This didn’t feel disorienting. It felt… magical.
Magical, and intimate.
“Declan,” I whispered.
He squeezed my hand in response.
“Please don’t stop,” I murmured. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
A soft growl vibrated through his throat into my thigh. He rubbed my clit a little faster, and my muscles tightened. I grinded closer into him, giving him more leverage, giving him all of me.
“Please,” I moaned again, “please fuck me harder.”
His fingers curled harder into me, rubbing my G-spot as ferociously as he had a few moments ago.
“Yes.” My voice came out as practically a whine. “Just like that. Oh my god, yes.Yes.”
Another groan that almost resembled a growl rumbled in his throat, and he moved even faster. Like he was insisting I scream louder. As though he demanded I enjoy this more and more, and I did.
Each time he pressed in harder, each time he curved his fingers deeper, my moans loudened, and my pleasure intensified until finally the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt took hold of me.
It was like my entire lower half contracted. My clit throbbed, and my cunt clenched, and I screamed so loud I was surprised my neighbors didn’t call the cops. Legs trembling, breaths so hard and fast I was only seconds from fainting, I dug my fingers in his hair and found my arousal in the fact that he was inside of me and my blood was inside of him than I ever knew I could. I never imagined that thought could turn me on, but it ignited something within me in a way nothing else ever had.
When the contractions finally ceased, Declan eased out of me and released his bite on my thigh. His eyes came to mine, and he lifted the corner of the blanket to the spot where his mouth had just been.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered. “You feel so good, please. Please give me more.”
His eyes came to mine, and a pride filled smile lifted his lips. “Another day, sweetheart.”
“Please?” I squeezed his hand. “I want you.”
He let out a faint laugh, holding one hand over my bleeding thigh as he took my cheek with the other. His lips lowered to mine. He kissed gently for a long moment. “I drink any more than I already have, and we might need to get you a transfusion. Just relax for now. Let me get you to your bed.”
My doe eyes slid between his. “Are you going to stay with me?”
Declan’s smile widened. “If you want me to.”
I smiled back, nodding.
* * *
My head floated up and down with the slow rise and fall of Declan’s breaths. I’d thought he’d fallen asleep until he twirled a chunk of my hair between his thumb and forefinger. I wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what.
Maybe this was one of the times in life where words weren’t needed. That was rare, from my experience. I loved words. Speaking through things, reading them strewn out on a sheet of paper, making sense of sensations with descriptors.
But right now, I didn’t know how to describe what was bubbling within me, so maybe the silence was best.
It was, simply, peaceful. I wasn’t sure if it was the rush of the orgasms, the blood loss, or the talk that’d led to both. But I felt calm, and I didn’t understand why.
Part of me wanted to think about it until it made sense, but the other half of me said not to. To embrace this moment of tranquility.
Declan’s lips touched my forehead, thumb brushing my hip. “Do you feel alright?”
“A little lightheaded, but yeah, I’m good.” I gave a smile and turned up to meet his gaze. “How doyoufeel?”
He smiled back, combing hair behind my ear. “Happy.”
That made my chest warm.