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Nov 24, 2025

a bite of luxury

part 3

summary: ellie rents out a museum for you and then takes you home, where you finally get to ask her for what you've been so curious about since your last night together

tags: sugarmommy!ellie, rich!ellie, vampire!ellie, alcohol, fingering (r receiving & e receiving), public sex, bloodplay (yes we're finally getting to the good stuff), v slight praise kink

word count: ~8.3k

a/n: sorry i haven't posted in literally months, i was working 50 hr weeks, finished writing my book, and then got fired so. things have been rough. but vampire ellie got me through this week fr

also i already got another part in mind and y'all aren't ready for what's in store

comment if you wanna be added to my tag list <3

part 1

part 2

It was your second date with Ellie (third, if you counted the night at your apartment - when you eventually got to watch that movie), and you were somehow even more nervous than you had been the first time.

You had woken up the following morning just before sunrise as she was getting ready to leave. You weren’t sure if she had slept - if she could sleep - but Ellie had kissed the top of your head and disappeared silently through the front door as you were still blinking the dreams from your eyes. The spot in your bed where she had lain, limbs tangled in yours, was still cold to the touch.

When you checked your phone after work that day, you found that enough money for three months’ rent had been deposited into your bank account.

In the rush of everything, you had somehow forgotten why you had met Ellie in the first place. Seeking had remained unopened in your phone since your first date, an afterthought that you hadn’t gotten around the remembering. Ellie being a vampire (your brain still hesitated over the word, as though it would sting you) had taken precedent over everything else.

And while you felt a little weird about getting paid for having sex with her, the peace of getting your landlord off your back for a few months made up for it.

(In the end, that’s what this was, wasn’t it? A rich woman spoiling you in exchange for sex? That was all the agreement called for, right?)

Even so, you couldn’t stop the excitement blooming, warm and vulnerable, in your chest when she texted you a few days later.

ellie: i sent you a present. i want you to wear it tomorrow. can i pick you up at 8?

The present you found sitting outside your apartment door, a long red box with your name on it. You gathered it quickly into your arms, thanking whoever was listening that nobody in your building had stolen it before you’d gotten home. Once safely inside, you kicked off your shoes - your sore feet let out a sigh of relief at the cool linoleum tile - threw your bag onto the couch, and scurried away into your room. You set the box carefully on your bed - handling it as though it were something priceless - and lifted the lid.

“Shit,” you said aloud into the quiet of your apartment.

The next night, just as she'd promised, Ellie knocked on your door at 8 o’clock sharp. You were still trying to clip your necklace when you opened the door, your clumsy fingers fumbling the clasp; when you saw Ellie, however, you almost dropped the thing altogether.

Her hair was pulled back away from her face, tied half-up with a ribbon that dangled loosely from the locks, as though she were a heartthrob in a Jane Austen novel. She had emphasized her natural beauty - which you couldn’t tell if she was inhumanly beautiful, like the Cullens, or if that genuinely was just how she looked in life - by lining her eyes with a deep, smoky brown liner, highlighting the different shades of her eyes, the golden hues blending with the green like watercolor. She (thankfully) hadn’t covered her freckles, but had added a touch of blush to her bloodless cheeks, and highlight that made her cheekbones look sharp enough to cut.

You didn’t realize you were staring until Ellie grinned, pulling at the collar of her shirt - black and short-sleeved, unbuttoned just enough to see the cut of her collarbone and the gentle slope of her chest, and tucked into a pair of deep brown slacks. She finally said, laughing, “Do you want a picture?”

You blinked, blood pooling in your own cheeks as you held the door open for her, briefly forgetting that you had to verbally invite her inside. When she stepped into your space, you could smell the warm spice of her perfume; that and her proximity made your head spin, and you still had a hard time believing she didn’t have some weird vampire allure drawing you in. You also didn’t think you’d care if she did.

“Sorry,” you finally said, the apology cushioned by a laugh. Her eyes were so intense on yours that you had to look away. “You're just…. You're really beautiful.”

When the silence stretched on just long enough to be uncomfortable, you finally looked up, turning back to find Ellie staring at you. The raw, open vulnerability in her eyes made something under your skin flutter, like a pulse you had never been aware of - like some part of your heart was reaching towards her.

A rich woman spoiling you in exchange for sex.

Right?

Ellie stuttered for a moment, and she had never struck you as someone easily at a loss for words, but watching her tongue trip over itself made the soft touch of fondness spread in your chest, warm in your stomach. You were sure that if she could, she would be flushed red - you suddenly wished more than anything that you could see it.

“Shit, sorry,” she said, scratching the back of her neck and trying to break the tension with a laugh, like taking a butter knife to stone. “It’s just…. I can’t remember the last time someone said that to me.”

