Chapter 19 - Fangs of Pleasure

Chapter 19 - Fangs of Pleasure
POV: Amanda

I felt him tug the front zipper of my blouse. I didn’t stop him. Well, what for when I myself yearned for us to be one. Maybe it’ll be a wrong move in the end, but heck, I couldn’t care less of the consequences after. Aside from Cord’s presence making me feel complete, his touch and kisses were just too good to pass. Too delicious not to taste.

Though I’m inexperienced with the desires of the body, yes, I knew that my body wanted him. Not any other man, but only him. I’m probably the craziest witch right now for allowing the master of vampires to bed me, but to hell be it. My decision was already cemented and threaded in every fiber of my being. Our status as enemies all but set aside.

My blouse finally opened, showing the valley of my breasts quaking for him. My lacy brassiere had the color of black and yellow. I highly doubt he could see, but by the looks of the upward curve of his mouth, I knew then he was pleased.

“Cord...” I moaned, arching my back to give him a sign that I wanted the restraining material out of the way. It didn’t fulfill its intended function anyway since it wasn’t able to cover up my hardened nipples earlier.

He seemed to understand that then for in one unhooking motion of his thumb and forefinger, my brassiere came loose from the front.

“Hmmm...” I heard him groan, no doubt pleased again.

I felt heat creep up my face.

“Say something,” I urged in a breathy fashion, “If you don’t, I’m going to have to curse you for staying silent.”

His chuckle enveloped my dark room in response. His eyes glowed a deep red, not of anger or hunger but of lust and desire. The concentrated sides of it.

“Amanda, you are one unexplained mystery. I can’t wait to explore and solve you.”

“Then explore me now,” I suggested, my patience already gone.

Expecting that he’d kiss me again, I opened my mouth. When he did, I threaded my fingers along his thick mass of hair. At one time, me, in my burning state, had pulled too much of his hair. I thought he’d wince but he didn’t. He instead returned the favor and grabbed a handful of my soft curls, pressing my face even more to him.

It was a turn-on.

I felt his tongue sweep my bottom lip as if to ask for entry. I allowed him that by boldly thrusting out my own tongue to meet his.

He groaned. Again.

I felt his erect member twitch against my groin and because of this, I found my subconscious side grinning, not at all afraid of the male caliber amidst me being untouched.

His left hand wormed its way into opening my blouse fully. A cold draft met my anticipating breasts when he did so. I gasped, but not because of the coldness of it, but because of his hand consequently cupping me skin on skin. Massaging me like I’m some fine dough of pastry.

His divine thumb acted like a maestro. It made me go insane as he stroked them rough against my nipples.

Maybe... just maybe.... I might be sent to a psychiatric institution after if he uses his mouth to pleasure this part of me. Not that I am wishing Cord would, but with his mouth already making wet trails along my neck and chest, I don’t doubt my nipples will wait any longer.

“Cord...” I moaned again as he removed his right hand from my hair to snake inside my jeans. Three warm fingers consequently met the garter of my underwear.

I heard him release his usual groan, no doubt frustrated of the obstruction but excited of what lay ahead.

All I did after pulling his hair was to feel for his thudding heart - or the lack thereof - with my palms. But in the end, I wanted some skin contact too, so I shoved his trench coat back and unbuttoned his shirt hastily.

By the time I reached the second button, I felt his fingers advance. Advance down south. I bucked as new sensations filled me.

Fuck.

Cord was touching me there, and all I could do was whimper and pant and look at him in the eye with overflowing want.

“Amanda...” he breathed out. Right then and there, I felt the button of my jeans pop and the zipper slide down. “I want to see you.”

That didn’t need much explanation.

“Then bite me,” I answered, setting aside any logical reasoning that came along with my answer.

Yes, I do know what he meant when he said he wanted to see me. I know my blood was needed. And by blood meant that he’d have to bite me, which further meant I needed to runaway considering I’m a witch. A delicacy to them.

But I didn’t want to.

Hell, my body ached to be sated too much that any thoughts of leaving were just gone with the wind.

“Where?” he asked, his fingers still doing havoc on my wetness.

“Anywhere,” I whimpered. “Anywhere Cord.”

I heard him release a growl. His eyes brightened even more with red, but this time I sensed it was hunger and lust combined.

Yet I still didn’t run.

“Neck. I want your neck, Amanda,” he stated, his hot breath now grazing my ear.

I felt goosebumps erupt at the back of my neck.

“Would...would it be painful Cord?” I asked, never paying much attention that it was a silly question.

“No,” his voice lowered. “I’ll make it so that the only thing you’ll ever feel is pleasure. Intense pleasure, Amanda.”

I sucked in a deep breath. Now that’s downright sexy.

He moved a little, enough for me to see through my peripheral vision the lengthening of his fangs. It was beautiful. Exactly the same pearly white beauty I saw when he first bit me in the wrist.

