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Summary: You have the opportunity of a lifetime to join the corps de ballet at the Palais Garnier for 6 weeks. But this place has more mystery behind the music than you thinkâŠ
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Raoul is here đ« (itâs for the plot please trust the process lol), woo woo vibes
a/n: Hi everyone, I had this hidden in my drafts for a few months and felt it was time to share it đ€ Itâs going to be a fun ride. Please enjoy đ
Your heart beats with anticipation as you walk into the grand foyer. Itâs better than you could have ever dreamed. Warm lights dazzle the entire marble staircase, guarded on both sides with female figures holding lit candelabras. You want to dance right here in the middle of the floor, letting the imaginary music move through you, feeling your dress twirl in the air with every spin you make. Even the ceiling is spectacular. Shrouded in gold and illustrious paintings, itâs a breathtaking view.Â
This will be your new home for the next six weeks. You donât know how, but opportunity came waltzing in your door, and you had the opportunity to audition for a spot in the corps de ballet at the Palais Garnier. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would ever have the chance to dance in the most beautiful theater in Paris. You grew up in the countryside, never having the opportunity to see this place until you were in school closer to the city. Your classmates never quite understood the grandeur you saw of this place. You wanted to perform here, and only a few years later, that dream became a reality.Â
âYes, Iâm wonderful. Just taking it all in.â
âI have a meeting across town in half an hour, do you need anything else before I go?â
âNo, Iâll be fine. I just need to find the ballet mistress and head off to rehearse. When will I see you, Raoul?âÂ
âHow about tomorrow night if youâre not busy? I have a few things to talk to the managers about here, and we can have dinner together.â
âIâm never too busy for you. That sounds lovely.â
He kisses your cheek and squeezes your arm before you part ways. Now you feel truly alone. Itâs such a strange new chapter you are experiencing. You get engaged to your childhood sweetheart, but you hardly spend time together. Heâs a patron of the arts, growing different theaters and expanding access to art in Paris. Thatâs something you love about him. He understands the importance of bringing art to more people. Thatâs all you want to do in this life. You know this is your calling and couldnât do anything more fulfilling. But you wish you could have more time with him. You agreed to take his hand; no oneâs ever shown you such adoration in your life. He makes you feel safe and cared for. Another chapter will be starting once your time here with the ballet. You agreed once this is over, you two will get married at your childhood church and move here to Paris. A part of you is so excited to share a life with him; the other part is terrified of what you might lose by becoming a wife.
Treading quietly up the stairs, you try to find your way around. You clutch your suitcase in your hand and realize youâre more nervous than you thought. You earned your spot here, but you canât help but feel the self-doubt creep into your veins. Thereâs no time for that, you have rehearsal in a few hours and canât have your head thinking these things.Â
You keep wandering through the halls and find one of the doors to the theater. You pull the door open, and the sea of velvet red chairs and golden gleam greet you. Itâs the most stunning thing youâve ever seen in your life. It feels like a palace. Every inch of the ceiling is encrusted with gold crown molding and a beautiful mural painted on it. And right in the middle of it all is the grandest chandelier youâve ever laid eyes on. Thousands of crystals sparkle in the light of the theater, iridescent light shining through every angle as you move down the walkway. It feels like youâre in a dream. Every inch of this place is beyond beautiful; it's heavenly.
You make your way up the stairs of the stage and look out into the audience. There are so many seats, rows upon rows of red velvet that make you have a chill down your back. Thereâs not a soul in here, but it feels like there are all these eyes on you. All this pressure on you and suffocating the air from your lungs.Â
Breathe, you remind yourself, you need to breathe. Itâs going to be fine. You always get a little stage fright before getting on stage. And this is the biggest stage of your life.Â
Behind you, you hear some shuffling in the rafters. You shoot your head up, looking for what is making noise. Thereâs nothing but a series of ropes and rolled-up backdrops swaying gently back and forth. Itâs so quiet in here. A little too quiet.
Itâs nothing, stop freaking yourself out.Â
The sound of footsteps starts coming towards you, and you look to the left wing where theyâre coming from.
âMiss DaaĂš?â A womanâs voice calls out.