Suddenly, you were more than willing to stay home and spell out every beautiful thing about her. You would trace your finger over the slope of her nose, down to the point of her lips and the jut of her jaw. You'd count the freckles speckled across her cheeks and map out new constellations. You'd press your lips to the sharp cut of her collarbones, run your tongue down the gentle slope of her chest and press the words into the hollow cut of her hips. You'd show her just how beautiful she was, until it was the only word she knew.

But you couldn't, because feelings like that would violate the unspoken contract you had signed when you first matched with her. Still, as you swallowed around the lump in your throat, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “I'll just have to make up for lost time, then.”

Ellie turned away, but you still caught the flash of the smile she was trying to hide. She stepped around you into your apartment, coughing to fill the silence as you finally shut the door. You watched her carefully, a ball of anxiety bubbling in your chest, afraid you had overstepped some unwritten boundary. You never had been very good at the whole “no strings attached” thing; it just made you feel like a limp marionette.

But when Ellie turned back to you, she was smiling, and you couldn’t tell if it was a strategically placed mask or if it was real, but the knot in your chest loosened at the sight of it nonetheless.

“Anyway,” she said, too loud and too big in the awkward space between you, “fuck whatever I’m wearing. Look at you.”

Taking your hand, Ellie twirled you around slowly, and you could feel her eyes raking over every angle of you. You couldn’t blame her - if you were honest, you had also stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror for an embarrassingly long time, unable to believe the person looking back at you was yourself. And if you were really honest, you had fallen a little bit in love with yourself.

The dress she had sent you was such a deep red it looked nearly like blood - which you found needlessly amusing, if a little obvious. The silk was so smooth it felt more like water than fabric, gliding over your skin in a way that made just wearing the damn thing feel sensual. It had taken you far too long to figure out how to tie the back by yourself, trying to turn your head like an owl to see the intricate strings in the bathroom mirror (you still weren't sure if you had done it right). The skirt only covered half your thigh, and you had to resist the urge to pull it down further when Ellie's eyes swept over the exposed expanse of your legs.

“You,” she said, tugging you closer to press a kiss to your lips, “look good enough to eat.”

You couldn’t help the surprised snort that her words pulled from you, even if a part of you - a small part buried somewhere behind your ribs that prodded you every now and then - trembled at the hunger in her eyes. That small, insignificant part felt like a field mouse before the watchful eyes of an owl.

But the present part of you just pushed Ellie away, rolling your eyes in mock disgust. “Ha ha, you think you're so funny.”

Laying her hand over yours against her chest, Ellie opened her mouth in a poor performance of indignance. “Excuse you,” she said, pulling you close even as you pretended to push her away. “I’m hilarious.”

“Okay, well, can you stop being so hilarious and help me put this on?” you said, holding out the necklace you had been wrestling when she arrived. You were sure that she could feel the hummingbird beat of your heart in your fingers against her chest. That field mouse part of you noted the stillness behind her own chest, silent under your touch.

Pouting, Ellie took the chain, releasing you so you could turn around. When she wrapped it around your neck, cursing with the clasp, the shock of her cold fingers against your skin made you gasp. She managed to clasp it but didn’t move away; her cold fingers flitted over your pulse, and you suddenly remembered that she could hear it. You couldn't decide if it was hot or endlessly embarrassing that she could hear your desire.

Ellie's hands traveled south, skirting over your waist before gripping your hips, pulling you close so that your back pressed against the gentle slope of her chest. When she pressed her nose to the spot where your shoulder met your neck, you couldn’t help but tilt your head, granting her access to press her lips to your feverish skin. You shivered when her tongue darted out, tasting where your heart beat the hardest; it jumped as though reaching out for her touch.

You sighed and Ellie hummed against your neck before releasing you; you stumbled at the sudden loss and heard her stifle a laugh.

”Come on, we’re going to be late,” she said, offering you her arm. When you took it, she pulled you close to press her lips to your ear. “And if I have my hands on you any longer, we’re never going to leave.”

Ellie refused to tell you where she was taking you, but you were quickly becoming familiar with the playful glint in her eyes. The Royce hummed along the highway, streetlights bouncing off the white leather under your thighs; Ellie had one hand on your thigh, thumb stroking slow circles over your skin. When you looked at her - her profile cast in hazy silhouette, a lazy smile pulling at her lips - you wondered, in 200 years, how many girls had had this exact view.

You wondered what became of them.

As if sensing your gaze, Ellie looked at you from the corner of her eye and smiled, squeezing your thigh. Mistaking your admiration for impatience, she assured you, “We're almost there, darling.”

Truthfully, when Ellie pulled into the nearly empty parking lot, you almost laughed. When you had pulled on this dress that had wealth stitched into every fiber, climbed into this car that purred with luxury, and taken the hand of this inhumanly beautiful woman, you hadn't expected it would lead to this.

