Page 71 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver

We indulge. We kiss, caress and embrace. We push ourselves to the brink of passion and we come. He’s only let me suck him once more since my first try, but he does it to meeverynight. I think this is unfair, but I don’t argue it. Aries is hesitant about letting me do it, so I’m happy with what I can get.

Withholding my aura while we make love has gotten easier, but a vital part of myself is being denied each time. It’s like… having an incredible orgasm but not being allowed to make a sound. Everything inside of me wants to scream. To exhale, moan and relish the feeling of our entwined bodies and how he makes me feel. I want to express my innate gratification with his essence and make my intentions clear.

But I mute myself. Making love with him is wonderful, but I’m severely restrained because I don’t want to jeopardize his health by overexposing him to my nature.

My thoughts are distracted when Aries shifts his heavy leg over me. It makes his cock rest in the curve of my ass. I inhale, tensing as my heart-rate doubles.

Quietly, I’ve contemplated this in the deepest recesses of my mind. But I’ve also been too shy to ask him about it. We’ve been comfortably exploring each other, which, this much I’m truly grateful for. That he’s entered into this private, sensual space with me despite his rational and valid apprehensions.

But he’s never made a move to suggest that he wants more of me. Aside from me asking to suck his cock, we haven’t talked about anything. He never initiates our sexual advancements. It always comes from me.

Why? Knowing Aries, I suspect that it has to do with his usual logic—I’m a purebred with “ancient blood.” Younger. Inexperienced. He wants to respect these things and not overstep whatever invisible social or moral boundaries exist between us.

We’ve already crossed multiple lines. Why pick and choose about holding back now?

“Are you awake?” I ask quietly. My body naturally arches into him, grazing his shaft.

“Mm… I should go.” His voice is groggy and full of sleep, but he doesn’t move. Several seconds pass and he remains lazily wrapped over me like the most divine quilt.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” I say, dazed as I arch more. I close my eyes and revel in this gentle, teasing sensation. The length of him rubbing against the dip of my ass. This delicious friction.

My breath catches when he clamps down, gripping my stomach so that I can’t move.

“God in heaven—would you stop squirming?” he groans, but kisses into the curve of my neck. I lift my chin against the pillow, wishing with every inch of my soul that he would bite me. For his fangs to elongate, break my skin and pull to his complete satisfaction.

I’d give anything. Everything.

“I might be okay if you stopped rubbing your ass into me,” he argues in between kisses. “How am I supposed to leave when my young master is behaving with such enticing unrestraint?” As he leans down to lick me, his hand slides lower. Soon he grips my shaft and I push into him again, clenching my eyes shut and inhaling sharply with my lips parted. I can’t speak.

“I’ll see you next week when you return,” he says softly. “But... perhaps I should satisfy you once more before we separate? If you wish?”

“I…” The fire inside swells and fiercely rushes up my spine—wanting to push outward and be free. I force it down because I need to concentrate. I have to say this. Otherwise, it won’t be said. “Aries, could we… would you…” I swallow. How do I vocalize this?

“Yes, darling?” His grip tightens on my shaft and he playfully runs his finger along the tip. “Tell me what you need.”

“Ah—” Straining, I bend my leg so that his grip falters and I trap his hand. He pauses. I take a breath and the words rush out. “Could we do this with you inside of me? Could I please have that?”

The appeal is there, sitting stagnate between us. Shifting my head, I blink up at him.

Aries stares down at me for a long moment before he sighs.

“Oliver.”

“Yes?”

“The sun is coming up.”

“I know.”

“Which means I need to go back to my room before Camille arrives.”

“Sure…”

“And me being inside of you isn’t something to be done hastily.”

“No?”

“No.”