Page 59 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver

“We could be,” I say. “My sincerest wish is that we would have the time and space to find out.” I lift and firmly press our mouths together, then wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders. Aries reciprocates, exhaling with pleasure and making my head spin.

Something inside of me feels different. Inhabiting this sensual space with Aries has manifested a new layer of existence. I feel… more confident? Relaxed and somewhat greedy.

Initially, I didn’t think any of this was possible. I had accepted that my life would be forever void of authentic feelings like excitement and anticipation. No chance for true intimacy, love, trust or desire.

But Aries unexpectedly appeared on the horizon like a bright sunrise. He warms me all over and gives me every sensation. A comforting acceptance I’ve never known. This delight and reassurance that I feel… it gives me strength. I want to hold on to it. I want to make it into a fundamental part of my being and carry it with me always.

After a decadent string of tender but immersed kisses, he raises his head. His fingers are plunged into the back of my hair, holding me as he stares, unspeaking. He’s always like this. Quiet in these stagnant pauses where he regards me. I can sense his scrutiny. “Overthinking?” I ask.

He scoffs. “Perpetually.”

“You don’t want to do this?”

He sighs and rests his forehead against mine. “I do. Very much.”

“Then can we please stop having this conversation?” I tilt and kiss his mouth softly once more, then wait.

Meeting my gaze, he nods.

No more words are spoken, but the understanding and desire between us becomes clear as we undress—breathless and tugging at each other. When we’re both naked, he whisks me up into his arms. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and he carries me until we tumble onto the plush comforter. Our hands and lips move in sweeping brushstrokes of kisses and caresses.

My mind is aloft in a jasmine and oak paradise, practically drowning in the perfect scent of him. Aries rolls me underneath his weight, and I lift my hips into the heat and hardness of him, gasping and chasing a divine release as my essence fiercely pulses inside. It rages against my forced hold—hot, frenzied and making me delirious as I grind against him.

I need the completion of us. Unified in true ecstasy and climaxing together.

We don’t stop for coconut oil this time because the wetness of our mutual arousal helps us in our pursuit. We play and adjust—feverishly tinkering with our connection and proximity, the gaps and curves between our vertically misaligned bodies until, finally, we get there.

The moment is just as magnificent as it was last night. My legs are drawn up as Aries relaxes down atop my stomach and chest, winded and satisfied. His eyes glow like a cosmic sky.

This is fulfilling, but inside, my nature demands more from him. Not just his body, but his essence and true core. I want everything.

My head swims in a rosy haze of desire as I lift my hands. I tangle my fingers into his hair and cradle his head as we catch our breath.We want him, my nature demands, vigorously pulsating all through me.He is the one.

The burn behind my eyes intensifies as I look at him, and more than anything, I want him to feed. To pull from me and nourish himself with my blood.

I close my eyes. The words pass between my lips in a whisper, like a midnight wind sensually gliding through a thick canopy of trees. Easily. Unfaltering.

“You have consent.”

ChapterNineteen

I’ve offered myself to him.

My blood and life essence are his for the taking, if he wants me.

The enclosed space between us feels too warm. The silence is deafening as Aries’s relaxed and contented expression shifts into something sharper.

Confusion. Incredulity.

“What does that mean?” he asks.

“Consent to feed. If… you want to.”

He starts, drawing away from me and shaking his head. “No, Oliver. Rescind it.”

“But I want to hel—”

“Take it back. Now,please.”