33. Silas

I watchJuliet as she sleeps, her breathing deep and even. She's been asleep for hours, since I fucked her into oblivion in the kitchen of our pseudo-dream house. I should have been more gentle with her. I shouldn't have taken her ass like that with no warning.

But the surprised squeak that burst from her, smelling her desire and fear mingled with that sour edge of pain - fuck, what that did to me. My perfect, dirty slut. My perfect girl. My girl.

She was already asleep when I told her I loved her. When I murmured to her that I wanted to put a baby in her, so that she'd be mine forever. I can't tell her that I didn't come in her pussy because I'm scared of what I want. I can't tell her that the idea of filling her with my cum til she's pregnant makes me so hard I can't think. I can't tell her that for the first time I want a future I could never envision before.

But now the thoughts won't let me go, and I shift her in my arms so she's on her back. I move over her, teasing her clit with the head of my cock. She stirs but doesn't wake, her lips parting slightly as she murmurs in her sleep.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you sleep," I tell her. I push a finger inside her, biting back a groan when I find that she's wet, practically dripping for me. She's wet enough to take me now, for me to sink into her without waking her.

I kiss her neck, smelling the blood that's gently pulsating through her body. I slide inside her slowly, watching her nipples peak as her body reacts to me. She's completely relaxed in her dream state, warm and pliant, her head tilted slightly to the side so I can see her pulse quicken.

I don't fuck her yet, just lie like that, savouring the feeling of her wrapped around my cock. I suck one of her pretty tan nipples into my mouth. She shifts lightly, the movement causing her to tighten around me, and I groan. I start to move slowly, and she gets wetter and warmer.

"Are you dreaming about me?" I murmur against her ear. "Are you dreaming about me fucking you, angel?"

She makes little sounds, tiny gasps and moans. Her eyelashes flutter, and she frowns a little.

"Oh." It's more of a breath than a word. Her hands are on my back, her body still so dreamily soft. "It's not a dream."

"No, it's not, angel." I pick up the pace, and within minutes both of us are hot and sweating, caught underneath the thick blanket. Her eyes are wide open now, gazing up at me as I fuck her hard. "Such a dirty slut," I pant, my cock hammering into her, right to her end. "Wet for me even in your sleep."

She moans, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh god."

I wrap a hand around her throat. "Who?"

She stutters, inhaling sharply as I press the sides of her neck. "Oh fuck… Silas."

I chuckle darkly. "Is your ass still sore, angel?"

She nods, breathing rapidly. "Don't-"

"I want my cum spilling out of this pussy." I hitch her leg higher over my hip, and her back arches off the bed. "Come for me, angel."

It only takes a few more strokes for her cunt to quiver around me. The sensation is too much. My desire is making me foolish. I know I shouldn't, but I roar out my release, spilling deep inside her. Her fingers are clasped around the edge of the pillow, her head thrown to the side, her hair covering her face. Every puffed breath sends tendrils of that soft gold hair fluttering from her lips.

Fuck, she's perfect.

I pull out of her and move down between her thighs. She doesn't protest as I lick and suck her clit, determined to make her come again with all my cum inside her. She draws in one sharp, small breath after another, her body clenching, and with a high-pitched whimper, she pulsates on my lips.

"Good girl," I murmur against her dripping cunt. "What a good fucking girl you are."

I trace my tongue along the scars on her labia, down her thigh, my mark, my brand. I have to take a steadying breath, because the feeling of that raised skin against my tongue has me hard, and I know she needs to rest and eat before I bend her over the kitchen bench and fuck her again.

"Is it still storming?" Her voice is breathy and spent, and she blinks as I stroke the hair out of her face.

"It is, angel." Rain batters the window as I lower my mouth to hers. "No tornado, but still storming."

"Well, we'd better stay here then." She pulls me down to her, and we lie in the bed together, my arms encircling her tightly. We both doze off for a little while, but I don't sleep deeply. I'm not even tired. I'm simply happy, and more comfortable than I've been in years.

When I wake a while later, the sky is barely brighter, still heavy with angry clouds. Juliet rolls over in my arms and grins up at me.

"Good morning, again." She kisses my collarbone. "Kinda disappointed I'm not waking up with your dick inside me."

I laugh and stretch, tucking a hand behind my head. "I have to say I'm enjoying doing whatever I want to you."