So it was with tremendous effort that you stifled your surprised laugh when Ellie parked by the entrance of the science museum and killed the engine. When she looked at you, her eyes were so bright it made your chest ache to look at it, and you almost kissed her right there under the glow of the planetarium dome overhead.

“I rented it out for us,” she said with the same excitement that kids would use to talk about Christmas. “We have it to ourselves for the entire night.”

You snorted, unable to stop the stupid smile from spreading across your face. “In movies, when someone says they rented out a museum, they mean some grand art museum. The Louvre or something.” Before that wonderful smile could fall from Ellie’s face, you turned to her, your own eyes alight with childish excitement, and said, “This is so much better.”

Ellie didn’t waste any time, jogging around the car to open the door for you and offering you her arm. At the door, you were greeted by a bored-looking college student, purple bags under his eyes and pink, star-shaped pimple patches stuck to his jaw. He muttered a half-hearted greeting, but his face lit up when Ellie handed him cash, obscuring the amount from your curious eyes.

Inside, the museum had been transformed into a small, luxurious haven. The lights - usually bright, searing fluorescents - had been dimmed to a soft glow; you didn’t know they even had a setting that wasn't headache-inducing. Though you were sure it was against safety protocol, there were candles along the welcome desk, casting Ellie's bright eyes in liquid gold, as though ichor ran through her veins, moving around her silent heart.

Another worker was waiting at the desk, looking distinctively more chipper than the college student had. She was an older woman - crows feet wrinkled around her eyes when she smiled, her dark hair streaked with grey - and she was holding out two sparkling champagne chutes. The sweet perfume coming from them hung over her like a hazy cloud.

“Always good to see you, Ellie,” she said, a playful lilt pulling at the vowels. Her eyes sparkled, and you could see her smirk on a far younger face. “It's been a while.”

Ellie winced, smiling sheepishly as she took the flutes from the woman. She handed you one as she said, “Yeah, sorry, Dina. Time's, uh… gotten away from me.” You could hear the irony in her voice, but there was a genuine apology in her eyes.

The woman - Dina - put her hands on her hips, glaring at Ellie even as she fought back a smile. She watched Ellie for several long moments, an intensity in her eyes that made you squirm, caught in the crossfire. You were just beginning to feel like you were intruding on something when she finally cleared her throat and looked away. Brushing her hands down over her thighs, she said, “Well, if you ever want to come riding again, you're always welcome. JJ's always asking about you.” She patted Ellie's arm and turned away. “Now you two go have fun.”

Ellie raised her glass in a toast before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you away. She didn't offer any explanation to whatever weird tension had clouded the entrance, so you waited until you were out of earshot before saying, “Okay, what was that about?”

Ellie winced again, taking a sip of champagne to avoid answering. She didn’t look at you, sounding embarrassed when she said, “Dina and I, uh…. We were a thing, about… thirty years ago?” Your brain short-circuited; while you were waiting for it to reboot, she continued, “It was a few years, but I didn’t want her to know about….” She trailed off, gesturing to herself as though to encompass her entire self. “So, I told her I was moving and fucked off for a few decades. When I came back, she was married with a four year old.” She chuckled, but there was a sorrow in her eyes that made your chest hurt.

“And she,” you said haltingly, choosing your words carefully, “didn’t recognize you?”

“She did. But most people don't think that their past flings would look the same thirty years later.” She sighed, releasing your shoulders to rub the back of her head. “Dina thinks I'm her ex's niece with a freaky resemblance.”

The mention of an aunt drew your mind back to the picture at her house, and the girl smiling next to Ellie. “You did have a sister, didn’t you?”

Ellie didn't answer for a long time, her eyes distant. When she finally looked at you, she smiled and said, “Come on, I want to see the dinosaurs.”

You dropped the subject, letting her take your hand and lead you down the hall. The curiosity gnawed at you, impossible to ignore, but you couldn't bring yourself to wipe away the ecstatic smile on her face when you approached the towering T-Rex skeleton. Ellie spread her arms wide, the champagne sloshing in its flute and dripping down her fingers.

She didn’t seem to care, laughing and saying, “Two hundred years and I still can’t believe these fuckers actually existed.”

You snorted, clapping a hand over your mouth and looking around at the empty gallery. Still, you ventured, “Maybe you shouldn’t declare that to the world?”

But Ellie didn’t seem to hear you. She circled the giant skeleton, as slow and deliberate as a predator, but the threat of it was softened by the child-like glee on her face. You couldn’t help but notice that the corners of her eyes wrinkled when she smilled; it was as though her pleasure were tangible, like you could reach out and touch her skin and feel the warmth of her ecstasy.

The thought, though a pretty one, made shame bubble in your chest. You clasped your hands around the glass in your hand, taking a sip to keep yourself from reaching across a carefully built barrier into uncharted territory.

A marionette without her strings.

”When I was alive,” Ellie said softly, appearing at your shoulder and breaking you from your thoughts, “we still thought these were dragons.”

