Dark Angel 💀 {Erotic Vampire Adventure}

Chapter 14 - 2015, One Year Ago

"Come back to bed baby." Christian's seductive voice calls out.

I'm in his kitchen wearing only my boxers and a bra checking my crappy clamshell phone. I know everyone out there has smartphones, and I know I'm a little slow on the adoption scale, but my shitty phone reminds me of a bygone age.

Now I'm not trying to lecture anyone on tech etiquette (techiquette?), but I don't understand the human need to be constantly uploading every second of their lives to the internet. But then again, you're never going to see a vampire taking a picture of their next meal for their Instagram followers. #VampireProblems

"Sorry, Gavriel just texted me." I tell him padding back into the bedroom.

"Well tell him to fuck off." He says with a grin spreading across his handsome face. "I'm not finished with you yet."

Before I can even come up with a smartass remark, Christian's hands have encircled my waist pulling me down on to his huge bed. The fine thread count of his sheets feel like silk as he pushes me up into the center of the mattress. His arousal is clearly visible by the bulge in his designer briefs, and it's turning me on. Slowly, like a cheetah stalks its prey, he crawls over me his eyes hungry as they watch mine.

Using his arms he hovers just inches above my body, teasing our mutual lust until we are both on the brink of giving in. My eyes are fixed on his beautiful face, studying the arch of his cheekbones, the clean line of his nose, the curl of his lashes, and finally his soulful azure eyes that I can get lost in. Both of us are breathing in and out, our minds intoxicated with each other's scent.

Christian lowers his head, while being careful to keep his body from touching mine, to brush his lips behind my ear. The sound I make is instinctive as I writhe with the shiver it sends down the length of my body. He doesn't stop, his lips feathering over the skin of my neck because he knows it drives me mad.

I don't remember when or how my hands tangled themselves in his hair, but I'm massaging his scalp while he teases my senses. When he's done with my neck, Christian trails down my collarbone towards my breasts, a favorite spot of his. The throaty groan he gives while kissing my pert left breast sends another flutter through me.

I let my hands travel down his muscled back to rake my nails across the skin and he arches his neck upward with pleasure. Yet somehow he still manages to hover over me letting the desire build until the air is thick. It's not until my hands lightly trail his rippling stomach to his groin that he loses his almost perfect control. Then he brings his body down, his pelvis pressing into mine with a need that borders on desperation.

"God you feel so good." He moans as he rubs against me.

"I need you." I answer, my voice ragged.

"Bea." Christian moans his hands finding the clasp on my bra.

He lifts me upright until I am straddling his lap and with his hands firmly on my back I grab his face to guide his mouth to mine. I've never kissed anyone but Christian, but I'm positive there never will be a need to try anyone else. Our lips move in perfect sync as our hands grasp and pull each other's flesh. Christian's ragged sighs and my throaty noises spur us on, both of us lost in the moment.

Somehow we manage to peel our remaining clothing off to marvel at the other. Christian's strong body is long and masculine and I can't get enough of the sight of him. We stare openly our eyes flashing with the desire neither of us can control.

"You're beautiful." He whispers as his hands cup my face to pull me in for a kiss.

I couldn't answer if I wanted. My emotions and hormones too tangled up now to even make sense of the words I want to string together. So instead I moan in reaction to the waves of heat coursing through my body, or at least I think I did because Christian is now a man possessed.

"I love you, Beatrice." Christian's voice is ragged.

"I love you." I mumble into his neck, too afraid of my own feelings to say it out loud.

We love leisurely both of us rising and falling in tandem to the sounds of our passion. The moonlight peeking through the curtains highlights us both in silver and blue as we tumble and push each other towards ecstasy.