At Last 🩸
A Dracula fic
Rating: Explicit
Tw: longing, kissing, smut
Word Count: 2.3k
A/n: Hello! I have heard your requests for a Dracula fic!🤭 I really loved this movie and the different approach they took to it. I just wish they had more time together 😭 So that’s what I did. Enjoy!
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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. You’re just as he remembered. Soft brown eyes, long lashes, pink cheeks, and full lips, dying be kissed by him. You look at him like he’s all you’ve ever wanted.
The journey back to his castle is long but he doesn’t 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. You’re 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. He’s 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 coffin’s 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.
“Welcome home, my love,” he coos.
“It’s good to be home. Show me what I’ve missed,” 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. It’s in the way you press your lips together when you’re 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. You’re 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. You’re 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 he’d 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.
“Calme-toi mon amour, j'ai toute l'éternité pour embrasser tes lèvres,” he smirks.
Calm down my love, I have forever to kiss you like this.
Your cheeks heat and you smile shyly at him.
“I know… show me our bedroom,” you purr.
He nods and takes your hand in his, leading you upstairs.
He’s 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 you’re lost in thought, walking around the room, and loving everything you’re seeing. Your fingertips dance over the bedspread and remember fondly the memories that were shared there so long ago.
He can’t 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.
“I’ve missed you,” 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 doesn’t 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 he’s endured these last few centuries. Maybe God was forgiving.
You twist your body to face him and your eyes are pleading and soft.
“Make love to me, please,” you beg.
He can’t deny you. There is no way of ever saying no to you as long as he lives. You’ve always been his weakness and it’ll 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 can’t help but sigh into each other’s touch. Kissing like this makes him feel complete and human again.
He lays you down in the middle of the large bed and can’t 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 didn’t want to put a scratch on you.
“Are you fond of this dress my love?” He asks, his eyes mapping where he wants to touch next.
You shake your head no, “ Not particularly, why?”
“Because I need this off of you now,” 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. You’re so perfect, every last inch of you. He didn’t 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 that’s 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 he’s 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.
“Qu'y a-t-il, mon amour?”
What is it, my love?
“J'ai terriblement besoin de toi,” you sigh.
I need you horribly.
“Je connais la patience, ma chère. Je veux te savourer.”
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. It’s 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 doesn’t deserve you to touch him like this but he has you now, desperately needing each other’s 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 won’t get enough of. Your hand rubs and jerks his length at a slow and steady pace, touching every inch of him. He’s 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.
“Slow at first, love,” you breathe.
He smiles at you, so in love with all of you.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” 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.
You’re 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 can’t 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 he’s stuffed to the hilt inside you, your walls squeeze around him and flutter. He groans in agony, unable to have much control.
“You feel so good,” 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, he’d have so much time with you to do that. He’s just so distracted by it.
His hips begin to move faster, hungry to watch you fall apart for him. He couldn’t wait to see your face as you come undone. Your hand suddenly goes down to where you two are connected. You’re looking down at him as he slowly plunges his cock inside you. You whimper at the sight and look back up into his eyes.
“I fit perfectly inside you, don’t I, my love,” 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.
“Yes…. So perfect. I love it,” 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 he’s ever felt. His internal battle of blood lust and the love he has for you sweeps over him.
You turn back to him concerned.
“Bite me, my love. I want you forever,” you sigh.
“No, not yet. I don’t want to do that just yet. I just got you back. I want to just love you,” he cries.
Your hands caress his face and you smile up at him.
“Please love me,” you beg.
He kisses you and thrusts one last time inside you before you completely fall apart. You’re the most gorgeous thing he’s 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. He’s overwhelmed with emotion. He can’t believe you’re 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.
“I love you my darling. How I’ve missed you,” he murmurs.
“I love you too. And now we won’t have to miss each other ever again. I’m yours forever,” you smile.
“Tu m'appartiens pour, toujours,” he says low.
You belong to me, forever.