Craving

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓐𝓽 𝓜𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼

                       Chapter Twenty Two
              Don't Look At Me With Those Eyes

ʟɪʟɪᴛʜ ɢʀɪᴍᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴇᴡ

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"Five-thousand and eight" I murmured, counting the silken strands of Eloise's hair as she slept on my chest. She had fallen asleep during our bath, but i didn't mind. Especially since i absolutely adored this big round obsidian bathtub, it seems like the love of my life does as well. Eloise stirred, a delicate flutter against my chest, and I lowered my gaze to her face.

There wasn't a word great enough to describe her beauty. She was the most divine woman I'd ever beheld, and believe me, my dear, I've encountered a fair few in my many decades of living. Her heart quickened its tempo, a lovely little drumbeat that signaled her awakening. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing at them with a sluggish energy. "Forgive me, it seems i have fallen asleep" she said, her voice still husky with slumber, "In your lovely bath"

I chuckled, a low sound that vibrated in my chest. "This is our bath, my sweet. And never apologize for indulging in the most human of activities. I sleep as well, except...only once a week" i smiled sheepishly.

Her gaze met mine, and I felt a familiar warmth bloom in my chest. My eyes roamed over her divine form, lingering on the perfection of her bosom. "Fuck" i whispered, biting my bottom lip. She shyly began to play with her breasts, squeezing, and gently kissing them. The heady scent of her arousal wafted up to me, a delectable invitation. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the smooth, black stone.

"Why haven't you drank from me as of late?" Eloise's voice was soft, a whisper against the silence.

For some reason she's been feeling a little insecure. But i'd fix that, all i needed was time.

"My darling" I replied, a slow smile gracing my lips, "I only desire to drink from you when you cum"

I heard her gasp, and i couldn't help but chuckle. Eloise wasn't used to my vulgar ways of speaking. I'd never get tired of making her flustered, i adored it.

Her lips brushed against my collarbone, a delicate featherlight touch that sent shivers down my spine.

"I cannot tell if you are needy, or simply just clever" i licked my lips, holding onto the stone edge of the tub.  Her fingers toying with my breast added another layer of pleasure to the symphony of sensation.

I felt her knee graze against my sensitive core as she straddled one of my thighs, a slow, deliberate grind sending delicious tremors through me. "Fuck Eloise" I moaned, gently dragging my nails down her smooth, delicate back.

She rested her head against my shoulder, her soft whimpers warm against my skin. I met her rhythm, a slow, tantalizing dance, and bit my lip to control the rising tide of passion.

She started to shake, her moans growing louder. "Shh my love" I pleaded, "We mustn't be overheard "

"I do not care" she breathed, defiant and exquisite. My heart swelled with affection for her stubborn spirit.

I was overwhelmed by the symphony of her being - the rapid beating of her heart, the quickening of her blood, the intoxicating wetness against my thigh. I trembled, the pleasure building to a fever pitch, but I held back, sensing her proximity to her own release.

Opening my eyes, I ran my hands up her neck before tilting her head back. My lips found the hollow of her throat. "Cum before i make you wait" I whispered against her skin, "I want to drink what is mine"

"Yes Lily, i- i'll do i- it" Her body spasmed, a wave of ecstasy washing over her. With a barely restrained growl, I leaned her back a little more, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her breast.

"Oh god,don't stop...please" she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. I drank deeply, relishing the taste of her, but as I tried to pull back, she forced my head back against her, her voice husky. "Baby, don't stop"

I drank, and drank, until my own body started to convulse, a tremor passing through me. She pushed me back, watching with fascination as I panted, my body shaking. She leaned down, her lips finding mine, paying no heed to the blood that smeared them. She pulled away, her forehead resting against mine.

Fucking hell. Her blood gave me so much power, each time i drank from her, it made me untouchable. She gave me more strength than i've had in decades.

A lingering taste of copper, rich and sweet, remained on my tongue. I savored it for a moment before leaning forward and tracing my tongue along her lips, a slow, tender caress that wiped away the last traces of blood.

Eloise whimpered and desperately sucked on my tongue. I pulled away, trying to regain my composure "You are trouble" I smirked, trying to catch my breath. I leaned back against the smooth obsidian stone, trying to control myself, she couldn't handle another round, not now at least.

Eloise leaned closer, never taking her eyes off of mine. "How do you feel, my dear?" she whispered, her warm breath sending tingles throughout my body.

A shaky chuckle escaped me. "Powerful" unstoppable and vulnerable, all at once.

Her lips found my ear, a feather-light kiss. "Then surely you'll indulge my most ravenous desires? I do believe I require more food"

"You can have whatever you want" I murmured, a ghost of a smile playing on my lips. I had, after all, taken quite a draught from her sweet veins. "Just tell me what you want, and i'll get it for you"

"Could we possibly venture beyond the confines of this castle?" she asked. Her eyes swirled with blue and grey, dancing like a siren song. "Perhaps...encounter other creatures? I've grown rather curious about them"

"As you wish" I murmured, poking her nose.

We rose from the bath, the steam swirling around us like a spectral embrace.

Before the huge, ornately framed mirror, we dried ourselves, the lingering scent of rosewater from the bath mixing with the scent of our passion. I couldn't help but admire the sight of her, her delicate form and flushed skin, and as a reflex, I playfully smacked her bottom. I circled her, my gaze lingering on each curve of her body, the scent of her, a heady perfume filling my senses. I could smell the arousal building within her again, a potent, intoxicating fragrance.

"My little raven" I said, my voice a low rumble, "You must have food first. And rest. We cannot risk pushing you with more than you can handle"

A pout graced her lips, a beautiful, innocent expression. "Very well" she conceded, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

I slipped into a black silk gown, the soft fabric a soothing contrast against my cold skin. A red cross pendant, a remnant of my earlier life, lay against my chest. I left my hair loose, a cascade of dark hair that hugged me like a blanket. I glanced towards Eloise, who was struggling with the delicate fastenings of a light blue gown. Her cheeks were flushed, and a blush bloomed on her cheeks.

"Quit looking at me with those eyes" she laughed, her pinkish lips curving in a smile.

I tilted my head, my gaze trailing down her body. "What eyes?" I whispered, biting back a chuckle.

She blushed even deeper, her voice barely above a whisper. "Th-...forget me not, just turn around"

I playfully rolled my eyes, then turned around, continuing to suppress a chuckle. The sight of her flustered was a joy I never tired of.

Once she was ready, adorned in her lovely light blue gown and jewlery, we ventured outside, ready to explore a kingdom beyond the walls of this castle.