âYes?â
Dressed in all black, a woman with a braided crown at the top of her head walks with authority towards you. In her hand, she clutches a black cane and has the most perfect posture youâve ever seen. You remind yourself to straighten your back out and give her full attention.
âChristine, welcome to the opera house. Iâm sorry I didnât meet you in the foyer. Iâm glad you made yourself at home. Madame Giry,â she says warmly.
âYes, I took some time to explore. This place is just wonderful. Iâm truly so grateful to be here.â
âWeâre glad to have you. Come, let me show you your room so you can set your things down.â
She gives you a small tour and shows you where you will be staying. You are to share a small room with her daughter, Meg, while you stay here. She informs you that rehearsals will begin in an hour, so it would be best if you changed and got ready. She leaves you, and you open your suitcase up to unpack a little. You tuck some clothes away in the side drawer and place a picture of you and Raoul on top of it. You find your tights and leotard on the bottom of your suitcase as well as a picture of your father you keep under your pillow. Quickly changing, you head back to the stage where you meet the rest of the girls.
They greet you with warm hugs and an avid curiosity. Where are you from? Where have you been doing before this? Who taught you how to dance?Â
You didnât mind the questions, it is only natural to ask a stranger these things. You answer them to the best of your ability, but it doesnât go too much further than that when Madame Giry calls for your attention.Â
Rehearsal goes pretty smoothly considering you have to learn all this new choreography while the other girls have been practicing it for a week now. You keep your head held high, trying not to let doubts stop you or ruin your perfect turns. You all move in sync, and all you can think about is hearing the music that will go along with this. The way music moves you is something different. For you, it is the most powerful force on this earth for you. You feel connected once the first note is played and your feet take you away from all your troubles.
Once Madame Giry stops rehearsals, most of the girls disperse, leaving just you on the stage. You sit at the edge of it with your legs crossed, and your arms out behind you, soaking it all in. A week from now, this beautiful place will be filled with people, waiting to see what is in store. Youâll see Raoul in the audience, smiling at you, dancing upon the stage, doing what you love. Youâll take your bow here in this very spot and give your gratitude to the audience for coming tonight and giving you such praise.
You hear rustling from the rafters yet again. You quickly look behind you and stand up. You feel every hair on your body stand up and your heart nervously beating in your chest.
âHello?â You ask.
Thereâs no response. You try again.
âHello? Anyone there?âÂ
Nothing but silence fills the stage.Â
You must be tired. Youâve had a long and exciting day and need some rest. Youâre about to walk off the stage when a fluttering letter drifts down from the rafters. The white paper with black edges floats down to your feet, stamped with a red deathâs skull.Â
Your shaky hands pick it up, afraid to open it. This paper is mourning paper, something you send someone when a loved one dies. The black border encloses your grief and the words written on the paper. You carefully peel back the wax seal and unfold the note.
âWelcome to my opera. Iâve been waiting for you.â
i love you gothic literature. i love you gothic romance. i love you vampires and blood. i love you ghosts and phantoms. i love you unsettling themes. i love you fangs in the neck. i love you religious imagery. i love you manors and crypts. i love you cemeteries and haunts. i love you doomed narratives. i love you rot and decay. i love you centuries-long yearning. i love you all consuming love. i love you hunger as desire. i love you monstrous intimacy. i love you cynicism of the human experience. i love you monsters unaware of their horrors until confronted with them.
Tw: smut, fingering, a little dirty talk, a good time
Word Count: 3.3K
A/N: Hi I wrote another phantom blurb. Every time I watch Music of the Night, it makes me think way too much lol. How she was able to resist the charms of this man is beyond me. I am a very weak woman, apparently... Please enjoy the smutty Phantom blurb.
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Youâve been asleep for hours in his bed. Wrapped in his sheets and blissfully content in the small room tucked away in the corner. He never thought heâd see the day. He feels a little guilty and ashamed that he scared you, but he would apologize the moment you woke up. He just had to show you the dress and the veil and lay out exactly what he wanted from you. All he has ever wanted is you. The moment he laid his eyes on you from the wings of the theater, he knew you were his calamity and revelry.