"So am I." She lays her chin on my chest, gazing at me with her big grey eyes. "But not anal. I don't mind everything else, but anal, that's an awake thing. Wide awake."

"Understood, angel." I caress her forehead with my fingertips. "You feel like heaven when you're asleep."

She smiles at me, her eyes betraying all that simmering lust that lies beneath the surface. "I loved waking up like that. Your mouth." She presses a kiss to my chest. "Your fingers." Her tongue flicks over my nipple piercing. "Your cock. Whatever you want to put inside me while you wake me up, I don't mind."

I groan as her tongue probes my piercing again. "You need to eat first."

"Eat what?" She begins to move down my stomach, licking and kissing as she goes.

"Angel, I mean it." But I give up protesting as she moves down my body, and when her mouth descends on my cock, I simply give in to the feeling. Her tongue explores my length, flicking up and down, her teeth nipping at my piercing. She takes me deep, her head bobbing up and down lightly.

"Let's just stay here forever," I say with a groan, curling my fingers into her hair. She makes a little choking sound as I shove my cock to the back of her throat, her hands digging into my hips, urging me to fuck her mouth. "Fuck, let's just stay here, angel."

She hums, the sound vibrating straight through me, and I explode in her mouth. She swallows everything, licking her way gently up my shaft before releasing me with a soft pop. She grins at me, licking her lips.

"Too bad you don't sleep much, I could wake you up like this."

I laugh, pulling her into my arms. "I'll have to start sleeping more then." I kiss her forehead as she sighs happily. "Come on, you need to eat breakfast."

"And what about you?" She gazes up at me, her eyes suddenly full of concern. "I mean, you need more blood than what you brought with you, right?"

"I'll be alright. If you eat plenty while we're here, I can drink yours safely. I just don't want to hurt you."

"You mean I get extra orgasms in a day?" She laughs as I smack her ass. "I'm down with that."

"Right you, up now, and eat."

We pull on our clothes and head down to the kitchen, where I cook her another bizarre tin of convenience food that has her clapping her hands with glee. She eats all of it, and her cheeks are pink, her lips full, and she looks so much better than she ever did at the compound. She was always beautiful, but just two days away from that place and she doesn't look like a captive anymore.

"Did you mean that?" She asks me.

"Mean what?"

"What you said, while I was sucking your cock." She smirks at me. "About staying here forever?"

I lean back in my seat and stare out the window. Rain washes across the open field in heavy sheets, fog swirling in the tops of the trees.

"In another life, yeah. You and me, we'd stay here. Have our sweet little home. Maybe a dog. Do the hobby farm thing. Fuck all night."

When I look back at her, her expression is somewhere between contentment and sadness.

"That sounds nice." She looks down at her hands. "You know I haven't had a depo shot in a while, right?"

"I know that."

Her eyes remain downcast. "You said it was hard for a vampire to get a human pregnant."

"It is." I lean across the table, extending a hand which she takes, but still doesn't look up at me. "Do you not want me to come inside you? Is that what you're saying?"

She shakes her head, then shrugs. "I don't know. What did you mean when you said that? Like, how hard are we talking here? Like a one in a million chance?"

"I've only ever heard of it happening a handful of times. I can't be sure of the odds. You're young and healthy, maybe you'd be fertile enough… I don't know." I squeeze her hand, and she looks up at me, her eyes shining with tears. "Angel, if you don't want to run that risk, I'll pull out. I don't want you to worry."

"You like the idea though, don't you?"

I'm taken aback, combing through my memories to think if I said anything that betrayed just how feral the idea of her carrying my baby makes me. "Nothing that makes you unhappy makes me happy."

She sniffles and nods. "OK. Maybe in another life, but right now…"

A loud crash of thunder sounds overhead, and she jumps. I take her hand in both of mine.

"Guess we'll be staying here a little longer, ey?"

She smiles at me, shyly at first. "I guess so. I'm sure we'll find a way to keep entertained."

* * *

The storm rageson for days. A tornado doesn't eventuate, but I'm sure one passes not too far from us on the second day after our arrival. The wind howls and the thunder is louder than anything I've ever heard in my life.

Juliet and I stay holed up in our little farmhouse, taking strolls to stretch our legs when the wind stops howling long enough. The rain doesn't bother her at all, in fact she prefers walking in it, tipping her head up to meet the falling drops, her eyes closed, her expression one of pure bliss.