You hummed and found yourself unconsciously leaning into her touch, feeling her cold hand find your waist and thrilling in the goosebumps that rose over your skin. The buzz in your fingertips had nothing to do with the champagne you’d finished and everything to do with her proximity - as though by simply being near her, lightning ran through your blood. You were heady with it, and found that you couldn’t speak in anything louder than a murmur: “Who’s to say they aren’t?”

Ellie snorted, tugging you closer. “A ton of scientists, for one.”

“Sure,” you said, turning in her grasp so you could meet her eyes. “But when you were-” you hesitated over the word, “-alive, you also had to use candles and gas instead of lightbulbs. You could only communicate by letters, yet now you met me on your phone. Who’s to say what things will look like in 200 more years?”

And suddenly, it hit you like a kick to your chest, leaving you bruised and winded. In 200 years, you would be gone - long, long gone - and Ellie would still be here. She may find a way to keep her family’s 400 year old home standing. She’d find a new girl to spoil. She would adapt to the new styles the turn of the centuries had to offer, but she would still look the same - still have those bright green eyes, her freckles unmarked by the wrinkles of time. She would look just as beautiful as you saw her, and just as beautiful as she had been in 1816.

And, more than likely, she would forget about you.

It took a moment before you realized Ellie was still talking to you, a moment longer before you could hear her past the ringing in your ears. Her brows were furrowed, her lips pinched around concern, so you forced a smile when you said, “What?”

Ellie laughed softly, the sound nearly nonexistent, and said, “Where’d you go?”

You shrugged, unwilling to voice the perverse thought for fear of it manifesting itself, transforming into a ball of existential dread in your chest that you couldn’t force out. “Just… lost in thought, I guess.” Before she could respond, you plowed ahead, “They have a planetarium, right?”

Without waiting for her response, you grabbed Ellie’s hand and pulled her into the next exhibit, and the next, leaving the thought to fossilize beneath the dinosaurs where it couldn’t touch either of you. If you put enough space between you and that penetrating thought, maybe you wouldn’t even see the damning line that your heart so desperately wanted to cross.

As long as you had lived in this city, you had never before been to the planetarium. You had never had time, and the shows were always during your working hours anyway. Honestly, when you walked into the giant dome, you were incredibly underwhelmed; it was nothing more than a large circular room, a grey dome reaching high above your heads. Chairs were scattered around the edges of the room, and a stack of mats were piled at one end, next to what you assumed was the control desk, which stood empty.

Your heart sinking, you were just about to turn to leave when Ellie strode over to the desk and picked up a remote. With a click of a button, the room was plunged into total darkness, only the red Exit sign illuminating one corner of the room.

Your ears were ringing, and you were just about to call out to Ellie, reaching a hand into the darkness in desperation, when you heard another click and then a galaxy burst through the room.

If you believed more in the supernatural (vampires were already pushing it), you would have thought it was actually magic. The Milky Way stretched over the ceiling, billions of stars blinking like lighthouses in a vast sea. The galaxy painted the space in dazzling shades of blue and purple and red, so many colors bleeding together, a watercolor mosaic before your eyes. And in the center of the universe, stars reflecting in her eyes and a heart-shattering smile on her lips, stood Ellie.

She had her hands in her pockets, stance relaxed - a performance of nonchalance - but you could hear the tell-tale excitement lacing her words when she said, “It’s prerecorded. I thought it’d be nice if it was just us here.”

You felt a flush rising to your cheeks and hoped it was drowned out by the supernova above you. Taking two mats, Ellie led you to the center of the room, where the dome and the universe were the highest. You pushed your mats together so that when Ellie laid on her back, you could curl into her side and lay your head on her chest, her arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Her chest was a silent echo chamber beneath you.

“It's crazy how much more of the universe there is since I was alive,” she murmured, her voice a warm vibration in her chest, disturbing the unsettling silence. When you looked up at her, the galaxy was reflected in her eyes, as if she held the universe itself inside. “I remember when they discovered Neptune.”

You snorted involuntarily. “Are you telling me you're older than fucking Neptune?”

You squealed when she pinched your shoulder, squirming even as her arm tightened around you, holding you close. “Neptune’s, like, four-billion years old.”

“Oh,” you said thoughtfully, nodding your head against her. “So you’re pretty close.”

Ellie shoved you away; you laughed, loud and free, as you rolled over onto your own mat, uncaring of who heard your delight bouncing off the dome. Who could care about something like that when the entire universe was just an arm’s-length away?

Ellie followed you, rolling on top of you and pressing you into the mat. You squealed again when she dug her fingers into your side, her laughter infectious when she said, “God, you love being an asshole, huh?”

