Chapter 21 - Beating Heart

Chapter 21 - Beating Heart
~ Rexcord ~



“Mmmh,” Amanda answered and I took it as a yes.

Without delay, I claimed her mouth, ravished her lips that was craving for my attention. Our tongues danced, twisted and curled against each other like what Mother Nature designed.

No hesitation. No awkwardness. Nothing.

Boldly, she inserted her hands in between us to palm my chest and probably to feel if I had a heartbeat hiding there.

Unfortunately, there was none. That faint muscle working last night had died the moment I regained my blindness. A rather surprising development that needed answers, I know, but for now, I’ll have to defer asking it.

I had a more pressing matter to do and that was to give her my birthday gift. What that would be depends if she’ll spread her legs.

I hope she’ll spread her legs.

I didn’t like the distance between my chest and her breasts so I took her hands out and placed them in the sides.

“Be a good woman and stay still for me, Amanda,” I said, parting a little from her lips. “It’s your birthday today. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

Amanda moved to trace my jaw with kisses.

“You had your way with me last night, Cord. You don’t expect me to be still and not explore you.”

Her hands escaped my hold. One hand rushed to feel the hardness of my abdomen, the other wandered down to feel my erection.

I groaned. What an assertive young witch she is.

“In due time, you will,” I said, my eyes landing on her flushed form with lust. “I just want to give you your gift.”

“Lovely.” She grinned and stared at me with caution. “What is it?”

I smirked at that.

“Here, let me show you.” I fastened one arm on her back, the other, I hooked under her knees and as if she was weightless, I lifted her up to the cushioned platform of the tub without a heads-up. She gasped, surprised, and hurriedly tossed her arms over my head, afraid that she might fall.

“Cord, what are you-”

And then I claimed her mouth again. I couldn’t get enough of her lips, couldn’t get enough of her in totality. I might well call myself a vampire under her spell, under her charms. I might well call myself a hopeless case for craving such a woman like her.

I had sampled many women before. Centuries ago. An experience that I cannot boast for those acts were all lust and hunger of blood alone.

With Amanda, I feel enlightened. Complete. Always on a high. I feel human again with her, figuratively speaking and maybe, in literal terms too because I really did turn into a human last night. Right after ingesting a good volume of her blood.

Again, it was a discovery that needed answers, so I made a mental note to ask her that later.

Once settled, she moaned against my mouth when I ran my fingers in between her thighs. I parted the lips of her pussy and immediately encountered wetness there.

Just the fucking effect that I wanted.

“Spread your legs wider for me, my witch,” I requested, leaving her mouth with a bite in the bottom lip.

She did, making room for me to position myself in the middle, my knees now submerged in the bubble-filled sitting area of the tub.

“This is crazy,” she expressed breathlessly, looking at me with a little bit of hesitation. “Arissa, she’s in the next room. She’ll know.”

I paused, looked at her and chuckled. “Don’t worry, I sent her away. Or more like, she sent herself away the moment I entered your chamber.”

And cue in Amanda’s adorable rolling of eyes. She always pulled this off whenever she was with Noman. Such a rare sight to see. I wouldn’t have witnessed this if I wasn’t observing her, just hiding behind the shadows of the rooms she went like the library, the gym, her chamber, and the gardens. Cunning of me, I know, but she didn’t need to know that little secret of mine. Yet.

“Huh, and I can only imagine how that worked well for you,” she said, brushing my hair with her slender fingers.

I, continuing where I left off, glided my nose to her cleavage, smelling and basking in her sweet scent.

“It did,” I answered, voice low and hypnotic. “I want you by myself, Amanda. No one wouldn’t want to cross with me.” Then I paused and thinned my eyes. “Or...you can just control yourself from moaning so that nobody could hear.”

Biting one taut nipple, she let out an erotic gasp. “Ahhh!”

“There, see?” I said, putting pressure on my biting and licking and sucking.

“Hell, I can’t...I can’t Cord.” She shook her head and bit her lips once again.

Her answer pleased me. I would want for her to moan, shout, whimper my name and sing praises of it as I pleasured her. I want to hear her voice since my damned sight kept much of the fun away from me.

Moving further, I moved down where her bundle of pleasure-filled nerve-endings converged.

“You are so sensitive here,” I said as my fingers played with her wet walls.