We don't see any Afflicted, and I wonder if the horde we saw on that last aborted trip to Savannah made their way to the compound. They haven't come this way, which is a relief. I'd worried at first that the farmhouse had been some sort of hideout for marauders - humans that escaped the compound and now live out in the wild, evading vamps and attacking any humans that crossed their path.

But no one returns to the house, and my exploration of the main house one day tells me no one has even looted the place. There were still plates on the table, as though the occupants had been interrupted and dragged out during a meal. It makes me shudder, but it also fills me with relief that no one seems to know about this place.

I entertain the thought of staying here several times, usually when I'm buried inside Juliet. I know I need to take her to Roanoke. I know we need the safety of bars and weapons and barbed wire. I can't keep her isolated out here forever, as much as I want to.

When we're not fucking, Juliet and I spend our time drawing, or reading one of the many books we found at the main house. Juliet reads me Shakespeare, putting on theatrical British accents that make me howl with laughter.

I hate this feeling. I hate how content I feel. We have so much time here, to explore each other, to discover each other in a way we couldn't before. I respect Juliet's wishes to not come inside her cunt, but coming in her ass or her mouth, even lashing her stomach or her back with my cum, it's all heavenly. I wake her with my cock or my mouth most mornings, unable to resist her warmth.

Several times I've bent her over the sofa or the counter with no warning, tearing her clothes off and fucking her breathless. She loves it, the fire in her eyes at being used by me igniting every single time.

I could live the rest of my life like this.

"What're you thinking?" Juliet is lying on her stomach, naked on the bed as she reads, snapping me from my thoughts.

"I was just thinking it's stopped raining."

She immediately understands my meaning, and gazes out the window. "Oh. I guess it has."

"But the generators need charging, you know. So they'll need a full day of sunlight before I can drive the truck again."

Juliet nods emphatically. "Yeah, absolutely."

"And it might start raining again." I gesture to the grey sky. "Looks heavy out there."

"It does."

We stare at each other for a little while. Juliet eventually climbs off the bed, crossing the room and straddling me where I sit on the armchair.

"You haven't had any blood today, have you?"

"I'm alright, angel." I stroke her hair back over her shoulders, running my fingers through it.

"I need you big and strong," she says, bracing her hands against my shoulders. "You need blood."

"Mmm, fine, but not from your neck."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "From where then?"

I lock an arm around her waist, carrying her down to the floor and laying her on her back. She sucks in a little breath of anticipation as I push apart her thighs.

"Do you want it to hurt a little, angel?"

She bites her lip and nods.

"Such a desperate little slut." I run my mouth along her thighs. "You'll even let me hurt you just so you can get off." I shove two fingers inside her, and she gasps. "Fuck my hand, there's a good girl."

She lifts her hips and rocks them against my hand, her hands flat on the floor as she holds herself steady.

"That's it. Fuck, your cunt is so pretty, angel." I watch her pussy take my fingers in, feel it becoming wetter as she keeps moving. I curl my fingers, and she moans as I find her g-spot. "Good girl, make yourself come, I want to feel that pussy as you come."

"I need more," she pants. "My clit, please."

I rub her clit with my thumb. "Like this?"

"Ohh, yeah. Like that." She rocks herself harder, her body moving frantically, begging for release. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

She becomes tighter around my hand, and she trembles as her orgasm has her come undone. I stroke inside her, before withdrawing my fingers, putting them in my mouth and sucking her off them. She tastes perfect, and her sweetness spikes my own arousal so sharply that I don't even warn her before I sink my fangs into her upper thigh.

She screams, arching violently off the floor, and a gush of heat washes across my chest. My triumph is so loud I can practically hear it echoing through my skull. I gulp down her blood, hot and sweet, before licking over the wounds. I look up her body, over her quivering stomach, to her flushed face.

"Oh fuck, what the fuck?" Her head drops back against the floor. "What the fuck was that?"

"You soaked me, angel."

Her head shoots back up, eyes wide with alarm. "I what?"

"You came so hard you squirted."

She yelps, trying to wriggle away, but her body isn't obeying her just yet. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's a good thing, angel. Never apologize for feeling good."

She covers her face with her hands. "Oh my god, how embarrassing."

I chuckle and pull her up, holding her as she sways in my arms. "Angel, I drink blood. A little squirting isn't going to put me off in the slightest. On the contrary. Now come on, let's get cleaned up."