When he lowered his head, I braced for impact.

This is it. This is actually it! And I can’t believe I’m actually eagerly anticipating it.

I clutched the collar of his coat, closed my eyes tight and I would have held my breath if I wasn’t panting already because damn, his fingers were still creating magic in between my thighs.

“Cord...! Ah!” I felt one finger easily slide inside my womanhood just as his fangs penetrated my skin.

White-hot pain shot through me. It was so intense that the only thing I saw when I fully opened my eyes were minute twinkling stars and not the ceiling.

I felt the solid enamels lodged in my flesh, felt his tongue flick, and heard him make a sucking motion against my neck.

Again, I should have been running away for my life but I didn’t.

Heaven strike me now, but I didn’t.

Cord was right. I didn’t feel any pain at all. When he continued to suck my blood and fuck me with his finger, all I felt were complete and utter ecstasy. Out-of-this-world if I may add.

Noman would probably throw a fiesta when he finds out I’m in this stage of intimacy. And he’d probably make that last for weeks when he finds out I’ve done it with Cord - a man he had approved so much.

Now, back to the subject, as if it wasn’t already glorious, one finger joined the other and continued to thrust deep inside making me delirious. I arched my back, but not too high for Cord’s weight on top me was restricting it.

“Cord... Cord....” I whimpered and decided to close my eyes again.

My hands left his collar and proceeded to palm his chest, expecting I’d find no beating heart there, but to my mute surprise, there was one, thudding faintly against my fingertips.

How?! How?!

I stared at Cord again, wanting to ask him how and why, but I was cut off of my intent.

He plunged in and out, slick with my juice, building up walls after walls of arousal until I finally reached it.

“Ahhh!”

Climax.

A damn good, solid one.

But he wasn’t finished. His two fingers continued at a ridiculous pace.

“Sh...it,” I groaned. “Shit! Cord!”

I grabbed for his neck, but I didn’t strangle him. I just placed an enough pressure that kept him from turning blue.

He made a low growl in response.

Those stars that I saw covering the whole ceiling seemed to rain down on me. Every brightness, every shine was the embodiment of what I felt when I orgasmed.

And come to think of it, this was still his fingers doing the fucking, how much more his...?

Truly, this was only the beginning.

Cord finally released his fangs on my flesh, but he didn’t sit up like a dog done with his meal. Instead, he caressed me. Passionately.

His tongue made wet swirling motions down my collar bone. Considering that the wetness meant a mixture of blood and saliva, surprisingly, I wasn’t repulsed by it. I loved it.

“Amanda...” he whispered as he withdrew.

I watched, panting, as his eyes brightened and turn into a familiar human-like bluish green.

His mouth, smeared a little with blood, curved into a really dashing smile. My heart might have just died and revived at the sight of it.

“I can see you now. I can see your swollen red lips,” he cited, his free hand running along my chin.

I stayed silent and still, too weak from my post-orgasmic bliss to move.

“I can see your hazels glazed with desire I always knew you had for me,” he continued, and then made a doodle down my chest.

“What healthy, captivating pinks you have.” He traced my left nipple, making a new wave of delicious sensations there. “Beautiful. So, so beautiful. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to see you in full color Amanda.”

I couldn’t help but smirk when his eyes darted down to his very wet right hand, particularly his two fingers which had momentarily made me insane.

“This is the juice of your desire for me,” he pointed out as he held his wet fingers up. “I certainly want to drink this soon.”

“Cord, you’re crazy,” I gulped, my throat turning dry in an instant.

“Ah, but I told you before,” he leaned down to meet me face to face, “crazy isn’t an enough word to define me.”

With our breaths already mixed, he captured my mouth. I scrambled to rake his hair and push his head more to me. I felt his tongue sweep past my bottom lip again. Boldly, I coaxed it in with an answering sweep of my own. He advanced, our tongues creating their own battle as a result.

The pressure of his weight on mine lifted. For a moment, I thought he would withdraw, but I felt the shuffling of his coat and shirt and I realized he was undressing himself.

Probably it took him only half a minute because he was already hovering half naked above me.

“Sit down for me, my witch,” he requested when he stopped our heady kiss. “Let me undress you.”

I did, without a second thought, pulling myself up in one strong move.

My breasts bounced free in the process. When I looked up, Cord was already venerating me with his eyes.

“You are trying my restraints, Amanda. You don’t even know how much I want to drive inside you now, hard and rough.”

I blinked many times at the crassness of his words. It was fucking sexy.

“But we are going to take this slow,” he grazed a hand on the underside of my breast and continued, “I consumed enough of your blood to last my sight until dawn. You taste so good Amanda, do you know that?”

“You make it sound like I’m your meal Cord,” I half pouted, half smirked.