He sits at his piano, aimlessly hoping to distract himself from thinking of you. He has plenty of music to write, but your beautiful face creeps into his mind like a mystical fog. Your beauty is something to be seen. He swears you were dropped down from heaven for him. You shouldnât be this perfect but somehow you are. Aphrodite could never compare to your beautiful mind, heart, and soul. You bring him peace beyond his wildest dreams.
He picks up his quill and dips the tip in the onyx ink. He tries to remember the last few notes he played and wanted to add to the score. They come back to him and he gets swept up by the music in his mind. The music he writes for you. God, he can hear your angelic voice sing these notes already. Your voice makes him have shivers run down his spine and fall more and more in love with you. Again, you are not of this world to him. Too perfect and pure for a creature like him.
Behind him, your voice rings out like a siren. He takes a deep breath in and closes his eyes, soaking up that beautiful sound.
âHello, my darling,â he coos. He stays looking forward at his sheet music, not ready to see how you look when you first wake up. He never thought heâd get to see such a sight. You tread quietly and carefully. His heart pounds against his ribcage, waiting to feel your presence again. Instead, he gets a bigger surprise. Your hand slowly slides up his back, right along his shoulder blade, and down to his chest. Your touch paralyzes him and also lights him on fire.
âMy Angel,â you breathe in his ear.
His body melts into your touch when he hears your voice like that, soft and beckoning. Your hands continue to roam over his chest and touch the part thatâs exposed in the low V-neckline.
He finds himself closing his eyes and enjoying every second of this. Your hands travel up to his neck and eventually up to his face. He was sensitive about anyone looking at him for too long or getting their hands remotely too close to his mask. With you, he didnât have that fear. You gave him the most peace.
He hears your breathing become ragged and uneven and he slowly turns to face you in his seat. Dear God, your face is more beautiful when youâre needy and groggily awake.
âWhat is it? Youâre shaking,â he asks you, gently taking your hands in his and stilling you.
âIs this a dream?â You say in a haze, your eyes mapping every detail of his face.
âNo, Iâm right here. Iâm real.â
âI donât believe it,â you whisper.
He squeezes your hands a little tighter, trying to assure you. It doesnât seem to phase you, though.
âI donât know how else to convince you of that, my dear. Iâm right here, waiting on your beck and call.â
Your eyes flutter and nod your head, your chest heaving in your nightgown. You suddenly lean down and press your lips to his in a long, sweet kiss. Now heâs convinced this is a dream. Your lips are so soft and perfect. At first, youâre a bit hesitant, not sure if this is reality. But his hands softly caress your head and try to give you comfort. Your arms wrap around his neck and he feels your body melt.
Your lips become more needy and the kisses get longer and more passionate. He begins to kiss back, feeling how much you want him. He lets his hands slowly roam down your back and to your waist, feeling the soft curve of your hips. His grip tightens slightly and he pulls you between his legs. Heâs dying for more closeness. You can barely catch your breath and your hands claw at his shoulders.
He pulls away, wanting you to breathe and not get overwhelmed. Your eyes look at him in shock and with intoxication. Your beautiful gaze leaves him completely at your mercy. You can ask him anything in this world and heâd give it to you.
âMy Angel, now I think Iâm dreaming. What have I done to deserve this?â He asks a bit breathlessly.
âI donât know⊠I just needed to feel you werenât just some hallucination,â you pause and stare down at his hands wrapped around your waist and his spread legs.
âYou look like you need to persuade yourself on the matter tooâŠâ You whimper.
His jaw clenches at that invitation and he feels every part of his body stiffen.
âTell me when to wake up and stop if you donât want me, okay. Promise me,â he growls.
You quickly nod your head, pressing your lips together.
âI promise.â
His heart gallops away and he breathes in slowly, trying not to get too overwhelmed. He lets his hands crumple your nightgown in his fist, feeling the smooth, supple flesh underneath. He pulls you in a bit closer, needing to put his lips on you and kisses your torso. You gasp, the feeling of his lips on your body surprises you. Your soft little sighs make him want to crumble at your feet. Your arms are wrapped around his neck again and you pepper kisses on the top of his head.
