Chapter 133 Passion.

Chapter 133 Passion.
Lysander's POV.

Quinn and I held hands as we walked down the quiet street, our fingers perfectly intertwined. The night air was crisp and calming, and I found myself unwilling to let the moment end. I truly couldn't believe she was mine now. I didn't just like her—I was completely captivated by her.

When we reached Domenic's car, we turned to face each other under the soft glow of the streetlights. "I guess it’s time for me to take you home," I said, unable to hide the hint of sadness in my voice.

Quinn bit her lip for a moment, looking up at me with a nervous but determined glint in her eyes. "Actually, I told my parents I’d be staying at Kate's house tonight. Why don't we stay together until tomorrow?"

I felt a surge of warmth and excitement rush through me. "I would love that. Does this mean we’re heading back to Domenic's place?"

She shook her head and leaned in close, her face inches from mine. My heart hammered against my ribs. "Why don't we book a hotel for the night instead?" She moved her lips to my ear, her breath warm against my skin as she whispered, "I want to give myself to you, Lysander."

I gulped, my eyes widening in shock. "Quinn... you don't have to do that. You don't have to prove anything to me."

"I’m not trying to prove anything," she said softly, searching my gaze. "I want to. Please don't refuse me, Lysander. It would be a major blow to my self-esteem."

I looked at her, finding it impossible to resist the vulnerability in her beautiful eyes. "Okay," I whispered. "Where should we go?"

She smiled brightly and reached for the car door. "Let's get in first."

She climbed into the passenger seat while I walked around to the driver's side, my mind racing. I was a tangled mess of nerves and adrenaline—more than I had felt in years. As I started the engine, I knew that tonight was going to change everything.



We booked a fancy hotel with a really beautiful room that looks nice enough to stay for a night. I was excited and nervous. Its been years since I had sex. Vampires loved sex, but it has never really appealed to me that much. I could live without chest. But now looking at Quinn, made me realize I just haven't found the right person then.

As Quinn admired the room, I went behind her and hugged her from behind. I could feel my whole body reacting to the feel of her. I could smell her blood in her veins and I knew for sure she would be delicious. I couldn't wait to taste every part of her and bring her pleasure.

Quinn turned in my arms to face me. Her hand trembled slightly in mine as we stood in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, our eyes locked. I pulled her close, pressing my lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like everything we’d been holding back. Her fingers slid up my chest, gripping my shirt as she leaned into me, soft moans escaping between our mouths.

I walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She sat, and I followed, kneeling between her thighs. My hands moved to her waist, sliding under her dress to feel the warm skin beneath. I reached behind and unzipped her dress revealing her black lacy bra. I kissed down her neck, sucking gently at the pulse point while my fingers unhooked the clasp and let it fall away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already tight. I took one into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over the stiff peak while my hand cupped and kneaded the other.

Quinn’s head tipped back, a breathy “Lysander” spilling from her lips. Her hands fumbled with my shirt, and soon they joined hers on the floor. She traced the lines of my chest, nails scraping lightly as she explored. I stood long enough to shove my pants and boxers down, my cock springing free, already hard and leaking. Quinn’s eyes widened for a second, "You sure this is not gonna rip me apart?"

I gulped, "well, we can always stop when you want to."

Without a word, she reached out, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and giving a slow stroke from base to tip.

I groaned, hips twitching into her grip. “Fuck, Quinn…” She stroked me again, thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of precum. I pushed her gently onto her back, hooking my fingers into her waistband and tugging her dress and panties down in one motion. She lifted her hips to help, and then she was bare before me—smooth skin, the soft thatch of hair above her pussy glistening with arousal.

I spread her thighs wider and lowered my mouth. My tongue dragged through her folds in one long lick, tasting her sweetness before focusing on her clit. I sucked the swollen nub between my lips, flicking and circling while two fingers slid inside her tight heat. Quinn cried out, hips bucking against my face. Her walls clenched around my fingers as I pumped them steadily, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. She came with a sharp gasp, thighs trembling around my head, wetness coating my tongue and chin.

I kissed my way back up her body, lining my cock against her entrance. “Look at me,” I whispered. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching every flicker of sensation cross her face. She was so tight, gripping me like a fist. When I bottomed out, buried to the hilt, we both moaned. I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, then started moving—long, deep thrusts that made the bed creak softly.

Quinn wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her nails dug into my back as I picked up the pace, fucking her with steady strokes. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. I reached between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles in time with my thrusts. Her second orgasm hit harder; she clenched around my cock, crying my name as her body shook. The rhythmic squeeze pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came with a low groan, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside her.

We stayed tangled together afterward, breathing hard, sweat-slick skin pressed close. I brushed damp hair from her forehead and kissed her softly. “Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Thankfully you didn't tear me apart. You're not the good boy everyone thought you were huh?"

I smiled tracing her lips, "not right here in bed with you. I still need to mark every part of you and taste every part of you Quinn. Including your blood."

Her eyes widened, "you want to drink from me?"

"Only if you want to." I assured.

She looked reluctant. "Well, won't it hurt?"

I smiled, "no it wont. Its actually going to be pleasurable."

In answer, she smiled, eyes shining, and pulled me down for another kiss, our bodies still joined as the night stretched ahead of us.