Page 9 of Sanguine
It’s like being split in two but in the best possible way. Bastien is so much bigger than his fingers, and the power behind each and every stroke is enough to make me grunt even though he’s going slow. He moves between my thighs with sleek, near-cruel strength, but I love it. I’m throbbing into the cool ocean air with how good it feels to be underneath this vampire, and each stroke is hitting me someplace deep inside that has my grunts getting louder, longer, lower.
“It’s happening again,” I moan. “It’s gonna— I’m gonna—”
He lunges forward, fangs shining in the shadows, and right as I begin the shameful spurting again, his face is in my neck and he’s biting me and drinking me down. The sheer, intoxicating pleasure of his bite coupled with the possessive invasion of him inside me—I feel ridden, I feel owned, I feel dirty and wild and seen. I feel like I want this forever, this exact moment, Bastien buried inside me, both fang and cock, while my own cock throbs and spills between our stomachs.
And it’s as he’s drinking me that his own orgasm begins jolting inside my arse, as if the pleasure of tasting me has pushed him over the edge, and he sucks his fill as his hips keep fucking and fucking and fucking, shoving into me with a desperation that drives my own climax further and further on, spattering again and again between us both.
Minutes go by, and then hours. Eternities. Both of us caught in a dizzying world of bleeding, primal orgasms. Until finally Bastien lifts his head and hisses his deep, predatory satisfaction into the dark.
The sound warms up the inside of my chest. I satisfied him. I’ve felt more alive tonight than I have in years, I’ve found the wicked ecstasy I came here looking for—and yet the thing that has me smiling at the ceiling is that I’ve pleased him.
He notices. “You like being my toy?” he murmurs, nuzzling into my bloody neck and kissing it, licking it clean. “My personal priest toy? Hmm?”
“Yes,” I grunt. I turn so he has to look at me. “I—I want to do it again.”
He laughs a little, kissing my lips and then draping himself on top of me. “We need to wait a while before I drink from you again. Maybe a day or two. But everything else …”
Hope is scarier than being bitten by a vampire, but I let myself feel it. “You want to see me in a day or two?”
Bastien’s ribs heave against mine, and I can’t tell if he’s laughing at me or if it’s one of those self-deprecating laughs for himself. “Aaron,” he says, “I don’t want to frighten you, but I’m already trying to figure out how I can marry you, or at least keep you locked up naked for my pleasure for the next decade. Yes, I want to see you in a day or two. And a month or two. And a year or two. I have nowhere else to be, and you’re the best thing I’ve found in more than two hundred years. So by all means, consider yourself penciled in.”
“Oh,” I say. It’s about all I can say. I’m feeling too many things to say anything more. Except. “I was a priest in the Order, Bastien. I want this more than you can know, but … our pasts …”
Bastien kisses my chest, his hips beginning a gentle war of pressure and friction as he does. “I’ll tell you a secret, mon prêtre,” he murmurs. “I was a priest too.”
For a moment, there is only the sound of the ocean outside. I can’t think. I can’t even breathe, I’m so stunned. “You were a priest?” I manage.
“I joined during la revolution,” he says between presses of his lips to my skin. “Because I was terrified. I was the pointless, wastrel son of a comte, and I felt certain I’d be thrown in prison or worse, so I left the Second Estate for the First for no better reason than I was scared of my own bloodline and what it meant. I was asked to join the Order not long after, which I did, and was sent back to Paris to hunt vampires. There were many there that decade, drawn by the slaughter, and there were many vicious, murdering ones that I still don’t regret killing. But all it took was one faster than me, one cleverer, and then I was at her mercy, and she drank from me, of course, that unforgivable sin for the Order. She gave me a choice, after—she could let me go back to the Church, where I would have to lie for the rest of my life about being bitten, or she could turn me. I only knew panic then; I was still chasing after some idea of safety. I didn’t know I would be trading a short, lonely life for a long, lonely one, or I might have chosen differently, you see.”
Bastien falls into silence then, and my chest hurts for him. I wrap my arms around him and brace my heels, and flip us over, so I’m caging him in.
“Christ, you’re big,” he mutters, but it’s with delight as he runs both his hands over my bum and hips and back. My cock likes it when I’m patted and stroked like a prized stud, I guess, because it’s all the way hard again, aching a little but ready for more. I rub it against his fresh erection, and we both groan.
“Bastien, I don’t want you to be lonely,” I say.
“It was maudlin of me to phrase it that way. I’m not lonely right now.”
“No.” I try again, searching for better words. “I’m not going to let you be lonely. Starting now. I want—I want to be tied to your bed. Married to you. I want your teeth in my neck whenever you’re thirsty. I want it, and you’ve said that I’ve earned every dirty thing I want by being so good, so I’ve earned this and I’m taking it.”
Bastien’s eyes glitter in the dark. “So you are, mon prêtre. So you shall.” He sounds happy and hopeful and just as scared as me, and yes, it’s undeniable now, I’m falling in love with a vampire. “And if you are to be mine for all these months and years, what shall I do with you next?” he asks.
I rub my cock along the length of his, making us both shiver. “I think I have a few ideas,” I tease.
“Look at you,” Bastien says proudly. “One day with me and you’re making jokes and smiling! You’re the blithe one, my friend, yes, you are.”
I lean down to kiss his beautiful mouth, and I can still taste blood between us. “I think you meansanguine,” I say, and then as we’re still laughing, Bastien reaches for the bottle and the night sharpens once again into wonderful, wicked desire.
And it doesn’t escape my notice that as Bastien worships me into sweet oblivion, the stars outside are raining down light over the sea.
The end.
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