The Secrets of Lore Seymour

76. Everything He Ever Wanted

Warning: Mature content. Please keep comments respectful. Reminder for those who somehow skipped this at the start, DO NOT refer to my characters as sex positions; top, bottom, uke, seme etc. They have names, fucking use them, and none of that "omg low key gross/weird that so-and-so is a bottom." You will be muted. Immediately.

Tonight has been intense, although the events pale to this moment. Lore kisses me passionately. One hand twists into my hair. The other pushes the robe from my shoulders. Is this the first time I don't hesitate? I'm already releasing his waist, allowing the fabric to drift to the floor. It feels like an eternity since I last felt so sure of anything. At this moment, through all that has happened, I somehow know exactly what I want. And what I want is Lore.

He bites my bottom lip when I tear at his shirt. The buttons pop off. I'd feel bad because this suit was probably expensive, but money is the last thing on my mind. I want him so badly that I feel I've gone mad. Lore moans from the pressure of my lips against his neck. I tug impatiently at his jacket. He releases me to slip out of the useless garments, allowing my hands to feel every piece of newly exposed skin. I don't know if his body is hot or my hands are cold. It's too much, fire scorching through my veins to make every nerve tingle. I wish to feel every piece of him, learn what he likes, what he craves, what makes him moan, and how his body feels against mine.

The room's searing hot. I can't hear anything other than our labored breaths and Lore's quiet curse when my fingers brush over his chest. There's pleasure and desire, so much of it bundled up inside me that's been waiting to burst. There's no point denying that I've wanted this for a while. Maybe since the day I saw him. I knew he was beautiful and didn't want to admit it because he was a dhampir and I was a paladin. There wasn't meant to be attraction, but it was always there, lingering in the back of my mind waiting for the moment when I gave in. Now that I have, now that Lore's in my grasp, I can't stop.

Lore curses in surprise when I grab his ass to lift him. His legs immediately wrap around my waist. A quiet moan tickles my ear when I kiss his chest over and over, moving us towards the bed. I might have forgotten his legs were around my waist when I dropped him, so I fell into his chest. We both release a quiet chuckle, muffled by Lore crashing our lips together again. His hands move over my arm, feeling every scar. He hesitates at a particularly bad one over my chest. I freeze above him, unsure of what to say. His finger dances over the expanse of the long scar reaching from my shoulder to the middle of my chest. This isn't like before on the airship. That was the spur of the moment, quick and desperate. We didn't have time to truly see each other, or maybe I'm viewing this differently because I can't imagine us stopping here. I want more. I want everything. I want him.

His eyes meet mine. I fear what he'll say, which is strange for me. I've never really cared what someone thought of the scars before. They were a part of me, but now, like this, I worry that he won't... that he'll hate me somehow. He knows some of these scars are from killing vampires and dhampir, like him. I suddenly can't breathe.

But then Lore cups my cheeks, surprising me with a quick kiss to my lips. He moves to kiss the scar and another and another, somehow making everything so intimate that my toes curl like I'm a damn kid getting his first kiss. How is he making me feel giddy right now? It's maddening.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Kissing you," he replies, returning to my lips. We kiss languidly, like we have all the time in the world. I hope we do.

I press my forehead against his after. "Kissing my scars, you mean."

"Ah, yes, I was making a few wishes." Lore wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling our bodies flush together.