“Ah, but you are my meal,” he agreed, “and I am going to devour you inside out. I am going to claim your heart and soul. I am going to do that and you will want no other man than me.”

He stripped my blouse away and tossed my brassiere on the floor.

“This twisted game we are playing, I don’t know why but I can’t back out,” I stated, leaning back down on the mattress while he pulled my jeans out.

“You are already in too deep to back out,” he answered and then aligned his body. “You can’t retreat anymore. You are mine.”

I didn’t notice him taking his own pants out, so I gasped when I felt his wicked length touching the front of my juice-soaked underwear; teasing me with its gleaming head.

“Cord...” I breathed out, throwing him a look that told how much I wanted his cock inside me.

He responded by lowering his head and suckling my right breast.

“Ahhh...” I moaned, feeling the exquisite sensation there.

Both of his hands twisted the garter of my underwear. I didn’t think twice lifting my hips up to give him ease in pulling it out.

But the unexpected happened.

He tore my underwear into two.

Huh! No surprise in that!

He stopped from suckling and straightened a bit to look at me. A ghost of a smile, or a smirk, or a sexy grin appeared then.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he stroked my swollen clit. I bucked and unconsciously closed my legs. Cord’s free hand swiftly stopped it.

“Asking permission to enter, Amanda,” he said, his eyes burning with want. The burning want that I am feeling too.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“How gentlemanly of you to ask for my permission.” My eyes were half-lidded, my head already in a daze, but still I managed to register every detail as Cord knelt in between my legs, his erection thick and drool-worthy. “Enter me, Milord Vitalis.”

With a short nod and an awfully suggestive grin, he proceeded.

He tested my wetness first, sliding two digits against the walls of my slit. I moaned at how sensual it was. Sparks traveled from there to my belly just like when he finger-fucked me. It felt euphoric.

Then, his cock’s head followed. I bit my lip in response. It was a complete, sweet torture.

My arms were limp in the sides, my legs already spread wide for him when in a split of a second, he filled me, and fuck it was to the hilt.

Pain and pleasure mixed together. I gasped, but it was cut off abruptly by his mouth.

He thumbed my clit again, rubbed it vigorously and because of that, my virgin pain abruptly disappeared. What was left was the intense pleasure of our joining.

Mouth to mouth, I whimpered, feeling his cock moving inside and out. My whole body shivered at the pure intimacy of it.

Damn, I never knew that making love to a vampire could be this good.

“Amanda, my beautiful Amanda, shout my name,” Cord, having stopped our kiss, ordered in my ear in time with his pushing.

“Cord!” And I did when his free hand cupped my breast and kneaded it.

Even with the darkness of my room, I still can see just how much his hard abdomen tightened in every plunge, see how his muscles flexed, see just how much he was making this small faces of pleasure. His vampire nature aside, he was beautiful in every way, and he was right, I really want him.

And the fact that he was dominating me in our union made me want him more.

For all this time, I was afraid of making a connection with a man. I had seen how my mother broke down, piece by piece, after my father died. She was a strong woman, a strong witch, but loving a human became her downfall. I was afraid that I would end up like her too if I were to enter in a relationship. Being able to live longer than normal humans and having to see them die before me wouldn’t be a savory thought to treasure. But with Cord as a vampire and an immortal one at that, had my perspective actually changed?

Good heavens, I think it did.

He aligned himself again, chest to chest close to me. His pleasant warmth was enough to pull me out of my thoughts. I exhaled slow and welcomed him with my arms thrown over his back.

“I want to feel your body quake Amanda. I want to feel your heart quiver when we release together,” he said, and I couldn’t be more than happy.

This thing we are doing wasn’t just a normal fucking for him. I could feel that it was so much more.

My nipples touching his chest created so many rounds of fireworks. Fireworks that exploded straight in between my thighs. I felt lightheaded, seemingly like floating in the sky when he rammed his hips some more. And more. And more. And fucking more with me introduced in at least three new marvelous positions.

It could have been minutes, maybe half an hour of foreplay, I couldn’t really count, but when we reached our peak, I knew it was it.

“Ahhh!” I gasped in time with his coarse grunts.

Cord’s legs tensed, spurts of his seed filling me inside. My walls clenched, milking him dry and yes, at that very moment, I fucking didn’t care about condoms.

Could vampires actually produce heirs? Modern vampire books said they won’t but probably I should ask him that later just to be sure.

“Amanda...” Cord gritted his teeth, lowering his head so that he could claim my mouth again.

Boldly, I pressed my palms lower than his waist and felt for his backside. Cord had one smooth, sexy backside that’s for sure.

“It seems enemies really are the best in bed,” I proclaimed, a little humor mixed in my voice. I eyed him without blinking, expecting to see him smirk down at me.

And he did.

“Beyond best,” he corrected, “worthy for a second round.” He licked my chin first, traced little kisses along the seam of my lips before he fucked my mouth again.




