Crimson

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I was lost the moment his lips touched mine. All thoughts of where I was and who he was, his harsh words, my hatred, his evil. It all left my mind. Instead, I was filled with the fact that he was the man I was destined to love. He was my other half.

I had never thought much about trying to find my mate. It just hadn't been a priority for me. I was happy with my independency.

I remembered when I was young, all of the other witches my age giggled and dreamed about their mates. I had never joined in, I had even found the conversations a bit pathetic.

But now, all I wanted was to be close to the man before me. The man that pressed his lips to mine and made me feel a desire like nothing before. I had kissed before, I had even had sex before. But the desire and pleasure I had felt then didn't even come close to what I felt kissing him.

He released my lips and we looked into each other's eyes again. His were red, crimson, and they were beautiful and looking at me with such hunger. I guessed I should have been scared, but at the same time I just couldn't be. My instincts told me that I was safe, that he would never hurt me.

His arms wrapped around me and with ease he lifted me onto the bed again. Then in one swift movement he tore my top and bra down the middle. To my surprise though, his eyes didn't travel down to look at my exposed breasts. They were fixated on mine. One of his hands however moved to touch them.

A sigh left my lips as he massaged them and I was surprised at the gentleness of his touch. I had expected him to be rough, to cause more pain than pleasure. But the touch felt caring, almost loving, more than anything else.

I closed my eyes to let myself get lost in the feeling, but he growled.

"Look at me," he ordered me and weirdly enough I found myself complying.

His hand moved further down and I gasped as I heard more tearing. I gasped again as I felt his fingers finding their way through my folds. They moved along the slit, feeling the wetness I knew was there. But they only lingered there for a moment before he retracted them. He moved them so I could see and a blush spread across my face at the amount of juices on them.

"So wet already?" he smirked.

He moved his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. I heard how he suppressed a moan.

"Delicious," he murmured and then without warning he tilted my head and his fangs pierced my skin at the same place as it had before.

That time I was not as lost in sensation as I had been the first time. I was lost in the pleasure, but I was also still aware. I could hear my moans and felt how I pressed myself against him. My hips moved, tried to find a way to saturate the fire within me. I could feel the fabric of his clothes press towards my core, and what's more, I could feel his harden cock and how I wanted to feel it without any fabric in-between.

My hands reached down to get his pants off. I desperately wanted to feel him against me, I wanted to feel him inside of me. But he stopped me. Pining my hands above my head.

"No," he growled against my neck as he took a quick pause in drinking my blood.

"Please," I whimpered, pressing myself as hard against him as I could. "I need more."

I could feel how his lips became a smile against my skin, but he didn't respond in any other way.

"Please. I need it. I need you," I continued to beg.

My pleas seemed to spur him on. But not enough so that he did what I wanted though.

He let go of my neck and tore the already destroyed clothes completely from my body. He then got me to my knees and placed me so that my back was pressed to his chest. He continued sucking out my blood, but in the new position he could also easily touch me wherever he wanted. One of his hands were focused on my breasts, playing with one of my nipples. Tugging, squeezing, creating pleasure in pain. The other hand was between my legs and the fingers had found my clit. Circling it, rubbing it, with just the right amount of pressure.

My head fell back onto his shoulder. I really didn't know what to do with myself. My hands had tight grips on his arms and my moans had started to turn more into screams of pleasure than moans.

It was all amazing and it was as if him drinking my blood made every single nerve in my ten times more sensitive. His touches felt more than any touch ever had. The sensations built and built in my body, looked for a release but not quite able to reach it.

I felt my body going weak. My mind started to cloud.

"Don't lose consciousness, Crimson," he whispered to me and I felt how the sensations changed ever so slightly, becoming more intense. His fingers were not only rubbing my clit anymore, but had entered me as well. Moving in and out of me. "You're not allowed to lose consciousness until I've gotten to hear your orgasm."

I was completely lost at that moment. Not aware of anything apart of the fire consuming me. It felt like every millimeter of me was being touch, the pleasure radiated all over my body. And then it reached its peak. My body shook, it felt like I was falling, breaking, but all in the best way possible. Not falling, but flying. Not breaking, but breaking free.

Then it fogged. The clouds swept in and everything went black.