This must be what heaven is like. Blissful peace with you wrapped around him, kissing him like heâs all you have ever needed.
His fingers tremble when they graze your inner thigh, slithering higher and higher. He looks up at you expectantly, making sure you want this. You bite your bottom lip slightly and hold onto him tighter. His finger finds your slit and youâre dripping wet. He canât help but grumble, pleased at the discovery.
You gasp as he rubs his finger back and forth, hitting your sensitive little bud. Your eyes flutter closed and let your head fall back. The sight is something to behold. Heâs so in love with seeing you like this.
He adds another finger, rubbing through your wetness and your hips begin to grind against him.
âDoes this feel good?â He asks.
You nod your head and whimper, fighting the pleasure coursing through you.
He just wants to hear your voice, what it sounds like when youâre being coaxed into climax.
âTell me, let me hear you, my Angel,â he coos.
Your breath hitches in your throat and you let out this soft, whimpering cry. He canât help crumble just watching you. The ecstasy that washes over your face with every motion of his fingers has him keening for more.
âYes, yes I love it,â you whisper.
His body stiffens and he feels his heart beat like a drum in his chest. All he wants to do is please you. He canât deny how heâs thought of having you in a moment like this. Having you crave him the same way he has for so long. Itâs always been something heâs tried to hide from you. He tried not to look at you for too long or you might see his longing stare. He wants nothing more than to have you in his arms and kiss every inch of your skin.
His fingers continue to rub and tease at your entrance. You feel like heaven, melting in his hand and crying out for him in soft little whimpers. Heâs gentle, and pushes the tip of his finger inside you. You gasp, holding onto his shoulders tightly and moaning when he moves in and out of you.
âOh, oh my god,â you moan.
Itâs like music to his ears. He loves hearing you come apart. He works you into a weak, needy mess. Your hips move and you place you knee on top of his thigh, spreading your legs apart for him. He wants to take all your clothes off and revel over your perfect skin. His other hand slowly lifts up your nightgown, where he sees your wetness covering his fingers. You look good enough to eat, perfect in every way and he is dying to have you.
He reminds himself to be patient; he has so much time with you. He doesnât need to rush anything with you. He slowly adds another finger inside you and you nearly buckle. He has a firm grip on your hip again and stills you. You look at him with wild eyes and your chest heaving.
âYouâre so wet for me. You feel so good,â he groans as his fingers keep exploring you.
You moan again and he feels you instantly flutter around his fingers. He shoots his eyes back up at you and watches your reaction very closely.
âDo you like this, my Angel? Do you like my finger begging for you to come undone?â He rasps.
Your body stiffens and you flutter around him again.
You like to hear his voice it seemsâŠ
He canât hide the smirk thatâs formed on his face with this new discovery. He begins to curl his fingers inside you and watch you lose all control.
âYes, youâre making me feel so good. I- I feel like Iâm going to-,â you struggle for words.
âI know, I know. Just fall apart my dear. Iâll catch you,â he assures you.
He discovers this part inside you that makes you roll your eyes back and moan with pleasure. Damn it he canât get enough of this. Why do you have to be so perfect when he is far from it? He keeps pushing there and feeling your walls begin to squeeze.
âThatâs it Angel, let go. Youâre doing so good.â
You let out a cry that echoes amongst the lair. Your body holds onto him tighter, leaning your weight onto him as your walls squeeze around his fingers. The more he moves his hand, the more sounds from your wet core came out and made him want more of you. Your chest heaves against him as your fingers scratch at his back.
You put all your weight on him and sit on his lap, unable to hold yourself up anymore. He slowly takes his fingers out of you and you whimper at the loss of him. You both look into each otherâs eyes and have just the sound of your breathing filling his ears. Your eyes search his face for something. Your face looks flushed but still gorgeous in every way.
âWhat is it?â He murmurs in your ear, then kisses your cheek softly.
âI want you. I want to make you feel the same way I do. I want to touch you.â You have a neediness in your tone, almost begging him to let you touch him.
His first instinct is to say no. He doesnât want you to see him bare with nothing left to hide. You deserved better. On the other hand, he was dying to have you. Touch every inch of your body and pull you into his, making love to you like heâs dreamed.