She leaned down to kiss you, swallowing the argument that was poised on your tongue. You giggled into her mouth, her lips tasting like sweet champagne, and reached up to tangle your fingers in her hair. You couldn’t control the urge to hold her closer; it was like a tangible ache in your chest, even as the distant, rational part of your brain told you not to get attached. Surely you were allowed to indulge, right?

When Ellie gently pressed her tongue between your teeth, you tasted the sharp tang of metal, and that distant, rational part of your brain lit up like a red Danger! sign. When it began to wonder where the taste had come from, you just smothered it and pulled her closer, sighing into her mouth.

“You’re insufferable,” she murmured against your lips, her hand drifting down your side to grip your hip. The fabric of your dress slid over your skin like water, her fingers cold through the silk.

“You-” You almost choked on your words, stopping yourself just short of saying You love it. You weren’t sure what rules pushed against those unwritten, imaginary boundaries, but love, even if spoken teasingly and sarcastically, felt like too big of a word to fit within the lines.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to think about it for too long. Ellie’s hands drifted even further south, cold fingers gripping the bare skin of your thigh, pushing your legs apart so she could slot her knee between them. You gasped against her lips when you felt the rough fabric of her slacks press against you, only the thin fabric of your underwear separating her from the warmth that was already pooling between your thighs.

You pushed at her shoulders, and she pulled back just enough to see you; you couldn’t make out her features, silhouetted against the Milky Way above her. Her breath fanned against your cheeks, and you were only able to say, stupidly, “Ellie, we’re in public.”

Ellie only hummed, ducking her head to press her lips to your jaw. You felt her fangs against the soft skin of your pulse and your protests died in your throat.

“Hardly,” she murmured against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone - her mouth seemingly the only warm part of her. “The door’s closed, and the only people here are a few employees. All you have to do,” she paused, nipping at your skin; you gasped at the sting - “is stay quiet. Which shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Ellie pressed her knee into you, the friction pulling a moan from your chest that you just barely bit back. “But,” she continued, voice low and rough, pressed into your skin like a brand, “if you say the word, I’ll stop.”

In way of answering, you tangled your fingers in her hair and gave it a gentle tug, grinding your hips down against her knee. You felt Ellie smile against your skin when you whimpered, your pulse jumping against her lips when she murmured, “That’s my girl.”

With low patience and rough fingers, Ellie tugged down the neckline of your dress, stretching out the straps - part of you cringed at damaging something so expensive, but you figured Ellie would simply buy you another one anyway. Wasting no time, she wrapped her lips around your nipple, sucking it roughly into her hot mouth. You pressed your lips closed against the whimper it forced from you, sparks shooting through your veins.

Her other hand, which had been pressing bruises into your hip, ventured south, gliding down your stomach to press right between your legs - right where you wanted her most. Her fingers pressed against your clit through your panties and you choked on a moan.

You thought she was going to tease you - make you wait for it, like she seemed so inclined to do before - but the door to the hall was like a ticking time bomb. Ellie was quick to dip her fingers under the hem of your underwear, pushing the fabric aside so she could dip her fingers into the warmth of your need.

Sighing against your skin, Ellie lifted her head, the stars shining in her eyes, and said, voice low and rough, “You’re always so ready for me.”

She kissed you as she pressed two fingers into you, swallowing your moan. You whimpered when she curled her fingers inside of you and felt her smile against your lips.

When she pulled away, you lifted your head, chasing her mouth, but she just chuckled and pressed you back down into the mat. She wore the galaxy like a halo around her head, and you could just barely see that heartbreaking smile against her silhouette, her fangs flashing behind her lips. You whimpered again when she stilled her hand, choosing instead to draw slow circles over that soft spot inside of you.

Dipping her head to nip at your jaw, Ellie shushed you even as you felt her grinning against your skin. “Need you to focus for me, baby,” she said, voice nothing more than a husky murmur. “Need you to be a good girl and stay nice and quiet for me, okay?”

You nodded without fully registering what she was saying - all you could focus on was the spiced warmth of her perfume and the way her fingers seemed to create twice as many stars in the universe above you.

“Can you touch yourself for me?” Ellie met your eyes, head tilted and that crooked smirk making something behind your chest flutter.

You nodded again, bleary-eyed, and watched as though through a dream as Ellie took your wrist, guiding two of your fingers into her mouth. Her fangs caught on your skin, and you felt the warmth of blood beading there. Her eyes darkened as she ran her tongue over your fingers, wetting them for you. You felt her moan at the metal sweetness of your blood, and could feel the restraint as she released your fingers with a pop of her lips.

When you brought your hand down between your own legs, Ellie pressed the palm of her free hand to your mouth before drawing her fingers out of you, silencing the moan that wracked your chest when she slammed back into you.

You wanted to scream - you wanted to cry out her name, uncaring of who heard you. But all you could do was whimper weakly against her hand, listening to her murmur gentle praises in your ear in stark contrast to the way she slammed into you over and over again. You rubbed desperate circles over your clit, chasing a high that brought the prick of tears to your eyes.

