Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

Serenity

Angelo's touch grew bolder and more purposeful, as if he was mapping out every single curve and contour of my form and committing each detail to memory. His fingers skimmed along the sides of my breasts, tracing delicate patterns that left me burning for more. I pressed into his touch, a silent plea for him to go further, to claim me as his own.

He met my gaze, his eyes dark with desire, and I saw my own hunger reflected back at me. "I want to touch every part of you," he murmured, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak of my nipple. "I want to make you feel cherished, worshipped, loved...alive."

I thought he would remove my bra, but instead, his mouth fastened over my nipple, sucking hard through the lacy material. The sudden sensation consumed me, my body surrendering to the overwhelmingly intense pleasure as I cried out, my back arcing off the bed. The contrast of the rough lace against my sensitive skin and the hot, wet pull of his mouth was exquisite torture, driving me to the brink of madness.

He slipped his hand down to my panties, his fingers stroking the delicate material, teasing the flesh underneath. His touch was hot through the thin fabric, and my hips instinctively lifted, seeking more contact. It was a maddening, delicious tease, a promise of the pleasure to come.

I was about to demand that he shed his clothing too and join me in this vulnerable state, but before I could do so, he slid his hand across my back, deftly unbuttoning my bra and rendering me speechless. The garment hung loosely below my breasts, and he greedily gazed down at my exposed flesh, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Aren't you going to remove your clothes too?" I panted, my shaky hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine.

"After I pleasure you, beautiful." He looked up from my breast, passion and mischief filling his green eyes, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race.

"You are exquisite," he murmured reverently. "A work of art, created by the very gods themselves."

He lowered his head, placing his hot mouth on my other nipple. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I writhed beneath him, my hands fisting the sheets, anchoring myself against the onslaught of new sensations.

Then, without warning, he nipped me, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I jerked up, a sudden fear cutting through the haze of passion. I remembered with sudden, abundant clarity that I was with a vampire.

"Are you going to suck my blood?" I asked, terror edging into my voice where moments before there had been only passion. My heart pounded in my chest, and I pictured his fangs sinking into my flesh, draining me of life.

Angelo raised his head, his expression softening when he saw the naked fear in my eyes. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my trembling lips.

"No, my sweet Nephilim." His voice was gentle but firm, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "Not tonight. I will never harm you like that. Never again take blood from you without your consent. Your trust and your safety are everything to me."

He traced a finger down my nipple, circling the sensitive peak until I shivered, not from being cold, but from the desire his words and touch ignited within me. "Someday," he continued, his voice low and tender, "you'll learn that when you reach your peak in orgasm, while pleasure is consuming you entirely, that being bitten will take you to even greater heights, to a place of ecstasy you've never known or even dreamed of before."

The thought of his fangs sinking into my flesh in the throes of passion sent a thrill of both excitement and trepidation through me. It was a reminder of his otherworldly nature, of the dark and seductive power that lurked beneath his gentle touch.

"But that is for another time, when you are ready, and when you crave it as much as I do." He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with a tenderness that made my heart ache. "Right now, I crave only your heart and soul, and I want you to crave mine. I want to know every part of you, to cherish and revere you as you deserve to be. I want to be yours and for you to be mine in every way that matters."

Tears stung my eyes at his words, at the depth of emotion and sincerity they conveyed. I had never experienced a connection so profound and all-encompassing like this. It was both terrifying and exhilarating—a leap into the unknown that I knew, with sudden certainty, I was ready to take.

"I do crave you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Heart, soul, and body. I'm all yours, Angelo."

At least, for now, I was. The future was uncertain, but I wanted to experience the pleasure only he could give.

"Music to my ears," he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes shone with a mix of adoration and desire as he held my gaze, his hands skimming down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Slowly, teasingly, sensually, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of my lacy panties, nudging them down my trembling thighs. The cool air kissed my feverish skin, and I shivered.

