Persephone

28. Part 1

*****WARNING******

It was expressed by some that this chapter was not wanted, if you do not wish to read anything sexual and/or you are under 18, I politely ask you to skip to the next chapter, there is nothing in the story that is necessary in this chapter!

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Alastair burst through the heavy wooden doors leading to their bedchamber and tossed Persephone on the bed. Persephone was disoriented, staring up at the ceiling as Alastair sped around the room. The last fifteen minutes of her life spurred by on repeat through her mind as she lay motionless. Her head was still a bit fuzzy from from the feeding and was left feeling cold as soon as she left Alastair's arms. Dazed, all she could do was focus on drawing air in and out, her eyes unable to focus on her fiance's movement around their bedchambers.

Within a few seconds, before Persephone could even register what was going on, the drapes had been drawn, darkening the room before several candles had been lit around the room.

Persephone felt a soft caress on her inner ankle and gasped, rising to lean on her elbows. Alastair rested between her legs, gently raising the hem of her skirt, his eyes never leaving her face.

"What- what are you doing?" Persephone stuttered out, grasping at the soft bedding beside her.

Alastair allowed a sinister looking grin to grace his face, sharp incisors peaking over his rosey lips, "Oh my darling, I'm showing you just exactly how good I can make you feel...without sipping your delicious blood."

With that he moved so his face was within inches of hers, causing her to gasp as he moved while she had blinked. Slowly, he dipped down to capture her lips with his own, an arm slipping around her waist, pressing her to his chest, allowing his other arm to circle around to undo the pearl buttons lining her back, keeping her dress in place. Taking her breath away, he managed to slip the dress of her slim shoulders, gently pulling her arms out through the sleeves before she noticed.

"Alastair?" Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper as she pulled slightly away from him.

"Don't worry, my darling, I have everything under control. Just lay back and relax."

"But-" She went to protest but became distracted by the soft assault on her neck.

Alastair's lips trailed down the column of her neck, allowing a gentle nip or graze of his tongue as he went. Stopping at what he sensed was a particularly sensitive spot, he began to suck gently, pulling her dress down her hips and off, pushing it to the side, leaving her in but a slip. His expert hands trailed up her sides from her hips to her chest, allowing a light squeeze, relishing in the gasp this caused. Pausing, he moved back to her lips to place another kiss on her lips, her eyes fluttered open to meet his now pitch black ones. This look had always frightened her, but now it ignited a fire deep within her core, causing her to shift her legs. Not missing anything, Alastair grinned.

"Patience, my love."

With this, Alastair moved down her body, pressing a line of kisses down her neck, her cleavage, mouthing over the thin fabric of the slip over her left breast before pulling her nipple between his teeth. Pulling gently out, he released it, pressing a chaste kiss to it before doing the same to the other. A small moan escaped her lips as her gaze met the ceiling as her small hands grasped at the bedding.

Alastair's hands held a firm grip on her hips, holding her attempts to wriggle around for relief, halting any movement. Kneeling between her legs once again, with her body pliant to him, he easily maneuvered her legs into a bent position, before lifting the skirt of her slip over her knees.

At this, Persephone's legs slammed shut. The cool air meeting her core abruptly bringing her to the present, realizing exactly what was happening. Before Alastair, she had only kissed someone once, never even having a boyfriend. Anxiety rose in her stomach at the thought of what this could lead to.

One of Alastair's hands closed around her ankle, rubbing soothing circles into the smooth skin there.

"Darling, you will soon be my wife,  this is just merely a small taste of what the rest of eternity will feel like. I promise we will go no further than what I know you are capable of. And trust me, I'm saving some things for when you are truly mine."

As he spoke, Alastair trailed wet kisses up her calf, meeting her knees as he finished speaking. Eyes never leaving hers, he gently pried her thighs apart, relishing in the soft flesh there, gauging the reaction on her face as he did. Sensing no objection, he moved onto his stomach, eyeing her from  between her legs. Persephone's lower lip was pulled between her lips as she watched him, supporting her upper half on her elbows.

Taking a breath, Alastair lowered his mouth to her core. A gasp left the girl's mouth as she sank onto her back, allowing herself to feel above anything else.

Alastair's tongue drew a slick line from the center of her up, ending by closing his mouth around her clit, sucking softly, causing a slew of moans to escape. His ministrations from before had left her incredibly slick, but his mouth served as extra lubrication as he teased her entrancing with a slender finger before slipping it inside. Persephone stiffened at the intrusion , causing Alastair to look up.

"I know it feels strange, but you need to relax, I don't want to hurt you."

Persephone nodded at him before turning her gaze back to the ceiling, taking a few breaths.

Alastair waited until she had relaxed slightly before moving his hand. At first there was almost no reaction, then Alastair felt her clench around him.

Continuing his motions, he moved up, pulling her slip aside, attaching his mouth to her breast, sucking softly as his finger moved in and out of her. Breathless moans escaped her mouth as her fingers wound themselves into his soft, dark locks.

"Alastair," she gasped out, unsure how to deal with this new found pleasure.

The sound of his name moaned from her lips made him growl, his manhood hardening against her thigh.

Fingers moving faster, Persephone wriggled beneath him, sensing she would soon fall apart, Alastair moved back down to her core, attaching his mouth to her clit again, sucking hard before flicking his tongue against it faster than humanly possible. With this added sensation, Persephone could not take it, the pressure building up inside her released suddenly as her vision went dark, a loud moan escaping her lips.

Alastair removed his hand from between her legs, a smile gracing his lips. Licking the wetness from his fingers, then with a quick dip, cleaning up the slickness he had caused there. Tugging her slip down around her waist again, he pulled his love into his arms.

"Good?" He questioned, pressing a kiss to her temple as he moved to pull the blankets around them.

Her response was only a hum into his shoulder, tucking herself into his side, she fell fast asleep.

A/n: heh I've never written smut before... sorry if it sucks