Ellie removed the hand from your mouth and kissed you when you came, swallowing every whimper and gasp as though they were the sweetest wine. You brought your free hand up to tug desperately at her hair, as though it would keep you from floating up to join the stars above you.

As your body slowly became limp and loose once more, Ellie gently slid her fingers out of you. She traced a single, gentle circle over your clit, chuckling when you shuddered from the sensitivity, before lifting herself off of you. She took a moment to straighten your dress for you, pulling it back down to cover your thighs (Such a gentleman, you giggled), and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead - it shouldn’t have made your chest ache as much as it did. A small part of you wanted to curl up in embarrassment knowing that she could hear the way your heart reached for her.

But Ellie didn’t comment on it. She just lifted her head, bracing herself on her elbow as she leaned over you, and murmured, “Are you spent for the night?”

But you weren’t. In fact, a newfound adrenaline lit up in your veins, sparking as though there was fire beneath your skin. A stupidly reckless want had been brewing in your chest since the night she had come to your apartment, and now - here, under the stars - you felt like you were going to burst from the size of it.

So it was as though that want had taken over your mouth when you said, “Actually, can we go back to your place?”

___

The drive back to Ellie’s house was the longest twenty minutes you had ever experienced. Your fingers drummed restless against the leather beneath you, tapping absently to the beat of whatever rock song was playing from the speakers. Ellie’s hand on your bare thigh was freezing in contrast to the warmth still prominent in the pit of your stomach.

Ellie, for her part, took every road 20 over the speed limit. If it had been any of your friends that were driving, you would have been yelling at them to slow down, gripping the overhead handle as though your life depended on it. But, inexplicably, you trusted her to get you there safely.

The car was hardly in park before Ellie killed the engine and hopped out, hurrying around the other side to open the door for you. As she took your hand, you felt a spark of confidence - nearly leaning into arrogance - at the fact that she was in such a huge, reckless hurry to get her hands on you again.

Once inside - after a full minute of her fumbling with her keys - Ellie immediately crowded you against the door, hands on your hips and her thigh wedged between your legs. The way she kissed you made you lightheaded, holding you with a possessiveness that made your knees weak. She pressed her tongue past your lips, so fucking warm, coaxing a moan from your throat-

You needed to focus.

It took incredible strength to pull away from her, and a cocky warmth spread through your chest at the gentle whine that came from her when you broke away. Ellie was pouting, her eyes trained on your mouth, brow pinched as though from the effort of holding herself back. You couldn’t contain your smile, tracing your thumb over her bottom lip and loving the way her mouth parted, a soft sigh brushing over your cheeks.

Looking at her through your lashes, you said, “I haven’t even seen your room yet.”

You caught the flash of a smile before Ellie took your hand, leading you up a set of ornate stairs; you didn’t even have time to admire the detailed vine engravings on the banister before she pulled you into her room.

It was nearly as big as your apartment. Large bay windows took up the far wall, nothing but streetlights and darkness visible past the curtains. Vintage furniture dotted the room - a large vanity dresser stood on one corner, and you realized Ellie must have replaced the mirror with a modern one, because you could see her pulling you across the room. A whole chandelier - albeit a small one - hung from the high ceiling, reflecting a warm glow through the room.

You locked onto the large four-poster bed, the sheets still rumpled, a mountain of pillows thrown haphazardly against the headboard. Without giving yourself time to second-guess this, you pushed Ellie backwards, loving how she went willingly - obediently - until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed.

“Let me take care of you this time,” you murmured, guiding her up the bed, her short hair splayed against the plush pillows. Crawling over her, you ran your hands up her chest, fingers dancing over her throat - you ignored the stillness where her pulse should’ve been, unwilling to let yourself lose your courage. You focused instead on the way her lips parted, looking up at you with hooded eyes, her hands braced on your thighs. “I want to see what you look like when you come undone.”

Need was a better word for it, but it got caught in your throat and you had to swallow it back down so it would sit right next to your desperate heart.

You undid the top button of Ellie’s shirt - mouth watering at the sharp slope of her collarbones - and then the second, and then you lost your patience and reached for the hem instead, pulling it up and over her head. You couldn’t decide where you wanted your hands first, overwhelmed by the miles of porcelain skin beneath you, choosing to run your hands up her sides, smiling when she squeezed your thighs.

You couldn’t stop yourself from saying, soft as a secret, “You’re beautiful.”

That vulnerability was there again, just as it had been when you spoke those same words earlier in the evening. The difference now was Ellie didn’t turn away or laugh it off - she looked up at you, those green eyes bared before you, and smiled, real and open and only for you.