How was he to say no to you? Your eyes silently begged for his attention and your hand softly caressed his face. He melts under your touch and all inhibitions go out the door. He kisses the palm of your hand and revels in the feeling of your skin. He trails kisses down your arm and across your chest. You let him touch you freely and moan softly when he reaches sensitive spots on your neck.
He pauses briefly and look up into your eyes again.
âI need you terribly. You donât want me to wake up from this dream yet?â He asks.
âNo please, I want you too,â you whimper.
He smiles at you and peppers kisses on your cheeks. Youâre warm under his lips and the rest of your body roars with heat against him. God, he loves you so much it shouldnât be possible. He wants to savor every moment of this with you.
He lifts you off of him momentarily while he sheds his pants. He then takes your hand and pulls you back in, needing you closer than ever. Your eyes survey him and look back up at him with flushed cheeks. Without hesitation, you straddle his hips and sit in his lap. One by one, the buttons on his shirt get undone and you push it off his frame.
He needs to feel more of your skin too. He quickly pulls your nightgown off and gets to look at your perfect skin, full breasts, and trembling legs. Your hands trace his body to memory, slowly going down his chest, to his torso, until they find his length. You stop, not sure if you should go any lower. He wanted your touch so bad, he couldnât hide it any longer.
He takes your hand and wraps it around his length. Damn it, it felt so good. He guides you through how he likes to be touched with firm, long strokes. You watch and bite your bottom lip, becoming needier by the second. His mouth kisses and begins to suck on your breasts, leaving little purple splotches behind.
Your breathing is labored and your face is covered with pleasure as your hand keeps moving on him. He greedily takes your nipple in his mouth and sucks on it, eliciting a carnal groan from you. He had a feeling you might like it.
His cock aches for more of you and he lifts you up by the hips. You let go of his length and brace your hands on his shoulders. He looks at you to make sure you want this as badly as he does. You tremble with need and beg for him. He canât keep you waiting any longer.
He slowly lowers you down on his length and stills. God, you feel like heaven. So warm and tight around him, you instantly flutter around the first few inches. You canât catch your breath and look at him in shock. He nods at you, trying to get you to calm down.
âYou feel so good, youâre doing so good,â he coos.
You smile and lean in to kiss him.
Itâs a fiery, passionate kiss, nothing like the ones before. You were burning from the inside out and needed to get this burning desire satisfied. He kisses back with equal amounts of passion, pulling you in by the back of your head and pulling your hair slightly. You groaned in between kisses and whimpered his name. He grows even hungrier for you and just wants to taste you. His tongue flicks your bottom lip, seeing if youâd like it. It shocks you at first, not expecting him to do that. But you do it back to him and he groans heavily. He claims your mouth as his own, swirling his tongue around yours and loving the way you taste.
He pushes you down to take more of him and pulls you back up. You break the kiss with a gasp that turns into a groan.
âOh God, please⊠please you felt good like that,â you groan.
His heart thumps wildly at your cries.
âLike this?â He asks, pushing you down on him again.
You let your head fall back and groan loudly.
âYes,â you whimper.
He moves you a gradual pace taking little by little, but you love it when heâs filled you completely. You squeeze around him like this and it makes it hard not to want to finish right now. He continues to pepper your angel-like skin with his kisses as you ride him, telling him how much you love this.
Your hands beg for him to kiss you more, to have him talk to you through this, to give you more of his cock like you havenât gotten enough of it so far. Every kiss and every motion of your hips brings him closer to climax. Heâs in too much shock that this is happening with you. He can feel how your body is aching and throbbing with every thrust heâs giving you. The way you squeeze your eyes shut and have your jaw drop when he bottoms out is almost all it takes for him to finish.
Your walls flutter around him and you press your lips together, trying to hold back.
âCum for me, let me watch you,â he says breathlessly, thrusting you faster on him.
You open your eyes and grunt, barely able to catch your breath. Your eyes meet his and he watches you crumble. Your tight walls squeeze around him and the waves of your orgasm hit you. At first, a bit gently, then, in massive thundering crashes. Your hips chase the high youâre feeling and continue to move while you climax. Every squeeze from you makes him groan like a feral animal. You feel too damn good; you have ruined him for life.
