Enamoured

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- warning ⚠️
|| an: I don't know if you notice this but there's a hidden chapter in Chapter 34 (there's a sign there but I don't think anyone noticed lol). Before you do anything, let me warn you, if you're below 18 or a prude (I don't mean this in a sarcastic way, I know some people really do feel uncomfortable reading sex scenes), don't read this, just know that they (Vlad and Avery) had sex. But if you don't mind reading explicit content, this author is more than happy if you read this chapter ||

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For pleasure-seekers, those who've PMed me, asking for #Vlavery hot scenes,
this one for you! ♥

시작합시다 ~!

I kept my eyes closed for a heartbeat longer before pulling away. My eyelids fluttered open and my heart skipped a beat as I stared into those dark green eyes. Love, passion, and affection lied from beneath those hooded lids. This love was real.

Not that I'd ever doubted it before but seeing all the emotions engraved in those eyes, I knew that this man loved me and for that reason alone, it was enough. We didn't need a bond to clarify our connection because with or without bond, it was still there and it grew stronger day by day.

"Avy," he whispered softly.

My whole body shivered. Not because we were up in the mountain at night and it was cold but because there was something in his voice that caught my attention, holding me in its grasp. Something I'd only heard once when I'd gone back from the Underworld after being resurrected. Something in the way he'd said my name. Just like that time, there was the same desperation and urgency in his voice.

Vladimir's lips found mine, gentle but demanding. His lips brushed across mine and I opened to him, as it was getting harder and harder to resist the pull of desire curling my toes. The tip of his tongue touched mine, then he drew it inside his warm mouth. He certainly took his time in kissing me, drawing out the pleasure with the slow, lingering caress of his lips and tongue that left me wanting more and more. With each touch, each flick of his tongue, I felt the flutterings in the pit of my stomach, tiny spasms of need that were building from underneath. Even as he pushed my back against the tree, entwined our fingers, and pinned my hands by the side of my head, I found my lips clung to his as his tongue gently plunged inside, then retreated, teasing me with each touch and caress.

Right when he tilted his head to one side, delving deeper into my mouth, a breathless moan I barely recognized as my own escaped from my mouth. His palm slid to my side, and he stroked my bare ribs, sinking his thumb into my navel.

I wanted more, so much more. I didn't care if it was not the right time and place. The urgency was there, the need to be united as one was unbearable.

Although the idea of having sex in the wood, like what Caroline and Klaus had done in The Vampire Diaries, was appealing, I was not a vampire and the thought of the tree rubbing my back and so many insects around freaked me out. Forced by common sense, I summoned the will to detach myself from him. He looked at me, confused.

I smiled, slowly and seductively. Letting one of my fingers trail down the edge of his jaw, I whispered, "not here."

Taking his hand, I led us back to the tent. Oddly (or luckily), both Klas and Spyridon were nowhere to be found, almost as if they knew the young lovers needed some privacy.