Fangs Of Desire |B.E

I wish

Billie's Pov:

As we entered bedroom, I reliazed I forgot to close the window, when we left. The cold fall air filled the room in our absence, now being sharp contrast to the hot steam which was enveloping us just a moment ago.

"S-so cold" Rachel whispered, furrowed her eyebrows and clung to me seeking for the last flicker of warmth in my body. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as the chill settled over us.

To be honest I kinda liked that - fresh, icy air, piercing through my body, sharpening my senses, making me feel alive. I didn't shiver, I didn't flinch even a bit and she noticed that.

"Y-you like this..., the cold, don't you?" She looked up at me with exhosted but curious eyes.

"Maybe" A playful smile tuged my lips and I brushed a strand of hair away from her pretious face. "But if I won't close that window you'll catch a cold, sunshine." I mumbled and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. In a faint light I could see a blush creep up on her cheeks at the nickname.

I carefully freed myself from her loving arms and rushed over to the window. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I crossed the room. The dark night outside seemed endless, and the wind howled softly as I reached for the window. I pushed it shut, the latch clicking into place with a dull finality.

Then I moved as fast as possible and changed the soaked sheets into fresh ones. I tossed the damp sheets aside and reached for the fresh ones, their crisp, clean aroma filling the room as I spread them out on the bed. The subtle scent of freshly laundered cotton and a hint of lavender from the fabric softener created a comforting contrast to the chill in the air, making the room feel inviting once again.

I turned to Rachel. She stood in the middle of the room, rubbing her arms to warm herself and stop the raising goosebumbs. She seemed a bit zoned out, her legs shaky and uncertain. Lips slightly parted, breath hitched.

It all made my hart arch. I aproached her with smile and conserned look in eyes. "You okay, darling?" I asked, my voice soothing.

Rachel's eyes lit up. "Mhmm" She nodded slowly trying to reassure me.

"Let's get dressed and into bed" I suggested heading towards the wooden closet in the corner of our room. I pulled open the closet doors, the hinges giving a quiet creak, and reached for some oversized t-shirts and soft panties, the ones made of the soft cotton that wouldn't cause any friction to her sore skin.

I threw my clothes over my shoulder and gave her asking look slowly reaching to hook my thumbs into the edge of her towel. Finally, followed by her silent permission I took it off of her, revealing her gorgeous body once again.

I leaned and kissed her collarbone. "You look like work of art" I praised, admiring her spent body. Bite marks, hickeys and pretty visible mark of my fangs decorating her neck and clavege, red hand prints all over her ass cheeks.

"And you're my very talented artist" She playfully shot back.

"I'm glad you think so"

"Hands up, baby" I ordered firmly yet calmly.

"What.., you're gonna arrest me?"
I smiled kinda seducily at Rachel's playful remark, letting my dirty mind do it's thing. Arrest her, huh?

"Well.., if being beautiful was a crime, you would get a life sentence" I joked, playing along with her. I slightly washed off the thoughts, replacing them with that complement, knowing that it wasn't right time for anything my mind was telling me I could do to her.

Rachel chuckled softly, the sound a mix of exhaustion and joy. She lifted her arms obediently, and I carefully slid the oversized t-shirt over her head, the fabric falling around her like a protective shield.