He canât hold back any longer and comes with you, ragged and needy. He bucks his hips up into you as he pours himself into your core. You groan with him as you feel his warmth coating the inside of you. He feels like heâs not on earth with you. This couldnât happen in real life but somehow, itâs happened to him. You slow down but keep riding him, almost in a daze that this happened. He tries to catch his breath but fails. Especially with you still moving on his sensitive length.
After a while, youâre exhausted and wrap your arms around his neck and collapse onto him. He sighs in content, feels overwhelmed and overjoyed. His nose is buried in your beautiful auburn curls, making you look more like an angel than a woman. He memorizes the scent of your hair; citrusy with a hint of rosemary. Heâs loves thatâs heâs gotten to be this close to you and soak up all these details heâs never known before.
âI need to wake up, my Angel,â he coos softly.
âNo, I donât want to leave you,â you protest.
He lifts you off of him and grunts at the sensation. His eyes quickly examine how you look. Perfect as ever. He kissed you too much, leaving your lips a bit red and swollen. His eyes trailed down to the inside of your thighs, where both of your arousals leaked down. He shouldnât like seeing that as much as he did but it drove him nearly mad. He wanted to make love to you like this again and again.
âYou donât have to go anywhere, I just need you to rest now,â he declares, sweeping you off your feet and picking you up in his arms.
You squeal, surprised that he picked you up so swiftly but almost instantly nuzzle into his chest. He takes you back into the bedroom, lying you down in the middle of the bed and covering your naked body with a blanket.
âRest, itâs late my Angel,â he tries to persuade.
You grab his wrist before he turns away.
âDonât go, rest with me,â you beg. Those doe eyes kill him every time.
âI donât think I can rest in this bed with you,â he says bluntly.
You stare at him, a bit shocked, but a subtle smirk forms across your lips.
A/n: Hello! I have heard your requests for a Dracula fic!đ€ I really loved this movie and the different approach they took to it. I just wish they had more time together đ So thatâs what I did. Enjoy!
Heaven. He found his heaven again. After all these centuries, his Elizabeta came to him. You look like a vision, so perfect in every light, and not a single flaw on you. Youâre just as he remembered. Soft brown eyes, long lashes, pink cheeks, and full lips, dying be kissed by him. You look at him like heâs all youâve ever wanted.
The journey back to his castle is long but he doesnât care. He gets to hold you the entire way in his coffin. His arms holding you like a fragile dove, your head against his chest sighing in contentment and your scent filling his lungs. Youâre more mouth-watering than his memory recalls. He tries to retain some control. He just needs to enjoy the closeness with you and take his time. He now has forever with you.
The carriage comes to a halt, and he hears the drawbridge come down. Home. Heâs finally home with you. The men unload the carriage and carry the coffin into the castle. They know better than to linger and quickly leave him to be alone with you. He pushes up the coffinâs top with ease and gets a better look at you lying there as the soft light of dusk seeps from the windows.
You softly smile at him, pushing his hair off his face and rubbing his cheek with your thumb.
âWelcome home, my love,â he coos.
âItâs good to be home. Show me what Iâve missed,â you say softly.
He picks you up and carries you up the stairs to the main floor. He made sure everything looked perfect for you. Everything sparkled and shone just for you. The dining table is perfectly set with a beautiful feast laid out, wine and sweets. He loves watching your face look at everything in awe. The castle looks dazzling and your eyes twinkled in the soft candlelight. You try to take in every detail of the castle and have the loveliest smile on your face.
As if he could be anymore in love with you, he easily finds a new way. Itâs in the way you press your lips together when youâre thinking or how you hold your breath when you get excited by something. He quickly pulls you flush to his body and looks into your eyes. Youâre a little shocked by the sudden forcefulness, but he can feel your body melt underneath his touch. He leans down and his lips devour yours. Each kiss tastes sweet and everlasting. Youâre shy at first, holding back a little, your hands trembling when you feel his hard body against yours. But something starts to slowly shift inside you and you become bolder.