Your hands had made their way to her bare chest, and you let your fingers graze over the soft swell of her breasts, motivated by the way she arched up into your touch. You traced your thumbs in gentle circles over her nipples, your legs clenching at the soft moan that filled the room like music. You leaned down to kiss her - you couldn’t help it, you had to know what that moan tasted like - and Ellie reached up to tangle a hand in your hair, holding you there as though you might float away.

You pulled away just enough to reach down and undo the button of her trousers, but she still whined at the loss, raising her head to try to catch your lips. You couldn’t help but laugh - you were heady with it, intoxicated by the way her eyes shined as though you were back amongst the stars.

Ellie let you go just long enough for you to push her trousers down her legs and onto the floor, her boxers following shortly after, and then she was bare before you, miles and miles of freckled skin making your head spin. She spread her legs so you could kneel between them, the skirt of your dress brushing her bare thighs, fabric sparkling from the low light of the chandelier. Everything seemed so hazy, you weren’t quite convinced you weren’t dreaming.

If you were a different person, you would take your time - make her wait for it, like she had made you nearly beg for it. But you weren’t that person, and your patience was already wearing far too thin, so you already found yourself brushing your fingers over the curls between her legs.

Ellie shifted her hips, pressing down against your hand, just as impatient as you were. You wanted to see her flush so badly it ached, wanted to see her desire written in beautiful pink letters over that freckled skin. But you settled for her delicious gasp when you ran your fingers through the slick already pooled between her thighs.

“God, Ellie,” you said, leaning down to brush your lips over her jaw, “you're so fucking wet already.” Just for a bite of irony, you sank your teeth right where her pulse should have been, sucking it into your mouth even though you knew there wouldn’t be a mark to show for it; it was enough just to hear her whine, low and desperate, in your ear.

You'd give her an easy one - just one, because you couldn’t predict how the next part would play out, and you couldn’t miss the opportunity to unravel her. So you dipped just the tips of your fingers inside of her, loving the desperate way she gasped for air she didn’t need, before gliding your slick fingers over her aching clit.

You could have lived happily off of Ellie's moans alone, swallowing them as though they were ambrosia. You circled your fingers over her clit and watched, transfixed, as she arched up into your touch, mouth dropping open and the sweetest sounds filling the air. You wished you could bottle it, pluck a note from the air and keep it as your own instead of settling for the memory of each cadence. You leaned over her, taking her nipple into your mouth to see just how many notes she could reach.

The first one came quickly, with a whine low in Ellie’s throat and her hands gripping the sheets. You rubbed soft circles over her clit, gently working her over the edge until her body stopped shaking and the tension in her muscles relaxed.

That was the easy part. And you knew she could hear your heart pounding against your ribcage, fighting to break free, at what you wanted - what you needed - to do next.

You planted a kiss to her cheek before you climbed off of her, watching her blink blearily up at you. You only gave her a few minutes to relax, just long enough for you to position yourself against the headboard, gathering a pile of pillows to support your back, your skirt pooling around you like water - or like blood, you thought in a haze.

Once you had gotten settled, you touched Ellie’s arm and said, “Come here.”

She looked up at you with a question in her eyes, but she didn’t argue when you patted your lap. You helped her sit up, gently guiding her to straddle one of your thighs, lifting your knee just enough for her to sit back on. She sighed when her bare pussy brushed against your skin. She wore the dim glow of the chandelier like a halo around her head; she looked so inhumanly beautiful that you couldn’t help but voice it once more.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, you know,” you murmured, unwilling to speak any louder for fear of shattering the hazy glow around you. You reached up and cupped her cheek with one hand as your other snaked down between her legs, lowering your knee to make room. Ellie leaned her head into your hand, gasping when your fingers brushed over her sensitive clit. “How you’d look. How you’d sound.” You gently pressed one finger into her, revelling in the low groan it pulled from her. “How I could best make you come undone.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, you thought as you pressed another finger into her, unbearable heat pooling between your legs when she dropped her head against your shoulder with a moan. You had thought about how you could unravel her, but it wasn’t just your hand you wanted to use.

So, knowing that she could hear the way your heart raged inside of your chest - knowing she could hear the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through you like fire in your veins - you said, “Bite me.”

Ellie froze, her entire body tensing. She lifted her head from your shoulder to meet your eyes and you saw the question written within the green flecks. She hesitated, her hands squeezing your shoulders, mouth pressed into one hard line. You couldn’t quite believe that you were sticking your head into the bear’s maw and begging for it to bite down, but you just curled your fingers inside of her, watching the way her eyelashes fluttered, and repeated, “Bite me, Ellie.”

You saw her eyes flash with something akin to hunger - a primeval hunger - before she lowered her head and sank her teeth into your neck.

You felt it when her fangs broke skin, but the hot, blinding pain lasted only for a moment - only in the space between gasps. Then it was replaced by a warmth you had never experienced before, as though your blood had turned to ichor, radiant and golden beneath your skin. You felt Ellie shift, rolling her hips against your hand, riding your fingers, and the sound she made sent pleasure racing down your spine.