She arched her back and pressed her head against the tiles.

“You..hh...you think?”

I leaned low and using my elbows, I spread her legs wider.

The cradle of life, I’ve heard many humans say that when they refer to a woman’s pussy.

Right now, as I stared at it in awe under the bright yellow chandelier light, I definitely could agree with them. Holy fuck, I felt myself reborn again.

And with my fingers touching it, the scene looked even perfect. Enough to make me almost cum.

“Let’s see how you sing when my tongue touches this,” I said and without a shit’s delay, I plundered Amanda in her raw form.

“Ahhhh! Cord!” she voiced out, her hands grabbing my head as if to push me away.

But I held my ground. “Easy now. I am just getting started, Amanda.”

“Fuck,” she scowled, but a scowl mixed with an erotic face.

I grinned at this. I’ll make it so good that she’ll get addicted to me.

Continuing my intent, I nibbled on her swollen nub, licked it up and down, side to side and for the final touch, stretched my tongue longer to dip inside her.

“Mhhmm...” she whimpered, breathless. “Shhh...it, for a blind...man...you sure know wh...hh...ere...my pleasure spots a..hhh..re.”

“It’s a talent,” my voice came out a bit muffled, but she still heard it right.

“A talent not wasted,” she answered.

With a hungry growl, I violated every inch of her, ravished her walls and drank her honey spill. All she did was moan and protest and moan again, her words rich with a string of curses I never expected would leave from her mouth.

Shit. Fuck. Holy fuck. Holy mother of vampires. And, “Ahhh!”

Such a noisy witch, but I enjoyed every decibel of it.

Especially when she cried out more, her voice overflowing with orgasmic notes when she finally hit the peak.

It was melodious to hear.

Slowly, my mouth climbed up to her navel, sticking my tongue out to leave a trail of tingling sensations. Amanda panted hard, her belly moving up and down fast. I heard her heartbeat, it was wild against her chest, pounding so hard I was in a split-second afraid it would burst.

“I want to fill my cock inside you,” I declared, unable to control myself anymore. The tightness in my pants was just too much to bear.

“Shit, are you asking permission again?” Amanda replied, and if I wasn’t mistaken, I think she just pulled a displeased look.

Really, such a straightforward woman she is.

I chuckled.

“Just playing the gentleman.”

“Then drop it Cord.” She hooked her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss on my throat. Goosebumps immediately erupted in my arms. I never thought that she’d elicit such an effect on me.

Dammit! What had she done to me?

I groaned and on impulse, nudged my bulge against her center. “I’ll fuck you hard then,” I announced.

“Do it,” she, in a breathy fashion, replied.

Not a second more, I ordered my shadows to dissolve my pants away - a skill that I just found very convenient.

Without guiding the head, I rammed my cock inside her. We both gasped in unison at the feel of it.

So full.

So tight.

We fitted perfectly.

“Fuck, you’re eating me whole, Amanda.”

“More,” she groaned, her eyes in pure ecstasy.

My right hand moved to support her waist, while the other stretched up against the tile to assist my second thrust.

“Ahhh!” she gasped, her head tossing back.

A clear view of her neck got my attention then. My fangs immediately stretched, but I clenched my teeth and controlled it. Blast it, I can’t bite her just like an animal without her expressed permission. I’d prefer to starve myself for years than take her blood by force.

“Cord, more...” she whimpered, and that erotic voice took my focus away from her neck.

I thrust hard into her again, and again, and again, all the while she shouted for another string of curses and ahhs.

Her fingernails scratched my chest and back, left a little sore line on it, but it didn’t bother me. Heck, it was one that I welcomed even.

We kissed again, mouths molding into one. I fucked it good just like I fucked her core.

Hard.

Very hard.

Until we both reached our climax.

Amanda tore her mouth away and cried out her passion, so loud that I bet the cleaning staff in all four corners next to her room could hear.

I myself grunted and groaned, ejaculating everything inside her, my hips straining in the process. Condoms weren’t needed since vampires couldn’t procreate, but a wild memory crossed my mind in a second, and it was what happened last night.

Shit. Could it be possible then? I did turn into a human and that lasted until her blood’s effect wore off. Safe sex was the last thing on my mind that time. Even now.

Maybe it’s possible that...

Dammit.

No.

