Page 21 of Unbound

We’re in the park—in public—but that thought is lost on me. It’s late, and it’s quiet, and right now, I don’t care about anything other than getting as close to Xavier as I possibly can. Heart hammering, I look up at Xavier for a beat before locking back down, pulling the belt completely free from the loops. I drop it on the ground next to his suit jacket and grab the hem of his shirt, untucking it.

Unable to wait any longer, Xavier stands with me in his arms. My legs fasten around him and he advances, kissing me in a fury and sliding his hands down my body. He squeezes my ass and pulls me closer to him. His hard cock presses against me, and I arch my back to push myself closer against him.

The energy ball grows brighter as my desire deepens, and then explodes, raining tiny bits of energy around us. Xavier draws his fangs, moving his mouth to my neck. Unable to resist him any longer, I start undoing the buttons on his shirt.

Moving with vampire speed, Xavier gathers up our stuff and speeds across the park, going into a white tent that’s in the process of being set up for an art festival happening this week. It’s covered on all four sides, and locked boxes of merchandise line one side. Xavier sets me down in the middle of the tent and grabs a drop cloth that’s covering a statue. He folds it and spreads it on the grass, and then flattens his suit jacket over top, giving us more cushion.

Enveloping me in his arms again, he kisses my neck as he unties the sweatshirt that’s still around my waist. Goosebumps break out all over my body as he gathers the material of my top, bringing it up over my head. I raise my arms, allowing him to strip me bare. He kisses me again, and then puts his lips to my neck, fangs scraping over my skin. I moan softly, shivering from the sensation.

I run my hand over his muscular chest, trailing my fingers along the buttons on his shirt, along the waistband of his pants, and over his cock.

He moans at my touch, kissing a trail from my neck along my collarbone. I put both hands on either side of his head, curling my fingers in his hair, and urge his mouth to my breasts.

“Wren,” he groans, letting go of me for a brief second to widen his stance. I step in closer, eyes closed and heart racing. I pop the button on his pants, the force of his big, hard cock pushes the zipper down on its own accord. He lets out a moan when it’s freed, and I glance down, looking at the glistening tip that’s sticking out over the top of his boxers.

I pump my hand up and down Xavier’s cock as he bends his head down, running his tongue over my earlobe. I shiver, though I’m far from cold.

His fingers sweep down my back, trailing along my spine, mouth to my neck again. He kisses and sucks at my skin, somehow not breaking through with his fangs. He finds a sweet spot, one that sends tingles through my body, making my pussy pulse with anticipation for his cock.

Suddenly, it’s like I’m standing here naked in front of Xavier for the first time all over again. I’ve bared everything to him; not just my body but my soul. And he’s done the same to me. We both have darkness in us, a drive to protect who we love no matter the cost.

And we’re still here, still standing together anyway.

Somehow I manage to get the rest of the buttons on his shirt undone, and he hooks his fingers into the waist of my pants, pulling them down. I hold onto him as I kick off my shoes and step out of my remaining clothes.

I push his pants down, he kicks them off and pounces on me again, hands wrapping around my waist. My breasts heave in his face as he picks me up.

Wrapping my legs around him, I bend my arms and rake my fingers through his hair. Xavier moves us forward, pressing me against a large wooden box. We’re in the park. The tent isn’t locked, obviously. Anyone could just walk in and find us. But I don’t care. If Xavier stops, my body won’t be able to handle it.

Xavier drops to his knees, urging my legs apart. Starting at my calf, he kisses his way up my thighs, his touch getting rougher the closer he gets to my core. His fangs scrape over me, breaking my skin just enough for the tiniest bit of blood to rise to the surface. He licks it off and my breath quickens, heart close to beating right out of my chest. His lips settle on my lower abdomen, right above the elastic in my black panties.

With a devilish look in his eye, he glances at me for a second, and brings his mouth over me, breathing a tease through the fabric of my underwear. Closing my eyes, I bring my head back against the boxes behind me. Something inside rattles and falls over, but neither of us stop. Xavier slips his fingers around the side of my panties and brings them down.

My knees are already weak, and I feel like I might fall over. Somehow able to sense it, Xavier scoops me up and lays me down on the makeshift mattress in the middle of the tent. Wasting no time, he moves his head back between my legs and puts his mouth over my clit. I inhale sharply, eyes fluttering shut. He doesn’t stop until I coming, body writhing with pleasure against his face. I loudly moan, not caring if a passerby hears us. If they do, they’d just be jealous.

Once my body settles down, Xavier raises his head up, looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world. I’m so overcome with desire, to have him inside of me, despite the fact I just had an orgasm, I desperately reach for him, doing a terrible job of pulling his strong and muscular body onto mine.

He moves over top of me, holding himself up on his forearms, and I wrap my hand around his thick cock, licking my lips as I spread the bead of precum from the tip, using it to wet his shaft as I jerk him off. He groans, enjoying my touch for just a moment, and then grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. He moves to his side and brings my hand up over my head, and does the same with the other, holding them both with one hand, leaving his other free to continue touching me. Keeping both of my wrists locked in his grasp, he kisses me again and brings the other between my thighs, urging my legs open.

But he doesn’t touch my core. Instead, his fingers go to an almost healed bite wound on my thigh, and remembering him sinking his fangs into me and drinking my blood brings about another wave of pleasure. With slow, deliberate movements, he brings them up closer and closer. Inch by fucking inch until everything inside of me is screaming and begging to be touched.

He finds my clit and sweeps his fingers over it so lightly, teasing me. It’s as if this is a game to him and he’s seeing how long I can hold out before I grab his hips and bring him onto me, moving him between my legs and welcoming his cock.

“I need you,” I whisper, and those three words are all it takes for Xavier to move in a flurry, putting himself between my legs. But he doesn’t put his cock inside, leaving me ‌aching with need.

“Patience, my little witch,” he growls and moves his hips so the tip of his cock rubs against my clit. I let out a breath as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. Fuck, he’s good, and he knows it. He’s had hundreds of years of practice and perfecting his every move. Plus the man has the willpower of a fucking god. And the cock of one too, and I look down, hardly able to see because he’s so close to me.

“You’re so fucking wet” he groans, rubbing his cock against me again but this time the tip just barely enters me.

“You make me wet.” I arch my hips and Xavier groans. His mouth goes to my neck and bites his fangs into my flesh at the same time he pushes his big cock inside me.

The first time we had sex, I wasn’t sure if he would fit. Now it’s like we’re made for each other, with him filling every inch, fitting in so tightly he hits all the right spots. Dragging my fingers down his back, digging my nails into his skin as he sucks a mouthful of blood. The pain mixed with the pleasure sends me over the edge, and I angle my hips so he hits the sweet spot inside that makes me come, wetness spilling from me.

He fucks me slow as he drinks another mouthful of my blood and then pulls his head back, licking the little wounds on my neck. I wrap my legs around him and he speeds up his movements, making me come one more time before he stops and sits back on his knees, grabbing my leg and holding it up in the air, pounding his cock into me.

Reaching down, I put my hand over his, feeling him touch me. My pussy contracts, and a moan escapes my lips. In sync with me, Xavier pitches forward, cock pulsing inside me as he comes. My inner walls spasm around him, and I bring my arms up, hands landing on either side of his face.

I’m panting, with my heart racing, unable to form a coherent sentence. Xavier rests his forehead against mine and puts his fingers over the bite on my neck, helping it clot. We stay like this for a while, not wanting to get up and face reality.