

My hands traversed wherever they could, managing a hold for a few seconds before it slipped, surely leaving nail marks across his skin before trying again elsewhere.

With every scratch came that rumble that made my legs squeeze against him. Which then caused a different kind of sound to pass his lips.

And blow right against me, sending shivers or raising goosebumps somewhere along my body.

It got to a point where the lift of my hips sped faster than his, needing the added friction, and thanking everything I could think of when he gave me what I wanted.

The room filled with my pathetic sounds, his deep grunts, both of our sporadic breaths, and the slaps of his body joining with mine

A sound I felt like I was enjoying more than I should be.

That along with the smell of his sweat, just the smell of him all over me.

It was something I just knew I could get lost in, and I almost did.

There was a tension in his body all of a sudden, one that I don't think that I caused.

I didn't question it until his movements slowed, his face coming into view as he backed away, with a somewhat worried pinch in his brow.

"What?" I questioned, hearing only my own breaths in his silence.

"I forgot that vampires tend to," He paused, "Bite... when they-"

His voice cut off as an exhale, those newly found muscles I had down there squeezed in protest to the sudden stop.

Bite..?

Oh yeah, "I knew that," I spoke the last words of my thought almost silently.

It slipped my mind until now, but it was something I was relatively aware of.

I didn't second guess my action before it happened, hooking my hand around the back of his neck and pulling myself up towards him.

I barely saw the sight of his pupils thinning, aiming for the spot he'd bitten me twice now, and returned the favor.

Hard.

I'd never heard this man whimper.

I'd never heard any man whimper before, but the sound that left his mouth had my stomach twisting in a different kind of pride and exhilaration.

Strained and breathy, making his limbs tremble.

His hand laid flat against my back to hold me there, the tips of claws poking at my skin.

I didn't break his skin, and that wasn't my intention, catching a short glimpse at the mark I did leave behind, just seconds before his face delved into the crook of my neck.

The force of it pushed me back onto the bed, his fangs piercing into my skin within the second.

I knew what to expect from the bite, but having it get paired with the much quicker pace in which he engaged upon me.

It was a mix that made my mind go blank to everything but him.

A hand gripped hard at his hair, back arching into him as much as I could, and surely marking his back with a large sign that I had been there.

That hard pull that recently came with getting bitten by him felt satisfied, weaving into what I was already experiencing in the moment and multiplying it by 10.

Skyrocketing that familiar building feeling in my gut.

The shudder I could feel through his back and in the way he breathed, well that pulled at it too.

He didn't take much, maybe three or four gulps before he rose from my neck.

"Shit," His lips moved against my neck, his tongue flicking against the wound, "Where do you want me to-"

I cut him off, pushing him close with the hand in his hair, and wrapping the other ones around his shoulder.

"Don't go anywhere," I pleaded, feeling him twitch and move with the newfound vigor my blood must have given him.

He listened, both hands settling on the curve of my hips, thrusting into me with more force than before.

I couldn't at first tell if it was uncomfortable or just another unknown pleasure, though the way that it felt like it was bringing me closer to another orgasm answered it for me rather quickly.

His breaths were anything but even, each exhale being somewhat vocal.

The muscled in his arms and stomach flexed, claws extending fully.

He pulled me down towards him about an inch, holding himself deep inside me while his entire body trembled.

A loud, drawn-out groan caressed my neck, temporarily bringing my attention away from the new messy feeling within me, as well as the pulsation down there that wasn't coming from me this time.

All of which stirred up a warm delight in me, the satisfaction of knowing that I brought him to that point.

He held still for a few moments, panting in a few deep breaths while he steadily relaxed, a bit more of his weight coming over me.

I must have been expecting him to stop there because I found myself surprised by his sudden action.

From how fast he lifted his head, again setting his forehead on mine before he continued exactly where he left off.

His reddened gaze completely trapped mine, not allowing me to look away if I wanted to.

So it was a good thing I didn't want to.

A hand too, lifted to hold my jaw and cheek, keeping my face steady though each time he pushed deep into me.

The tense dedication in his eyes, the upwards curl of his lips, the rebuilding pressure and tightness of another orgasm creeping up on me. All of it together somehow clicked

He wanted to watch me come undone beneath him.

The idea shouldn't have been as attractive as it was, and the brink of it was approaching rapidly.

The building pressure of the sensation had me wanting to squeeze my eyes shut to help deal with it, but I didn't.

I heald eye contact with him like my life depended on it, letting him watch the other ways my face contorted to deal with it all.

"Atta girl," He purred, "Let it take you."

The very moment he finished speaking, it reached me, tightening every muscle in my body around him.

I couldn't not close my eyes from it all, barely feeling his arm under my back, pulling me into him as it took me again.

Somehow more effective than the last with his body against mine, and the way he still didn't ease up on his movements, making this one last longer than the last.

Tearing up the back of his neck and back more and more with each second it went on.

He did slow down as the high from it faded, leaving me to chase my breath through my dry throat.

I buried my head into his neck to do so, still holding onto him the best I could.

Even though he was doing most of the effort when it came to keeping me close.

Wow...

The clarity from our stillness slowly arrived, and yet I still couldn't let go.

I didn't want to.

We just heald each other for a few moments, our haggard breaths eventually syncing.

His hand joined the other on my back, tracing up and down my back now that his claws were gone.

It made a good portion of me relax, but my arms around him tightened.

"Jesus Xander," Was my weak attempt at a scold, immediately gaining the deep laugh that I wanted.

"You were amazing," He calmly assured me, clearing up worries from me before they could even show up.

I didn't want this to end. Not yet.

I wanted to stay close to him like this until I physically couldn't.

"Is... Is that it?" I ended up asking.

"It can be," He began, "If you want. If not, there are plenty more things we could try."

He must have felt me perk up regardless of how drained my muscles felt, shifting us back so that I was on top, straddling his legs.

He was getting way too good at doing that motion smoothly.

Especially given the fact that he was still inside me.

I gasped at how different he felt in this position, noticing that the constant shaking in my legs had actually grown worse.

"I... I want to keep going," I admitted, the first signs of feeling flustered creeping up on me

I don't know why now of all times was when that decided to show.

His smile looked to be partially hidden.

"Sounds good to me, but first," He leaned over towards the nightstand, grabbing something off of it.

"Water break," He basically sang, handing me the glass bottle of water he must have put there earlier.

If he hadn't said something, I don't think I would have noticed just how sore my throat was, or just how much I'd been sweating.

I found myself giggling at the light-heartedness of it all, watching him open it for me before handing it over.

The gulps I took were fantastic, the still-cold water helping a lot more than I thought it would.

Okay, yeah, that did feel good.

Xander would be the type of person to think of things like this.

I took about half of it before offering the rest to him.

"I uh, I had my fill," He said, gesturing to the bite mark on my neck.

Huh.

He took the bottle and placed it back on the desk, promptly returning his hands to my hips.

My eyes widened at the hunger in his eyes. At the realization that he planned on doing something like this.

If my legs were dead before then there's no way they were going to work now.

"I-I still don't think I can pull this position off," I sputtered, grabbing at his arms.

"You don't need to use your legs," He spoke with a grin, whatever mischievous little idea he had going crazy in his mind, "Just your hips."

I just blinked at him in confusion, understanding the action, but never having heard of it.

His fangs appeared as his smile grew wider, leaning in close to my ear with a single breathy word.

"Grind."