Chapter 89: Reclaiming My World

Vincent

I carried her to our bed and laid her down gently. Any physical traces of Peter had healed, and now it was time for me to heal her invisible wounds. I should have let her kill Peter when he came to try and claim her because of fucking Vicky, but I adhered to Horde Law. Never again! From now on, we will rewrite history because together, Nelly and I control the fate of the Dark Ones. If vampires want to create full-blooded progeny, then they will have to rely on us. Whether the experiments caused a mutation or simply fueled one that was already there, I don’t know. But I will find out. No one will be a lab rat unless they volunteer or try to touch my family. After I talk with Nelly about it, I will talk with Quinn and Alec because, besides my wife, they are the only people I trust.

But for now, I plan to make love to my wife, but I want to tease her a bit first. She had done it to me, and it lifted my spirits. Now I will do the same for her. I kissed her before I pulled back, kneeling on the bed between her legs. "You want this, Nelly?" I asked, my voice a dark promise.

She nodded, her eyes locked onto my cock. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. How she looks at me is a dark gift that will never cease to turn me on.

"Then ask for it," I commanded, my voice a whip crack.

Nelly bit her lip, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I want you to fuck me, Vincent," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of desire raging within her.

Now that is the woman who has consumed my soul. I smiled, a slow, predatory smile that promised nothing but pleasure and pain. "As you wish, my love," I whispered, descending upon her like a dark angel. My fangs, now fully extended, gleamed in the soft light, a wicked promise of the ecstasy I would bestow upon Nelly. I began at her ankle, my fangs tracing a path up her calf, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Nelly gasped, her body tensing at the unexpected sensation, a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. I paused, my eyes meeting hers, a silent challenge because I can feel her. I can feel the pleasure that she feels from my touch. I want to see how far I can take both of us.

I growled my approval, my fangs continuing their path, trailing up her inner thigh, leaving a tingling, electrifying wake. Nelly's breath hitched, her body arching as I reached the junction of her thighs, my fangs hovering over her clit. She could feel the coolness of them, the sharpness, and she knew that I could push her over the edge into a realm of pleasure and pain she had never known. I sensed her thoughts, my eyes meeting hers, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "Do you trust me, Nelly?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Then come for me," I commanded, my fangs descending, my mouth latching onto her, my tongue flicking out to tease her clit. Nelly cried out, her body convulsing as I began to draw her blood, the sensation of my mouth on her, my fangs piercing her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Nelly

I love how Vincent knows what I need. I should have never left, I should have made him talk. But somehow, I think the absence made us realize how much we mean to each other. He is my world, and I am his. Vincent's tongue moved with expert precision, lapping at my clit, his fangs still embedded in my thigh, drawing blood in slow, steady pulls that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. My hands gripped the sheets, my knuckles white with the effort to maintain control, to hold back the orgasm that threatened to shatter me. Vincent chuckled, the vibration of his laugh sending shivers through me, his fingers joining in the torment, slipping inside, filling, and stretching me. He began to move, his fingers curling, stroking that sweet spot deep inside my pussy, his tongue and fangs working in tandem, pushing me higher and higher. My breath came in short, sharp gasps, my body tensing, my muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought me to the brink, then pulled back, denying me the release I so desperately craved.

Vincent lifted his head, his mouth glistening with my blood and his saliva, his eyes gleaming with a fierce, primal hunger. His fingers continued to move inside me, slow and steady, building me back up, pushing me towards the edge once more. I whimpered, my body arching, my hips moving in time with his hand, seeking that elusive release. Vincent watched me, his gaze intense, his jaw clenched with restraint. "Beg me, Nelly," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Beg me to make you cum."