I swore I would take it easy with Cordelia. My plan was to ease her back into our relationship, but fuck, she makes it hard. The woman is pure temptation. Most of the things she does aren't meant to entice me, like the way she walks or plays with her hair. And others...She knows exactly what she is doing. I can't deny her especially when she is so willingly offering me her body.

She arches under me, stretching her neck so I can see her veins pumping with blood beneath her delicate skin. "I want you to feed from me."

My cock hardens even more inside of her, and I grip her thigh to keep me anchored to the sensation of her around me and not the nagging hunger groaning in the pit of my stomach. Just as I find my resolve, she begs so sweetly.

"Please, Elias, I want to know how that feels again."

I remove my body from hers and she whimpers her displeasure. "Patiance, dolce tentazione."

Sitting with my back to the headboard, I take her hand and guide her to me. When she moves to straddle me so we are face to face, I grip her hips to turn her away. "I don't want to make a mess of our bed, and..." I lift her chin so she is staring into the antique floor to ceiling mirror on the wall across from us. "I want you to watch."

I slide my cock through her slick center and grip her hip with my other hand. "Relax and sit down," I gently command.

Her body accepts me like I'm an extension of her, taking me in inch by inch. When she is fully seated, I pull her back against my chest and say, "I want you to use me while I feed from you. Fuck me however you need me."

She whimpers and rolls her hips over mine, clenching her pussy so tight around me that I nearly explode. "Fuck," she whines, her eyes glued to the place where we're joined.

"Gods, Cordelia, the way you take me is so fucking perfect. You were made for me. Look at that sweet cunt choking my cock."

"Elias, I'm so full," she gasps, reaching up and wrapping her arm around the back of my head and gripping my hair.

I hiss and slide one hand over her chest, cupping one of her perfect breasts before tugging at her hardened nipple. "Look how hard these are for me," I murmur, running my tongue along the vein in her neck, trying to prolong the inevitable. Because I know as soon as I sink my teeth into her, I am fucking done.

The noises she's making for me mixed with the sounds coming from her soaking wet slit are obscene. They spur us both on to fuck even harder, and her movements are becoming sloppy and out of control. She's lost in lust already, and when I bite her, it's only going to get more intense. I smile against her skin at the thought. I let one of my fangs scrape her neck and she yelps, tightening around me in anticipation.

"Fuck, Elias, please. Please bite me. Don't make me beg," she groans, meeting my hungry gaze in the mirror.

"But you're so pretty when you beg for my kiss, my cock, my bite." My palm travels down her stomach, and my fingers slide on either side of her clit. I tease her, never touching quite where she needs. All the friction she finds is from the stretch of me filling her and the barbells sliding in and out.

My other hand moves between her breasts and wraps around her neck. I push her head to the side with my index finger and savor the sight of her in my control and riding me. I open my mouth wide and bare my fangs as she watches. And when I circle my fingertips over her clit, I sink my teeth into her.

Warm, sweet, lifegiving blood fills my mouth. I hum my pleasure as my hips move from the bed and I fuck her harder. The sight of her alone is enough to make me come, but her body's reaction to the slight pain mixed with insurmountable pleasure is what brings me closer to the edge.

She's so wet that I can feel her dripping down my balls as she writhes in my hold. A small stream of blood trails down her collarbone and follows the curve of her breast. I watch her blood inch closer to her pussy and anticipate the moment I fuck it into her.

"Elias, I'm going to come," she says, gripping my hair harder with the hand that's still wrapped around the back of my head. "Please come with me."

I fill my mouth with her blood and that euphoric feeling that starts in my lower back surges through me. I release Cordelia from my bite as a feral groan rips from my lips. I thrust up, pouring into her over and over again. Even if I wanted to find my release with someone else while she was gone, it would have never compared. Her body is my sanctuary, and I plan on worshipping her until my final day.

My hand slides through her blood, gathering it as I rub her clit and she screams my name to the heavens. I continue to play between her legs until she falls limp in my hold, my spent cock still buried inside her.

"Fucking gorgeous," I say, dragging her blood to her nipple and painting her with it.

She just whimpers in response, exhausted from both the rough fucking I just gave her and the amount of blood I took from her veins. Looking down at her now, I realize I took quite a bit more than I did last time. With a tender kiss to her neck, I pull out of her as slow and gentle as I can, but even as easy as I take it, my piercings still hit every single sensitive spot on the way out and before I know it, she's making that sweet little mewling sound that drives me fucking wild.

Ignoring my stirring cock, I slide out from under her and lay her back. "Let me get you cleaned up." I have every intention of going to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth. Instead, I drop beside her and run my tongue over every streak of blood. It would be a waste not to consume it all. I lick her neck and collarbone before moving down to her nipples. I take my time sucking on each tender peak before traveling to her soft stomach.

"So good. Every inch of you is delicious," I say, dipping my tongue to the apex of her legs.

Cordelia lifts her hips to meet my mouth, sliding her fingers into my hair. "Elias, if you were trying to clean me up, I think you're about to make a different kind of mess. I'm so sensitive, and I never really stopped throbbing after you made me come. When you feed from me, I don't know, it's like another fucking level," she gasps as I slip my tongue further inside her, gathering every drop of blood I can, like the starving, desperate man I am.

"I'll never stop wanting to take you to that level," I say, licking my fingers to clean the last of her cum and blood. "Now it is time for you to relax. I'll draw you a bath and be back to get you."

"You are always so good to me," she mumbles in a sleepy, blissed-out haze.

I kiss her forehead and run my palm over her cheek. "You deserve everything good. I never want to hear you say different again, got it?"

She smiles and burrows into the pillow, her cheeks flushing. "Fine. You win."

"I always do," I say on the way to the bathroom.

I only hope that's the case where defeating Cane is concerned.