Chapter 12 - Vlad

I gave Emory all the space to say no, and I expected her to take it. With everything we'd just discussed, with all the bullshit hanging in the air, I assumed Emory would want to shove a crowbar between us and forcibly keep us apart.

But she fucking kissed me, and now I was done for.

Like lightning, I yanked Emory against my chest with one arm. I shuffled her down onto her back on the couch, throwing the extra pillows to the floor. Keeping my lips on hers, I went for the buttons of her shirt, quickly getting frustrated with the seemingly increasing number of them.

Growling, I sat back on my heels, gripping the two halves of her shirt and tearing the thing open. Emory squeaked, her eyes going wide.

"Vlad! My shirt's…well, I guess it was already ruined."

I smirked, nodding as I got the damn thing off her. As I flung it across the room, I scanned the smooth curves of Emory's body. Some of the blood that stained her clothes had gotten onto her skin. She was wearing the evidence of my fucking injury and something about that made me downright feral.

"Shit, I didn't—"

But I cut off her words by claiming her mouth with mine again. My hands went for the waistband of her pants, roughly getting the clasp and zipper down so that I could chuck them to the side like her damn shirt.

As I pulled the wide-leg trousers off her, Emory's breaths made her chest rise and fall in quick succession, and she trembled ever so slightly. I dropped the pants to the floor, gliding my hands up her legs.

"Jesus, Vlad. This is…I haven't even gotten cleaned up. You've shredded my damn shirt. You can't just—"

I wasn't listening to her insecurities. I'd fought this so damn hard since I woke up in that bed, and I just couldn't be apart from her anymore. I wanted Emory like I'd wanted no one and nothing in my life before, and I was taking my fill of her while I still could.

Reaching her face again, I held Emory's chin, locking my eyes on hers. I didn't blink or move an inch except for letting my hips lower between her thighs so that Emory could feel just how badly I wanted this.

As she did, her eyes flared wide, a beautiful blush swelling behind her cheeks. Her warm tan skin glowed, and I lost myself in her big doe eyes.

A shuddering breath left Emory as she blinked. "Well, I, umm, see your point."

Smirking down at her, I still held her eyes as I found the strap of her bra, pushing it down her shoulder until her breasts were revealed to me. Emory blushed all the harder but then released a breathy moan as I ghosted my thumb over her hardening nipple.

"Oh, fuck."

Emory's eyes rolled back, and she arched up into my touch as I continued to grind my erection against her. The fabric separating us was long for this world, and I balanced on my knees so that I could remove her bra altogether.

"Vlad, I…Oh, God..."

I hovered my mouth over her nipple, admiring the sweet, round bead that I'd only seen in pathetic dim lighting before. Closing my lips around the hardened peak at the tip of Emory's breast, I moan against her skin, nearly losing it right there to just the feeling of her against my tongue.

Squeezing her breast, I pressed her nipple deeper into my mouth while my other hand snaked around her back to arch her up closer to me.

My cock ached, burning for release already, and I'd only just started. I twirled my tongue across her breast, and Emory's knees pressed into my sides as she sought to clench them together. There was a lick of pain as my newly stitched-up graze pulled, but I didn't give a fuck. This was too damn good.

I pressed my thick body between Emory's thighs, dwarfing her slender body with my own. As I did, she couldn't stop herself from sliding her core right up against me as the couch sunk down with my weight.

With little more to offer her, I groaned against her flesh, using the primal sounds to signal my enjoyment. Emory responded by threading her fingers through the short hair at the top of my head.

Grazing my teeth over Emory's nipple, I pinched just enough to get her bucking against my mouth. I loved how beautifully she responded to the dance between pleasure and pain, and I was desperate to watch and feel just how much her exquisite body could take.

"Fuck, Vlad. Oh, God, ugh."

I popped Emory's nipple out of his mouth with a satisfying smack and blew over it. The rush of air sent goosebumps skittering across her entire body, and I grinned from ear to damn ear. Gripping her breast, I squeezed down on that naughty bud again, and Emory let out another glorious whine.

