Saida

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I kissed Stuart again and pressed with my tongue to make his lips open. We were locked together just kissing for the longest time, before I pulled away again.

"Why don't you undress me?" I asked and cocked my head to the side. Before he could do anything, I pulled at the t-shirt he wore, up and over his head. I then leaned in with my hands on his chest, kissing his shoulder and neck.

His fingers were around and on the claps on my back. I felt them fidgeting slightly with it before he managed to unhook it. Then his hands fell and seemed unsure if it really was alright to pull the gown off me. I straightened myself and did it for him.

I watched as he took in my body with his eyes, how they rested on my breast. I could see the longing there, but uncertainty seemed to be winning. So I took hold of his hand and placed it on one of my breasts. For a second he kept his hand still, before starting to slowly and gently massaging it. I closed my eyes to enjoy how his hands explored them. Touching every part of them, circling my areolas and lightly squeezing my nipples.

"Kiss them," I said and in the next moment, his tongue flicked my nipple and sucked on it. He kissed over my breast and then back again. And after a while, moved over to the other one.

My breathing had become ragged and moans escaped my lips. He used a perfect balance of gentleness and roughness that made it perfect and made me long for more.

I opened my eyes and met his red ones. In the beginning, I had always gotten worried when they turned red, but by now I knew what it meant and it made me even more excited.

We kissed again. Both of us being more forceful and passionate than before. I took hold of one of his hands again and guided it down my body and to the outside of my panties, which was the only garment left on my body. He broke our kissing with a gasp and I leaned in to his ear again.

"All that wetness is for you," I told him as I moved my panties to the side to give his fingers proper access.

They were tentative and searching as they moved between my folds. Then they found their way to my clitoris, causing me to let out a soft moan. That moan seemed to be enough for him to know he had found the right spot as he kept his fingers there, rubbing it.

I leaned my head against his shoulder as my moans grew in frequency and volume. I could feel it build inside of me and I held onto his upper arms while his free hand was on my shoulder to keep me steady.

"Faster, please, go faster," I begged him and felt how he instantly listened to me and just a moment later, it burst. My body tensed, toes curled, my hold on him became harder, and I was engulfed in pleasure.

As my orgasm was over, I relaxed against him. I could feel him move his fingers away from me and I turned to watch him. I saw as he moved his fingers up and looked at them for a moment, before licking my juices off them. It was such a simple action, but he looked so sexy doing it.

He then looked down at me and stroke my cheek.

"Was it good?" he asked and I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"Did it seem like it wasn't?" I asked back and straightened myself again.

The redness in his eyes was slowly dissipating, and it looked almost as if he was forcing it away. As if he fought to hold back his urges.

Silly, I thought to myself.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked him and moved my hands over his bare chest, felt his muscles and how he shuddered from my touch. I moved my hands lower and to the edge of his pants. Then to the button and started to undo it, but he placed his hands on mine to stop me.

"I... I want to taste you. Properly taste you," he told me and the blush appeared again.

"You may," I said thoughtfully. "But on the condition that once you've made me cum again, I'll get to feel you inside of me."

"Okay," he agreed, and I smiled inwardly.

I stood up from the couch and held my hands out to him. He took them and I led him to the bed. There I got him to lay down before taking off my panties and then I straddled him again. We just kissed for a bit, his hands on my hips, before I moved up his body. His hands kept on my hips, as if to help hold me steady and guide me.

I placed my hands on the wall as I lowered myself so his tongue could reach. Already at his first lick, a moan left me.

He ate me out, just like his fingers had touched me, in a tentative and searching way. Almost as if he was savoring it, wanting to make sure to get it all. Though eventually I felt his tongue land on my clit, licking and gently sucking. I leaned my head against the wall as well, moan after moan leaving me.

I felt when his fingers started playing with me as well, but a gasp of surprised left me as one entered me. I opened my eyes and met his, before he closed them again to enjoy his meal while pumping his finger in and out of me.

"Add another finger," I told him after a while, and he complied, and just as I was about to ask for yet another, he added a third of his own accord.

My orgasm was building again, getting closer and closer. I started moving my hips to add to the sensation as his free hand went up to cup my breast. I grasped his hand with mine as the orgasm rippled through my body and when it was over, I immediately felt that it was hard to keep myself up anymore, so I laid down on the bed beside him.

"You're so hot," he whispered to me. "And you're my queen. I would do anything for you, anything. Never doubt that."

His hands moved over my body. Over my breasts and further down and I guessed that if I let him, he would spend the whole night making me cum over and over again. But that wasn't what I wanted.

"Then fuck me," I told him, which made his hands halt. "Fuck me and drink my blood and then let me drink yours. I want everyone to know that we belong together."

"Are you sure? Do you really want that?" His eyes began to slowly fade back to brown again.

"Yes. I do."

"Turning hurts."

"It'll only be temporary. My life with you will be forever."

I saw him hesitate, but I wouldn't let him. I pushed him so he fell back on the bed again and then worked quickly on getting his pants and underwear off. His cock sprang free. It was rock hard under my touch and the size of it made me long for it even more, and I wasn't going to wait any second longer.

I positioned myself over him and let the head glide between my folds a few times. My eyes were on Stuart and I saw the lust increase in his eyes and heard a quiet moan. I put the head right by my entrance and then in one quick motioned, I lowered myself, taking in all of him at once, filling me up. I moaned at the feeling of him inside of me and he let out a moan to match mine.

"So how does it feel? Is it just like you imagined?" I asked as I slowly moved up before quickly going down again.

"Better," he gasped.

"Really?" I smirked as I did the motion again.

"Yes."

"Completely sure?"

"Yes. You feel amazing, Saida," he exclaimed.

"In what way?" I couldn't help myself. Listening to him talk in a slight hoarse and breathless voice while slowly moving on top of him made me hornier than I could ever remember being. In truth, I wanted to go much, much faster, but I restrained myself to get to enjoy this all a bit longer.

"So warm," he said and gasped as I moved down again. "So tight." Another gasp. "And beautiful." And yet another. "You're so fucking beautiful, Saida. In all ways."

My restraint snapped. I leaned down and kissed while picking the speed up. His arms went around me and I could feel his hips moving as well, in rhythm to mine. I quickly let go of the kiss and leaned my head down towards his shoulder. Moaning right by his ear and listening to his moans against mine.

Quickly, my orgasm started to build again, but I knew what I wanted first.

"Bite me," I begged him. "Please bite me. Please, Stuart."

I felt a sharp pain, but then my pleasure intensified and that alone brought me to my third orgasm, one that felt like it lasted forever as we both held onto the other in a tight embrace.

When it was over, Stuart carefully rolled me over so I laid on the bed.

"Are you sure?" he asked one last time.

"Never been more sure," I told him.

He took a deep breath before making a cut on his wrist with his own teeth. He then moved it to my mouth, and I licked up the blood that came from there.

The next thing I knew was pain. At first it was just a slow burning, but it quickly intensified. I knew I screamed and begged for it to stop, all the while clinging to the only safe and steady point around me.

Then slowly, the pain subsided and when it was all gone, I opened my eyes to look into the most beautiful brown eyes. They were as warm as hot chocolate but now also accompanied by the scent of chocolate, cinnamon, and glacial ice.

This marks the end of the extra chapters. I hope you've enjoyed getting to know Saida and Stuart a bit better! 😉

Though there won't be any more extra chapters, I do have one more tiny surprise coming tomorrow. I hope you'll enjoy that one as well, and that it'll get you hyped and ready for the 20th of June when Morana starts publishing!

See you tomorrow!

Elena