POV: Rexcord



Beds.

I hate them.

That’s why I preferred to sleep in my throne.

Beds reminded me of my human life before that cursed night happened. Before I turned into a creature of the dark. Though soft and wide, beds never gave me a good hell’s sleep.

But there’s always an exception.

Especially when that exception was sleeping next to me, trying to re-energize after our second union.

Or fucking.

Or making love.

Whichever I want to call it.

Amanda’s hair was tossed haphazardly in the pillow, in my chest, covering a little of my face, but it was a welcomed mess. Her skin against mine felt so damn good, more so her breasts pressed against the side of my chest and her ivory-toned leg flexed across mine.

I felt myself hard again, but I sensitively controlled it for her sake. After all, she had just been deflowered by me. Surely, she was sore and needed time to rest.

The fact that I knew I was her first didn’t help my case, but blast it, I just had to control my urge.

With so many damned years of solitude, I realized now that it felt better to have someone, a woman specifically, sleeping by my side. Especially a woman who can contend with my appetite.

Both of my appetites.

Aside from the ability I can get after I drain them, I knew witches have fine blood. I never expected they’d be good in bed too.

Ahh, but Amanda isn’t just a witch. She is my witch.

I watched as she continued to sleep peacefully, her guard finally broken down.

There must be something, something that tied us down. As per her words, we are enemies, and I definitely second that. I am just yet to fully understand as to why we have an undeniable attraction, why we can’t seem to avoid each other.

I had expected us to bicker incessantly. I never expected us to end up in bed, share the most mindless of orgasms, and snuggle like how we are now.

My eyes.

The longing to see her was too strong to just ignore.

I was surprised that Amanda allowed me to bite her that time. Surprised but ultimately pleased. After ingesting her blood, aside from my sense of sight returned, I swear I turned to a human with a beating heart. I swear I was able to breathe oxygen again for the purpose of nourishment.

But I kept these two discoveries to myself. Otherwise, if I had told Amanda this, surely she would freak out and run for her life. Maybe, one day I’ll tell her. There’s always the right time and right place for the truth.

Her, aroused, might be one of the reasons why she gave in for a bite, but I’d like to think that she had finally opened up to me. That she had finally saw me as a friend and not a foe. That she had finally realized I’ll care for her more than that bastard mage.

And speaking of mage...

That man actually had the gall to claim Amanda as a bride. Just judging from the way she acted last night, I’m sure he already sensed she didn’t approve of being betrothed. Why would he push himself to her then?

Surely, not because of love.

Fuck, I hope it wasn’t that because I certainly do not understand that emotion. It would bring me at a disadvantage.

I only know desire. Lust. I only know suffering. Darkness. I only know despair. Loneliness. I only know that I’m attracted to Amanda. Only know that I care deeply for her.

Amanda stirred as that last thought came to mind. I curved a small smile as I watched her change position, showing her bare back to me. This was one of those moments that I am glad I can see.

Her skin was blemish-free, save for two faint moles near her nape and at the crest of her shapely, half-covered buttock.

My hands twitched, wanting to squeeze that seductive part of her, but I, painstakingly playing a gentleman in bed, refrained.

Another brown that had caught my interested eye was this birthmark of some sort perching just above her left shoulder. It looked like an ancient symbol. There were two crescent moons standing opposite each other while in the middle, a perfect circle can be found. I swear I had seen this symbol before, but I couldn’t really pinpoint where with all the centuries I had lived.

Probably, I will ask Amanda about this and hopefully, she’d answer me with all honesty.

One thing’s for sure though, I know that this symbol wasn’t in her skin last night. It was after midnight that it appeared, slowly, gradually, while she slept. I had kept a close watch on this ever since and it really twisted my mind.

It must be a witch thing. Especially that she had just turned twenty-five on this fresh new day.

Like I said before, she was a woman full of mystery, and I certainly planned on discovering every bit about her. I would have wanted to start my day with that, but I groaned in displeasure when I felt a rush of wind along the long strand of my hair towards my nape.

Calvin.

For much of the time, this was how he announced his presence, or informed me that he needed my urgent attention.

I ran a hand along Amanda’s bare shoulder, brushing off some loose chocolate strands during the process, and inched myself to whisper on her ear.

“Amanda...”

Her eyelids moved a little.

I hated it that I had to leave her.

“Amanda.”

“Hmm?” she mumbled, half still in sleep.

“Something came up. I’ll be at the throne room.”

“Hmm...” she replied, but I highly doubt she registered my words.

“Stay here. I’ll return. Happy birthday.”

I gave her a chaste kiss in the neck, cheek and in the smooth round prominence of her shoulder before I sat up.

I watched her again and committed to memory every detail of her since surely, the next time I come back, I’ll be blind again.

Who knows if she still wants me to bite her then?