The agony slowly began to be replaced by something else. I felt his lips against my neck, firm pulls from his mouth, and the overwhelming knowledge that I was suddenly, acutely, necessary to the man in my arms. He still held me in his grip but it no longer frightened me. It thrilled me. I grabbed his wide shoulders, digging my fingers in, holding him to me, twining my legs with his as I sought to somehow be still closer to him.
Vincent made a growling noise that also sounded like a guttural moan coming up from the very depths of his soul. In my dreams and all my imaginings of what a supernatural creature might be, I’d never thought of a man, cast in perfectly muscled marble as he was. He was warm and my temperature rose rather than declined as I would have expected when my blood was being drained. It felt like what an out of body experience must be.
He drew harder on my neck and I could actually picture rivers of blood leaving my body and flowing down his throat. Inexplicably, this didn’t bother me in the least. The sharp craving for more sensations roared over my skin and when he reached between us and wrapped his long fingers around my cock, a cry burst from my lips. Two long strokes were all it took to bring me off. My climax hit like a freight train, blasting through my body, and exploding through my senses. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect as my entire body convulsed in his arms as I came apart in his tight grip.
Rivers of semen shot from my cock and he gripped me hard, jacking me through it as I opened my mouth and tried to gulp in air. I couldn’t breathe but it didn’t even seem to matter. If I died here and now, I would have welcomed it. If a death could ever be beautiful, this was the one I’d always envisioned. My orgasm went on and on and on as blood drained from my body. My cock slid through his tight fist as he stroked me through the most intense climax of my life. My mind ceased all rational thought. All I wanted was more and more... and more.
I felt weak when he finally lifted his mouth, licking over what I imagined must be small holes in my neck, and looked at me. His eyes, once a beautiful topaz gold, were darker, richer, with a tinge of red swirling in the pupils. My rational mind couldn’t immediately comprehend what I was looking at, but it strayed to one word…
… magic.
Magic is what had happened here. In this vampire’s arms, as a source of nourishment and sustenance to his body, my blood had renewed his life and in so doing, I’d become one with him. My God, how could this be? I watched his eyes grow darker as his mouth turned up at the corners. While the small smile remained at his mouth, all I could think was that I had been the one person he’d needed. I’d given him what his body required and the simple knowledge of that was magic.
I’d done this for him.
Vincent reached up and carded his fingers gently through my hair, sliding his gaze over my face as though in worship of my sacrifice for him. I’d never felt anything like it before. That momentary agony of his first strike had fled my mind, replaced with a deep sense of belonging and peace, the kind that only follows an event greater than anything that can be put into easy words. My body, still feeling the small fluttering of distant aftershocks, didn’t feel weak. In fact, I knew that I’d stopped bleeding, the pain in my neck was no more, and the delicate structures under the skin were already healing.
He broke our gaze to lean toward me, brushing his lips against mine. Somehow, they felt plumper, warmer, and healthier. I couldn’t explain the change in him. Whereas before the feeding he’d been gorgeous, beautifully made all over, and handsome beyond measure to me, now he was absolute perfection. Any lines in his face were gone, his eyes shone brighter, and color was high in his cheeks. It had to be because of what my blood had done for him.
Vincent kissed me softly, reverently, deeply, sighing against my mouth. We lay there for long minutes until he finally pulled back… but not too far. He leaned his forehead against mine, looking deeply into my eyes for a full minute before finally pulling back. I tightened my grip around his waist, needing him close, feeling almost vulnerable, something I’d never felt after sex before. Though he hadn’t been inside of my body during the feeding, I felt as though I’d been claimed in every sense of the word.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, Romeo.”
I was speechless. What did one say to the vampire when he just fed on you? “Do you feel…” I paused, unable to know the correct question to ask here.
“I feel stronger, Romeo, but there’s more to it. I can’t explain this part since I’ve never explained it to anyone before.”
“What do you mean there’s more to it?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m not sure but there’s something about you that is very special—as I tried to explain before—I just don’t know what it is yet.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say,” I said, hesitating. “I’m somehow different from other humans who’ve fed you?”
“You mean who I’ve fed from, Romeo. No one has ever willingly given me what you did. I’ve taken it,” he said.
I frowned. “But you said I had to give you permission,” I said. “Before, you said I had to give you permission or you wouldn’t feed from me.”
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