For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Eleven ♡ New

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ°•°•°

𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 ↬↬

"𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕." His voice was a soft command, a gentle whisper that caressed my ears as he reclined beside me, his gaze lingering on my form sprawled across my bed.

I complied without hesitation.

Though I was not entirely exposed, my nightdress clung to me, the only barrier between us being the absence of the underwear I had deliberately discarded. The room was enveloped in a soft, muted light—a deliberate choice of mine to create an atmosphere that felt more comfortable. He had not objected to my request; perhaps he sensed my lingering discomfort with being completely naked in his presence.

"I’m sure you’ve been 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 before," he mused, his breath, fresh and minty, brushed against the side of my face as he spoke.

That much was true; Nathan had certainly laid his hands on me. But it had been an experience far from pleasurable. His touches were hesitant, as if he were reluctant to delve deeper. He could have easily thrust a finger into me and moved with a carefree abandon, but instead, his impatience often surfaced, leading him to complain about how long it took for me to reach my climax. In those moments, I found myself fabricating orgasms just to appease him, and on occasion, I resorted to pleasuring myself to sidestep any needless drama.

"Yes," I replied, my gaze fixated on the ceiling, too shy to meet his eyes. It felt absurd; I usually became bolder when desire coursed through me. The embarrassment from my earlier conversation with Zhavia weighed on me—discussing my fingers as a substitute for a dildo was particularly mortifying.

A tender touch glided across my cheek, jolting me from my thoughts.

"Look at me," he purred, his voice rich with warmth.

I turned my neck to face him, and our eyes met, drawing me into their depths. Up close, he was even more breathtaking, embodying the kind of perfection one might find in the pages of a romance novel.

In fact, he inspired me in ways I had never anticipated, igniting a desire to someday write a story of my own. Yet, uncertainty loomed—would we part ways after this, or could we become something more profound?

My fingers itched to explore the contours of his strong jawline, to trace the elegant arch of his cheekbones, and to lose myself in the soft curls of his hair.

"You’re so lost in your thoughts that I can almost hear them," he murmured, a sly smile dancing on his lips.

Was he being serious?

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I fought to maintain our gaze. Surely, he must be jesting. How could he possibly know what was swirling in my mind?

"Just touch me, if that’s what you want, I won't stop you." he whispered, his voice thick with yearning as he leaned in, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

Lying on my back, I realized that moving closer wouldn't be simple unless I shifted to face him fully.

"It can wait. I want to make sure you’re satisfied first."

My eyes widened in astonishment. "How did you—"

"Because I just know, and soon, I’ll share something about myself that you ought to understand."

"That you’re a goon?" I teased, attempting to lighten the mood.

He erupted into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "No, I’m not a goon, Rachel. I’ll reveal it to you soon enough—" His finger resumed its tantalizing exploration, tracing a path down from the center of my chest, descending slowly. In a moment of clumsiness, I flicked my tongue out to moisten my lips, inadvertently brushing against his lower lip.