Page 126 of Vampires of Eden

He whispers my name on an exhale in a quiet, strangled breath. The sound of it stokes the already burning fire in my belly and chest.

This beautiful golden prince. Always so neatly put together on the surface. Dressed to perfection and clean cut. Minding the rules and doing what he’s told.

And yet, he’s here. Against every strict expectation, showing me all of his broken pieces. His heartache, tears and pain. In this far away cottage surrounded by mountains, his nature is lovingly melted outward, seeking and coveting me.

Offering itself tome.

The strange magnetism hovers around us as I stroke and pull. Losing myself to the delicious friction of us in my palm. The slick, sensual goodness of his cock pressed and rubbing against mine. Alexander’s hands caress my hips and down to the curve of my ass inside my underwear. He grips me, squeezing and encouraging my movement.

The air feels like silk and satin against my skin and our mouths are playful. Our kisses are needy as we push, lick and pull, as if we’re wrestling, over and over again and neither of us cares about winning because the match is too good to call. Too amazing to stop.

I pull up from his mouth and inhale sharply as the rhythm of our movement peaks and burns in my groin. It spreads like glimmering heat into my belly—across my chest and up my spine to my brain. His essence perfumes the air like oranges and sunshine and I groan, absorbing every sensation.

His hands on my body.

His hardness and wetness.

His aura and scent.

I let it overtake me and it does. Sending me to a place filled with soft color and light. Ethereal pinks, lilacs and blues all swirling and frothy like sunset clouds as I close my eyes.

The pleasure and goodness of his essence resonates so profoundly within my core that I shudder as I submit to the release. Alexander’s palms grip my hips and ass tighter and his frame stiffens, His body relinquishes to the pressure and tension of our efforts. To this love that we’ve chaotically made.

Dizzy with pleasure, I remove my hand from in-between our bodies and collapse onto him. Into him and the mess of our mutual release on his designer pajamas. Before I can gather my senses, he holds me and flips our positions. The action surprises me, but in a euphoric way, like I’m floating and being settled back down onto a bed of cotton.

Alexander hovers above me with his striking eyes alighted and focused. Evocative and intense. I shift, tugging at my twisted underwear because I want them off. As if he’s read my mind, Alexander lifts, then swiftly works the material down my thighs and legs until I’m free. When he lies back down, he’s cradled between my thighs and flush against my groin.

I lift my arms and embrace him around his shoulders, breathless and blissful in the silence. I feel as if I’m high as he works his way down my jawline and into the curve of my neck. He sucks me there, puckering my skin with his mouth and another hard shiver rattles my spine.

Raising my chin, I close my eyes and speak quietly. “You want me.”

He raises his head. His voice is a warm whisper against my mouth. “Yes.”

I open my eyes, meeting his radiant gaze as I exhale a sigh.

No more bullshit.

“You have consent.”

I tense, preparing myself for an argument. For him to sit up, run away and explain all the reasons why he—why we—shouldn’t do this. Why we shouldn’t take things this far.

To my utter surprise and relief, he does not.

Without another word, he leans into the concave of my neck. Alexander laps his tongue in a long wanton stroke, then bitesdown. The moment his incisors break my skin, a long-forgotten torrent of heat and light pulses behind my irises and I gasp. It comes and goes so fast, like the powerful spark of a lightbulb burning out.

Before I can contemplate it thoroughly, I’m flooded with the luscious, melting sensation of Alexander’s affections. The hidden depths of his heart and soul.

He is in love with me. Unquestionably.

He loves me like a haunting and complex melody. A symphony that speaks to both his darkest and brightest parts. Perhaps, even the gray areas in-between. Elegant, masterful and lovely. Emotional and moving.

Alexander appreciates me in this way. As if I’m an expressive song that he always wants to hear. His favorite song.

His emotions soothe the incessant itch deep inside of me. Coating it like a healing balm. Like warm honey. He feeds from me and tears well up in my eyes as I grip the back of his head and shoulders. I’ve never… No one has ever expressed such profound sentiments?—

A familiar jingle cuts through the atmosphere and we both start. Delicately, Alexander stops feeding, then swiftly licks the wound before raising his head. His hair is wild and his face is completely reddened. His eyes bewildered.

My heartbeat pulses violently as I blink up at him. Half awestruck and half dazed. “Y-your phone?”