You want him closer, your hands slipping underneath his coat, feeling the curve of his spine and struggling for breath. He loves that you want him as much as he wants you. He thought heâd never see the day of kissing you like this and holding your warm body in his hands.
He breaks the kiss gently, giving you time to breathe.
Calm down my love, I have forever to kiss you like this.
Your cheeks heat and you smile shyly at him.
âI know⊠show me our bedroom,â you purr.
He nods and takes your hand in his, leading you upstairs.
Heâs left the bedroom the same and untouched since you left him that horrific day. This room is his shrine to you. Somewhere only he can worship you in and the rest of the world will completely fall away. He opens the door for you and leads you in. The sheer canopy hung over the bed; his temple to you. The fireplace is roaring and warms you instantly. He can tell youâre lost in thought, walking around the room, and loving everything youâre seeing. Your fingertips dance over the bedspread and remember fondly the memories that were shared there so long ago.
He canât wait another second and needs to have his hands wrapped around you. His hands find your waist and holds you tightly against him. You grumble pleased and lean your head back onto his chest.
âIâve missed you,â he whispers in your ear, pulling your hair away from your neck. Your delicious scent wraps around him like a blanket. It felt so comforting to have you this close again and yet, it is also very dangerous. Your blood called to him like tinder to a fire. It could easily consume him if he doesnât stop. He wants to enjoy you first, give you every ounce of his attention.
You hum pleased and his lips press to your neck. You groan at the sensation and it feels like lightning has shot into his body. The way you sound is music to his ears. He never wants to stop making you feel like this. He kisses you more intensely, licking and nipping at the sensitive spot you groan loudly for. God this is what he needed. Maybe God is finally repaying him for every painful moment heâs endured these last few centuries. Maybe God was forgiving.
You twist your body to face him and your eyes are pleading and soft.
âMake love to me, please,â you beg.
He canât deny you. There is no way of ever saying no to you as long as he lives. Youâve always been his weakness and itâll never change. He nods his head at you and picks you up by the backs of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing you passionately. You both canât help but sigh into each otherâs touch. Kissing like this makes him feel complete and human again.
He lays you down in the middle of the large bed and canât believe what his eyes are seeing. An angel lies before him. Your hair cascaded in a halo around your head and your silhouette underneath your dress is impeccable. He wants to be careful with you, so fragile and perfect, he didnât want to put a scratch on you.
âAre you fond of this dress my love?â He asks, his eyes mapping where he wants to touch next.
You shake your head no, â Not particularly, why?â
âBecause I need this off of you now,â he growls as his hands rip the material from your chest, down to your waist. You gasp and smile at his eagerness and lift your hips up to help him get the dress completely off.
You tremble slightly as his eyes feast on you. Youâre so perfect, every last inch of you. He didnât know where he should worship first as all of you looks so inviting. Your peaked nipples and your soft hips have him incredulously weak just looking at them. He settles between your legs and removes his shirt. Your hands feel his soft skin thatâs been dying of touch ever since you first left him. His mouth peppers kisses from your cheeks to your neck, sucking and nipping on that spot he likes. You lean into his mouth and sigh in contentment as he takes his time.
His cock is straining in his trousers, hard and aching for you. It had been so long since heâs felt an ounce of pleasure. Along with your scent swirling in his head, this is a bit of torture for him. Your hands bring him back to reality, begging for more attention.
âQu'y a-t-il, mon amour?â
What is it, my love?
âJ'ai terriblement besoin de toi,â you sigh.
I need you horribly.
âJe connais la patience, ma chĂšre. Je veux te savourer.â
I know, patience my dear. I want to savor you.
You make this sweet whimper in protest and close your eyes as his mouth goes back to kissing all of you. He can hear your heart beating out of your chest. Itâs the most beautiful sound he can ever hear. He knows it only beats for him.
His teeth nip at the spot right over your heart and your body arches into his touch. That reaction to him makes him nearly go mad. He loves how you want more and more of him unabashedly. Your hands touch his torso and glide down to his waistband. You pause, unsure of yourself.
He looks into your eyes and wants you to touch him more than anything. His hands go down to unbutton his trousers and slide them off his hips. Your eyes shyly look down at him and you press your lips together when you see how hard he is.