Humming my approval, I let the sound deepen into a growl, my hunger for her swelling.

Emory quivered against me, and I savored the sight of her. She was fully exposed to me from the waist up, and I savored the lovely curves of her breasts and sides, dragging my nose over her sternum as I breathed her in.

Paying equal attention to Emory's other nipple, I smiled, chuckling lightly, as she clawed and mewled, trying in vain to clench her thighs together. Her hips rocked as I continued, grinding that pussy of hers on my shaft, and fuck, it was incredible.

"Please, Vlad."

I pulled back from her breasts, kissing my way down to my hips.

When I flicked my eyes up to hers, Emory stared down at me, utterly enthralled by the moment.

But I hesitated just long enough to hold up one of my fingers, signally for Emory to ask me again, which she truly understood when I cupped my ear.

"Please, Vlad. Please ."

With a smirk, I returned my attention to Emory's hips. I slid my fingers beneath the hem of her panties, guiding them down until I could pull the fabric aside and bare her to me.

And then I let my tongue do talking.

A sharp hiss escaped Emory as she arched up off the couch. The warm, slippery feeling of my tongue pleasuring her, the way her taste exploded in my mouth, had my dick throbbing. She squirmed beneath me, her body both looking for and trying to avoid the sensations as they built higher and higher.

I could tell she was close.

So, I paid attention to every single part of her delicious skin, flicking her clit before running my tongue down her folds. When I drove my tongue inside her, Emory cried out.

"Fuck!"

A sadistic chuckle escaped me as I pushed Emory's legs farther apart. Groaning low, my fingers joined the work, smoothing across her in slow strokes as I tongued in gentle circles around Emory's clit. More of that sinful taste floods my mouth, and Emory's hips shoot up off the cushions as the sensations peak.

"Vlad…Oh, shit. Please," Emory begged, and the words lit me up like a damned firework.

I continued with the maddening torture, knowing that I was getting Emory right to the edge. I dip my fingers inside her pussy, pumping in and out of me before curling them upward to hit her G-spot.

Emory thrust against my hand, my sweet girl desperate for her impending release. Continuing to worship her clit with my tongue and lips as my deliberate rhythm increased.

Just then, something burned in my chest, a cloying demand to tell Emory just how much I wanted to see her come, to detail all the blissful feelings I was experiencing thanks to her tight, warm core.

It was new. I'd never wanted to speak since the day I stopped. Not like this, at any rate.

Sure, there were times when it would have been more convenient, but this wasn't that. This was a gnawing need to whisper filthy nothings into Emory's ear, and the fear that coursed through me at that thought was nearly enough to halt me in my tracks.

But just as the nerves threatened to put me too much in my head, Emory's climax hit.

Her pussy clamped down around my fingers as I thrust them deep inside her, and she arched off the couch, still squeezing around me with her thighs. She cried out as the release claimed her, her hips flexing as she worked herself on my mouth and fingers.

When Emory's orgasm backed off, I sat back on my knees again, pulling the scrubs shirt off over my head. The pants were next, and it took nothing to undo the ties and shove them down my legs. My erection sprang free, and Emory's eyes went wide, which was damn flattering.

"I…" She looked away and then met my eyes, shaking her head. "Jesus, I can't believe I'm saying this now, but, umm, I was…a virgin. Before…last time."

What the—

I shook my head, refocusing on Emory as she made faltering eye contact with me. The blush on her cheeks was as strong as ever, and I furrowed my brow as I leaned forward, taking her face in my hand.

Cocking my head as a way to ask the obvious question, Emory nodded.

"Yes. Really. I just felt like…you should know."

Brushing my thumb over her bottom lip, I lowered my forehead to hers. With my free hand, I pointed to my chest and then back at Emory, holding up a single finger.

I'm your first.

She nodded again, and my blood swam with possessive adrenaline that made me feel drunk. I was buzzing from head to toe, and I needed to sink myself deep inside Emory right the fuck now.