You weren’t sure what it was - if it was venom or pheromones or something else entirely - but when Ellie drank from you, it was a euphoric high unlike anything you had felt before. As she rocked against your hand, riding out her own pleasure and moaning against your skin, you found yourself whimpering alongside her.

It felt so fucking good, as though she were fucking you herself. You heard yourself distantly, voice rising louder than you had ever been before, but it was as though you were hearing yourself through a dream. You reached up with your free hand, feeling as though you were floating, and braced your hand against the back of Ellie’s head to hold her there. Her own fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to give her better access, and your eyes rolled back in your head as white-hot pleasure ran beneath your skin. She could have drained you dry for all you cared - you just didn’t want her to stop.

“Fuck.” You couldn’t tell if you whimpered the word or shouted it. All you knew was Ellie’s body rocking against you, hips stuttering, moaning right in your ear - pressing the sound into your fucking veins like a drug. The heat in your stomach was rising higher and higher, thighs clenching around the pleasure, not wanting it to end.

You came at the same time, your body arching up into Ellie as she rode out her high. She released you with a moan, her hands tightening in your hair as she pressed her face into your shoulder, body shaking as the waves crashed over her. You thought you cried out her name, but you couldn’t be sure; it felt like you were floating.

It was several long minutes before Ellie moved again, twitching against you in the aftermath. When she finally lifted her head, you should have been sick - your blood had smeared over her mouth, lips stained red with the very thing that kept you alive. Instead, you tilted your head up and kissed her, uncaring of the sharp metal that filled your mouth, tasting your own life.

Ellie lifted herself off of you, wincing at the sudden emptiness. Wiping her mouth, she grimaced, said, “Give me a second,” and disappeared through a door, presumably to the en suite bathroom. When she returned a minute later, her face was clean and she wore a black robe, left open so you could see the sharp expanse of her body. She came back to the bed and wiped a warm, wet towel over your neck; you didn't look at the stain that was left behind.

“Come on,” she murmured, taking your hand and pulling you from the bed. When you complained, she only said, “I know - it took a lot out of you, and if you don’t eat, you’ll feel even more like shit when you wake up.”

You didn’t understand what she meant until you stood up; the room tilted around you, your knees weak, so you didn’t complain any more as Ellie helped you up, one arm around your waist to support you. You let her strip you out of your dress - noting the wetness around the skirt, unsure of which of you had been the cause - and help you into one of her own shirts.

You reached to touch your own neck, expecting the wound to still be open and surprised when your fingers came away clean. Confused and dazed, you said, “Am I not…?”

Ellie shook her head, leaning over the press a gentle kiss to the tender spot. “When we feed, it kind of… cauterizes the wound. Less of a mess that way.”

She guided you downstairs, supporting your weight, your knees feeling as though they would give out beneath you. You were too dazed to take in the kitchen she led you to - only that it was large with dark wood, a giant island taking up the middle of it. It was here that Ellie deposited you, setting you on one of the bar stools before she left you to patter about the kitchen.

“I thought vampires didn’t eat food,” you said, resting your head in your hand, your eyelids impossibly heavy. It required more focus than it should’ve to keep them open, so you kept yourself distracted by watching her scramble about the kitchen. Her robe had fallen even more open, so you could see the swell of her breasts and the dark hair between her legs.

“We don’t,” she said, disappearing into a large pantry, her voice muffled through the door. “But I, um… I wanted you to stay over sometime, so I went shopping. I wasn’t entirely sure what you liked, so I kind of just… bought a lot.”

You couldn’t help but smile - at the thoughtfulness and the way she smiled at you sheepishly when she reappeared, arms laden with food. Embarrassingly, your stomach growled when you saw it.

“Why don’t you snack on this while I make you some actual food?” she said, passing a plastic container of cookies over to you. “I know it’s not, like, the best for humans to eat, but the sugar will help.”

You were on your second cookie when you stilled, a sudden dread filling your throat so you couldn’t swallow another bite. Looking up at her where she was preparing the stove, you waited until she met your eyes before asking, “Will I…,” you gauged your words carefully, “you know… turn?”

Something akin to amusement flashing in her eyes, Ellie said, “No, you won’t turn - it requires a lot more steps than simply biting. If that’s all it took, there’d be a lot more of us running around.” You weren’t sure if that made you feel better; as though sensing your discomfort, Ellie rounded the island and kissed you gently, a soothing hand running over your back. “Something like that is really hard on your body. Stop worrying and just let me take care of you, okay?”

You nodded, sleepily blinking up at her and wanting nothing more than to curl up in her plush bed. But she was right, it wouldn’t be good for you to fall asleep after losing so much blood. So you rested your chin on the counter and watched as she bustled about the kitchen, preparing food she didn’t require but had bought anyway, and wondering when you could do it again.

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