I shook my head to clear my uninvited thoughts. I don’t want to entertain that notion for now. Let time be the judge of it. Something that I and Amanda have for both being unnatural. I, a vampire and she, a witch.

And speaking of that...

Honestly, I never imagined that Amanda would let me have her again. Last night, we may have been clouded by our uncontrolled desire that we weren’t able to stop, but now, our minds were clear to see the consequences ahead of us. Darkness didn’t hide our faces. It didn’t hide the emotions in our eyes. Yet, we both didn’t stop. We risked it again.

“I thought you’d bite me, but you didn’t,” Amanda stated as she pressed the tip of her nose against my cheek.

Her heart was a little calmer, her breath slowly turning even after a full minute of just staying silent, savoring our post-orgasmic bliss.

I pulled myself apart, including my semi-erection despite not wanting to, and cupped her face with both of my hands.

“Know that it wasn’t easy to control myself Amanda. I wanted so much to bite you,” I answered in all honesty.

“Do you want to bite me now?

I sensed her stare on me, on my blind eyes; it was with so much yearning that I asked, “Are you asking me to bite you?”

She nodded. “I want to confirm something Cord.”

“Hmmm,” my curiosity meter shot up, “what is it?”

“I want to see if your dead heart would beat again.”

Her answer made my brows arch, stunned. I know she meant it in a literal way, but dammit, for the first time ever in my abundant life, something inside me changed. Something warm and good and human-like. It was refreshing.

My eyes softened as I looked at her.

“Amanda...I...my...heart...”

But...

I paused and instead hissed silently.

My dead heart had already started beating even without your blood.

I wanted to say that but refrained. I’m no cheesy man. I’m not a romantic too. I’m no poet. I don’t even know how to use metaphors. I’m not even sure if they were the right words to say. They were what I believed to be the right words to say but holy shit, I’m not even sure if I should believe myself.

Fuck. Am I even making sense?

“I...I want to confirm it too,” was all I said in the end.

“Bite me Cord.” She angled her head to the side and gave me a clear, unobstructed view of her neck; her wet, sticking hair all swept at the back.

I watched as her pulse throbbed against her skin. It was tempting me, calling me and so, without delay, I gave in to the temptation.

I bit her for the third time.

The back of my eyes felt hot the moment her sweet, addictive blood touched my tongue. I sucked and sucked, drawing out the crimson red liquid from her system.

She shifted under me, moaning, her legs clamping on my waist as the euphoric sensation made itself known. This always happens whenever a vampire bites his victim. The first bite gives pain, but I and Amanda had passed that. I helped her cross that ordeal last night with flying colors and wet fingers.

Mixed with the grays and white outlines in my cursed eyes, bluish sparks appeared. Then, it changed into gold for a split-second and consequently turned clear.

My normal vision followed.

It was my cue to stop. Stop from taking too much of her blood. If I don’t, I’d probably make her comatose.

Her arms around my back loosened and so did mine from her head and shoulder. We withdrew a few inches away and gazed at each other with renewed longing.

“Cord...”

She placed a hand against my chest where that important muscle lay and felt for a sign. A beating sign.

I did too, but I didn’t close my eyes. I chose to relish the vision of her still naked, sitting in the tub platform, open for me.

Minutes later, our expression turned sour, disappointed that the beating never came.

“No,” I ground out.

“How come?” Amanda looked at me in confusion.

I inhaled and stared at the healing wound in her neck.

“It must be because the blood I took wasn’t enough,” I answered, raising my right hand up to touch the faint pinpoint blemish.

“Then, drink more,” she urged. I frowned when she, without hesitation, angled her face again.

“No.” I shook my head immediately, clenching my teeth and holding my fangs back. “No, Amanda. I can’t. I won’t. I already took a lot of it last night. You’ll die of anemia if I were to do that again.”

“But I want to feel your heart Cord,” she rebutted.

“My heart doesn’t matter.”

“But to me, it does!”

My human eyes rounded when I heard it. Heck, I’m not going to assume anything. I am not going to assume that she...with those words...that she’s feeling that certain emotion for me.

I moved back to submerge half of my torso in the tub, but my attention was still glued on her.

Face flushed with determination, Amanda then went on. “Cord, what happened huh? Tell me. I want to know. I want to know how you became a vampire.”