Gliding my hand from her cheek, I gripped Emory's hips with both hands and notched myself at her entrance. She stared up at me, still a bit unsure of herself, and all I could do was grin—a raw, obsessive grin that beamed with the knowledge that I'd claimed her all for myself and was going to do so again.

I'm your only, Emory.

The thought was a bit of a shock, and I didn't think Emory could pick up on that one through context clues, but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. I wanted her. I craved her. And like a drug addict, I was falling into a black hole to get that glorious feeling I was searching for. Consequences be damned.

Taking just a second to grab her chin and force Emory to look at me, I narrowed my eyes on her. That infuriating urge to speak cropped up again. I wanted to lock my gaze on hers and growl out that she was mine. It was right on the tip of my tongue.

But I couldn't.

Emory chewed on her lip, and just as she tried to duck her stare away from me, I tugged on her chin, getting those beautiful brown eyes back on me. When her brow furrowed in question, I switched my hold on her face so that I could point across her lips.

"Me," she whispered.

I nodded, dragging my hand back toward my chest.

"You."

Another nod, and then I thrust deep inside her tight pussy until I bottomed out. Emory yelped, and as it blended into a moan, she was sure to meet my eyes again when I took hold of her chin once more.

Understanding flickered through her stare, and her lips parted as I held myself there, fully sheathed inside her.

"Yours." It was a delicate, breathy whisper, and I grinned.

I grinned like a fucking madman and then set up a brutal pace as I claimed Emory's virtue for myself all over again, remembering that first time and mentally uniting it with this one. This perfect little treat was all mine to enjoy, and dammit, I couldn't stop myself from thinking too many thoughts that had no business being in my head.

All fucking mine, baby. I'm going to keep you all for myself.

It was insanity, but I was too far gone. I'd lost myself to the feeling of Emory's tight walls squeezing my shaft, and just like the bathroom, there was no way out of this that didn't end in me bursting from it all.

"Vlad, fuck…oh, God…"

The words tumbling from Emory's lips were a melody I could sing for decades—beautiful and needy. She wrapped her legs around my hips as her body opened up more to the sensations, and I reached under her neck to hoist her up toward me. I crashed my lips against hers, relishing her taste.

Fucking hell, I need every fucking bit of you, Emory.

Creaking sounds groaned from the couch, and I had a feeling the thing wasn't going to be long for this world if we kept this up. Yanking Emory closer, I lifted her off the cushions and pressed her to my chest. She straddled me as I leaned back onto my heels.

Thankfully, it wasn't much work to slip one leg down and get us both to the floor without separating. As Emory's back hit the floor, she arched, and I thrust hard, sinking myself inside her up to the hilt.

"Ugh!"

She took me so well, but I knew the hardwood floor was only barely cushioned by the rug we were on. A quick adjustment was necessary. Giving everything I had to the kiss for just a few more moments, I reached for Emory's leg and then swung it across to the same side as the other.

Emory was on her side now, and she looked up at me as I positioned her, her eyes lidded with arousal. I smirked, taking her by the hips and getting her on her hands and knees. It took only a second, and then I was right back at home, deep in her slick pussy.

"Ahh!" Emory reached back for me, and I grabbed her arms, holding her aloft as I started a punishing rhythm. "Oh God!"

That's right, baby. I'm nice and deep, aren't I? Ugh, that's so damn good.

The loud smacks of our hips meeting was a sinfully beautiful symphony, and I arched Emory backward so that I could reach around for her full breasts and pinch her pert little nipples. She clamped down around me, her channel milking my erection.

She was trembling everywhere, her moans echoing ceaselessly through the room, and that tell-tale burn started up low in my shaft before zinging down to the tip.

"Vlad…ugh. Vlad, I…"

But Emory's words faded away as the release claimed her, and she let out a gorgeous, wanton moan. God, this was nothing compared to what I really wanted to do with her. Still, it was probably wise that I warm her up to that.