He lowered his head, pressing fervent kisses between my breasts, his lips lingering on the soft swells of flesh. Then he began to trail a path of kisses down my torso, his mouth hot and wet against my skin. He paused at my stomach, swirling his tongue around my belly button, then dipping in and out of it with a playful, erotic rhythm.

My toes curled and my thighs quivered, my entire being laser focused on the exquisite sensations radiating from every point where our heated skin touched. The sensation of his silky hair falling across my skin, tickling and teasing, only heightened the pleasure coursing through me. The longing was delightful, anguish, a passion I could no longer deny.

"Angelo," I breathed, my voice a plea and a prayer. "Please…"

He chuckled, a low, seductive rumble that vibrated against my skin. "Patience, my sweet Nephilim," he whispered, his breath hot on my hipbone. "I want to savor every moment of this and every inch of you. I want to bring you to heights you've never known before."

His words, his touch, the intensity of his gaze...they were my undoing.

He placed his mouth onto my secret curls, his hot breath teasing over my sensitive flesh. Then, with a hunger that took my breath away, he kissed and sucked me, his tongue delving deep into my core. He lapped up my essence, savoring it, his moans of pleasure vibrating against my most intimate place.

I sucked in a breath, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My hands twisted the comforter into knots, my knuckles turning white as I tried to withstand the onslaught of sensations. It was almost too much; the pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, but I never wanted it to end.

"Angelo," I gasped, my voice a breathless plea. "Don't stop...please, don't ever stop."

He responded with renewed fervor, his tongue swirling and thrusting, his fingers joining in the delicious torment as he stroked and teased my sensitive bud. I could feel the spring coiling tighter and tighter within me, my body trembling on the brink of a precipice I'd never fallen over before.

As the waves of pleasure crested within me, I gasped, my fingers digging into Angelo's thick hair. The sensations were so intense and all-consuming that I feared I might lose myself entirely. Desperately seeking an anchor, I focused on one of the flickering candles scattered around the room, one directly in my field of vision, its soft light providing a soothing contrast to the fiery passion engulfing my body.

Just as I reached the pinnacle of my climax, the flames of the nearby candles responded in kind, flaring upward like miniature flame throwers. Each surge emitted a hissing sound, filling the room with bursts of light and noise, casting our shadows in sharp relief against the walls.

I struggled to catch my breath, my thoughts scattered like leaves in a gale, torn between the lingering aftershocks of pure bliss and the bewildering display put on by the candles. "Angelo," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might disrupt the delicate balance between the physical and the mystical.

Was this a common occurrence during the mating of vampires, or was there something more profound at play? Could our passion, our connection, somehow be intertwined with the elemental forces that governed the world around us? The questions swirled in my head, even as my body hummed with the echoes of our shared ecstasy .

"That's what I want to hear, you crying out my name." He kissed my thigh, and I panted hard.

I propped myself up on my elbows, breathless, staring at the candles that had now returned to normal. They flickered innocently, as if they hadn't just moments ago blazed with an unnatural intensity. "Did you see that? The candles?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of wonder and confusion.

He cocked his eyebrow and followed my gaze. "See what?"

My cheeks grew hot, and I felt a twinge of self-doubt. "Nothing. I guess." Maybe I had imagined it, my mind playing tricks on me in the throes of ecstasy. But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary had just happened, something that went beyond the normal realm of physical pleasure.

I was about to voice my thoughts when Angelo ran his hand down my shaking thigh, his touch sending electric sparks through my body and effectively derailing my train of thought. "Now I'm going to claim you," he declared, his voice low and filled with promise.

My mouth went dry at his words, my mind too focused on the anticipation of what was to come to dwell on the mystery of the blazing candles. As Angelo's hands and lips began to work their magic once more, I surrendered myself to the sensations, pushing the strange occurrence to the back of my mind. But even as I lost myself in the pleasure of his touch, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of something much larger and more profound than I had ever imagined.