Vampire Emeritus (Part #3) ✔

Chapter 28: Eternal Bliss

My lips were red and sore, but I kept kissing him, still wanting more, even after spending the entire night in each other's arms. Faint dawning light illuminated the room, colouring the walls light pink and orange. Ian was underneath me, while I straddled him, his hands trailing up my bare waist and back.

I shifted on top of him, a wave of desire washing over me upon touching his burning body. Ian sucked in my lower lip and bit down, making me moan. I went through his hair, feeling the silken strands slide through my fingers.

By morning, something within me had significantly changed. I couldn't help but compare this experience with everything I've felt before and a part of me finally understood how Caiden felt when we first slept together. Before last night, I knew I loved Ian, but right now, I felt almost obsessed and I feared those feelings irrationally.

Ian pulled me closer, pressing me against his body, until my head rested on his bare chest and I could feel the rhythmical pounding of his heart.

The room was a mess; the parquet broke in places and, one bed leg almost broke and sheets and pillows were scattered all over the floor. My body felt sore and red and flushed all over.

"Do you think they heard us?" I asked, embarrassment burning in my cheeks.

Ian planted a kiss on my head; soft and gentle, "Oh, yes. Hell, if there are any cultists outside of our windows, they heard us, too."

I rested my chin on his chest an looked up with a pout, "They're going to think it's weird."

"Is it weird?" Ian brushed the hair strands off my cheeks.

"Is it?" I asked in return.

Ian grabbed my chin and pulled me up, his lips finding mine again. Warmth slid through my veins; burning, beguiling and beautiful. I relaxed into the kiss while Ian's palms roamed over my shoulder blades, caressing the sides of my boobs.

He moved away with a chuckle, "It's a little weird."

"Shut up." I frowned. "It's not."

In a second, he turned us around, until he was on top of me, our limbs entangling in what remained of sheets on my bed. He settled over me, pressing me against the bed with his body. His lips trailed over my neck again, kissing the sore, bruised skin, and his hands cupped my boobs, fingers grazing my nipples. A chuckle reverberated in my throat, quickly replaced by a moan.

"They're going to have opinions, though." Ian whispered in my ear, his fingers still circling my breasts, distracting me. "Especially Thomas."

I squinted, "Look who's mentioning Thomas now."

Ian laughed against my neck, "Just saying."

"Thomas is allergic to fun." I said. "He doesn't like anyone having a good time because he's biologically incapable of doing so himself."

"Plus, he hates me." Ian kissed my earlobe, his hands sliding down to my waist.

"He doesn't hate you." I gasped at the touch on my belly, "He's just worried you're going to disappear again and he's going to have to buy another house with me."

Ian's hand trailed lower, between my thighs, and I bit my lips as his fingers grazed the right spot. My eyelids fluttered and a whimper fell off my lips, but the urgency from last night disappeared, replaced by satisfied, content bliss.

"I don't think I can disappear ever again." Ian whispered, causing fluttering deep in my belly and a tremor between my legs.

He enveloped me in his arms and pressed me against his body again. Tucked between him and the bed, I felt safe and cherished and loved.