Of Blood and Downfall

Chapter 32.

Every atom in my body is holding me back. Every urge, crave and need is inching for that single word. What I've been denying and waiting for. That I know if she says it, everything I have, kept away and given will soon be gone.

It was a quiver, almost a painful wince that comes out of Mavis's lips when she says, "Yes."

I smile against the crook of her neck, the aching pain in my mouth startling with joy and the hardness of myself pressed against the seams of my pants. I don't pounce though, I bury everything deep down even though my body is saying yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Her voice is a melody, repeating the delicate word that she may regret. But that isn't what I intensely smell from her or even feel when her skin on my fingers are blazing like a wildfire. Almost every sensitive nerve may be painful for her but it's excruciating for me.

She is a mouse in a cat's den. I am the predator she hasn't seen yet. Someone that is the most dangerous existence on earth, and she said yes. Which means...she knows something.

I nip at her flesh, goosebumps rising when she sucks in a gasp. My fangs ache for her skin, my throat is blazing for her blood and my body...my body desires her whole. My fingers graze down the outer part of her thigh and all the way down to her knee. Mavis raises it as she follows my touch, spreading her legs wider for my knee to sink in.

"Are you sure?" I mutter into her neck, wanting to sit here for the rest of my life and hers. It brings me a sense of calmness and relief, aside from the hunger I want to suppress. Or my other hunger.

"Yes." It sounds exactly like the other but now impatient. Pulling away, my lips graze her cheek when I look into her eyes. I know mine have dilated by the way hers widen at my stare.

"Only one thing Mavis." Her thighs tighten around mine in a warning and I groan.

"Mhm," She hums from her throat, soft and angelic.

I swallow, "You'll have to tell me to stop because I know...I know I won't be able to." My voice quivers when I tell her and her arousal is even stronger. Fuck I can't hold it in.

Mavis can't either. Her mouth grazes mine with a lean and shock waves spiral down my body. I shiver, like she is lightening and her electric currents are numbing me. I grind my jaw when a sensual cry escapes her lips. Pulling her thigh, her body slides down just enough for my knee to touch the softest, sensitive part of her. Her head goes back, our mouths touching again.

I let out an airy sigh, the sides of my mouth curving up.

"And if I tell you to stop?" She asks me, her eyes in a lustful haze. Her hand squeezes my arm, lining the muscles.

I smile, "You won't."

I capture her parted lips before she can say anything else. I'm nervous at first, hoping she doesn't pull away when my fangs graze her bottom lip. It's warm, sweet and all I kept buried deep comes rushing to the surface. 

My fingers dig into her thighs, wrapping her leg around my waist. Mavis moans when I devour her lips, tasting every part of her sweet mouth. She raises her hips off the couch, rocking against my thigh.

"Fuck Mavis." I growl, my cock aching for her. For her hand, her mouth, her—

I brace myself against her, her heart pattering heavily and quickly, pulsing her blood up to the warmth of her neck, her ears, her face. Flipping us, I pull her onto my lap when my back hits the couch, the lower half of her body straddling me.