Your hand wraps around him and he shudders at your touch. God, he doesnât deserve you to touch him like this but he has you now, desperately needing each otherâs touch. His hands slide down to your core and find how much you want him. His fingers glide through your slit and he groans slightly as he discovers your wet heat, wetness spilling out of you, and aching for him.
His fingers rub your sensitive bundle of nerves and you make the most delicious moan, filling the room with that sound he wonât get enough of. Your hand rubs and jerks his length at a slow and steady pace, touching every inch of him. Heâs greedy for more of your touch and moves his hips to slide his length through your wet heat.
He groans heavily, missing how you feel around him. You moan his name, shooting this electric spark into him. Your legs spread wider for him and he settles between them, looking at this angelic creature wanting the vampire to make love to her.
He leans down to kiss you, need flowing through both of you. You look into his eyes, your breathing uneven and fast.
âSlow at first, love,â you breathe.
He smiles at you, so in love with all of you.
âIâll take care of you, donât worry,â he says, pressing a kiss to your neck.
He pushes his tip inside you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of him inside you. You moan with every movement, loving every inch of him. He does everything to make sure this is good for you. His mouth kisses you, his hands continue to explore your body with an unwavering desire.
Youâre so wet and tight around him, he barely has any control left. Your face expresses the discomfort you have for a moment, then slowly melts into pure pleasure. He canât get enough of that look you wear on your face. The way you bite your lip as he pushes more of his cock inside you and try to hold back the moan you want to make.
By the time heâs stuffed to the hilt inside you, your walls squeeze around him and flutter. He groans in agony, unable to have much control.
âYou feel so good,â he whispers in your ear.
You nod your head enthusiastically and moan as a response. He takes one of your legs and angles it up slightly, holding onto it as he moves his hips more.
Both of you are breathless, moving as one and taking your time. Your hands grab onto his shoulders, scratching him as ecstasy rushes through you. Your heart beat continues to gallop like a horse against your rib cage, calling out to him. He fights his need to taste your blood, heâd have so much time with you to do that. Heâs just so distracted by it.
His hips begin to move faster, hungry to watch you fall apart for him. He couldnât wait to see your face as you come undone. Your hand suddenly goes down to where you two are connected. Youâre looking down at him as he slowly plunges his cock inside you. You whimper at the sight and look back up into his eyes.
âI fit perfectly inside you, donât I, my love,â he mumbles. Your fingertips graze the top of his length as he pulls out of you. Your mouth opens when you look back down at him. You nod your head yes and cry for more.
âYesâŠ. So perfect. I love it,â you breathe.
He pushes his hips forward again and fills you to the brink. You writhe underneath him and gasp for air. He moves more and more and can feel how close you are. Wetness spills out of you and onto the sheets as you cry for more.
You turn your neck to the side and leave it completely exposed for him to feast on and it nearly breaks him. You look like an offering, one bite and he could feel the most satisfaction heâs ever felt. His internal battle of blood lust and the love he has for you sweeps over him.
You turn back to him concerned.
âBite me, my love. I want you forever,â you sigh.
âNo, not yet. I donât want to do that just yet. I just got you back. I want to just love you,â he cries.
Your hands caress his face and you smile up at him.
âPlease love me,â you beg.
He kisses you and thrusts one last time inside you before you completely fall apart. Youâre the most gorgeous thing heâs ever seen. You cry out his name and grasp the sheets. You squeeze around him over and over as the high of your climax takes over. He buries his face in your neck and pounds into you harder. It had been too long since the last time he was with you and it was all worth it.
He holds you tight as his own release breaks him into pieces. You groan when you feel him cum and hold him against you. Heâs overwhelmed with emotion. He canât believe youâre real and in his arms. You tremble slightly at it all and struggle to catch your breath. He pushes his body off of you to give you some air.
He brushes the hair off your face and silently checks on you.
âI love you my darling. How Iâve missed you,â he murmurs.
âI love you too. And now we wonât have to miss each other ever again. Iâm yours forever,â you smile.
âTu m'appartiens pour, toujours,â he says low.