Then her hand came down over mine, squeezing right along with me. It was a bit of a surprise but very much a welcome one. I pinched harder, and Emory squeaked. The sound went straight to my cock, and I drove myself harder into her, not holding back.

That's it, baby. Take it all.

As Emory clung to me with one hand, her other circled behind her head, where she wrapped it around my neck. She gave herself over to the thrusts, and it was just what I wanted.

But I also wanted more.

Releasing her nipple, I took Emory's hand, guiding it down between her legs to her clit. I put my fingers on top of hers, maneuvering them to stroke and rub over the sensitive flesh. Emory picked up on the hint, working herself, and her hips bucked as her nerves sent shockwaves of sensation through her.

"Ugh," I growled low in her ear, my own release so damn close.

I kept my hand hovering over Emory's, loving how I could feel what she was doing to herself. As I drove my hips forward, fucking her with abandon, everything pulled up tight. I was right there.

"Em—" But the barely audible whisper cut off as I groaned, my cock twitching as the climax crested over me.

It was blindingly intense, and I pumped myself into Emory's pussy as far as I could, filling her up with my spend. She cried out once more as her fingers moved like lightning, rocking her over the edge again.

The world was gone, and it felt so fucking good. She felt so good.

And then, the world began to slow back down again, and after just a moment, Emory and I both collapsed onto the rug, tumbling to our sides.

***

Some time had gone by, but I wasn't sure how much. I'd carried Emory and our shit to the bedroom at the back of her apartment, careful not to aggravate my wound anymore than I already had. We lay down in the quiet room to catch our breath. The mood was this strange combination of fulfilled and relaxed while also being awkward and unsure.

I'd always been okay with letting a room hang in silence, but for whatever reason, I couldn't do that now, and I reached for Emory's phone that I'd tossed on the nightstand.

"What is it?"

Emory looked over at me with a tired furrow on her brows. I smiled back, holding up a finger while typing a message.

"That was amazing. Just as amazing as before. And I'll admit that you did get me thinking. Isolated, right? Yeah, I feel that. I never felt much like I belonged to a real "family." My dad was an asshole, and my brothers mostly shooed me away from what was going on. So, yeah. Isolated."

Emory read over the words and then looked up at me. She pushed herself onto her elbow and held my stare even as she briefly chewed her lip.

"It sucks, huh? You said your mom died. Is she…was she the only one you felt close to?"

I nodded and then typed up my response.

"Yeah, she was. She was really the only person who seemed to care about me. I connected with her. Probably the way you should with both your parents. When she died, yeah, that was sort of it for me. I couldn't get over what had happened, what I'd seen. It was like a giant hole had been torn through me. A permanent one."

I'd looked off to the side as Emory read the message, so I didn't see her reach for my cheek. When I felt her there, the smooth skin of her palm warm against me, I met her stare again. She wore a sorrowful expression, but it wasn't pity—just… sadness.

"I'm sorry, Vlad. Truly. No kid should have to go through that."

I shrugged, choosing the way of self-depricating humor as always. Emory forced me to look at her again, though, and when she met my eyes, I was struck by the intensity of her empathy. It felt odd to be under all that, and I cleared my throat, reaching for her phone again.

"It is what it is, right? You can't change the past. And I've gotten closer with those assholes who dragged me here. Despite how much they drive me crazy, I do care about my brothers."

Smiling after reading the text, Emory cocked her head to the side before a yawn snuck up on her. She opened her mouth to speak, but I touched her lips.

"Shh."

It was the closest I got to speaking, and I shook my head with a grin, holding out my arm so that Emory could lay down next to me.

She snuggled into my side, and I wrapped my arm around her. Having her next to me felt right, and I didn't want to examine how messed up that was. This was just for tonight, after all. It was safest for her if I got out of her life; even Emory knew that now.

It wasn't long before we both drifted off, the aches and pains that constantly hummed in the background fading as I slipped into unconsciousness.

But then the crash of broken glass startled us both out of our sleep.

Shit.