Chapter 11

Vlad

W e're kissing like we're trying to climb into one another. Like we could become one person, just through our passion. This is nothing like the soft, searching kiss from earlier this week. This is hungry and desperate, with lips and tongues tangling. Gertrude's hands slide up my body, twisting into my hair, pulling me tighter to her. Her pelvis pushes toward mine in a needy gesture and my dick stands at attention. I push her against the wall behind us and hitch my hand under her leg, pulling her up closer to me. It's difficult with all the layers of her full skirt, but I don't care. I kiss her harder and she whimpers, driving me crazy.

I'm kissing Gertrude Nightshade. Kissing her like I've dreamed of kissing her for years. But she's warm and eager in my arms, better than any dream.

When we finally break apart from our kiss, I pepper little kisses over her face, around her mask and down her neck.

"Is that a yes?" I ask, teasingly, nipping at her neck. My fangs ache with wanting to taste her blood.

"Yes," Gertrude gasps out, tilting her head to grant me better access. "Be my everything. Be mine."

Hers. The idea fills me with euphoria. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up, I think.

"I love you, Gertrude," I say between kisses. "I always have."

"I love you too, Vlad," she says, making my heart stop for a moment. "It seems so fast, but I don't care. I love you."

I go to kiss her again, happiness bursting in my chest, when my right wrist starts to burn. Pulling apart from Gertrude, we both look down at the glowing string connecting us. It's growing brighter and brighter before flashing and then it's gone, like it was never there to begin with.

Gertrude laughs. "That's what the hex wanted? For us to be in love?"

"I've always been in love with you, Gertrude," I tell her earnestly. "The spell just probably wanted us to say it out loud. To admit that we're meant for each other."

"Well, now that we can go apart," she says, a teasing note in her voice, "do you want to go back to the Ball?"

I lean back over her, taking her lips in mine, tasting her smile. "What I want," I murmur against her lips, "is to take you to bed and not let you out for days."

Her smile grows against my lips. "Take me home, Vlad."

"My place or yours?" I ask.

She pulls back from me and quirks an eyebrow. " My house won't be watching while we do the deed. That may be a little too freaky for me."

"True," I laugh. "Your place it is."

Without another word, I pick up Gertrude in my arms and summon my wings. The spider legs on my costume are a little in the way, but I make do and take off, dodging through the lights and candles floating overhead until we're in the clear sky and flying toward Gertrude's house. Gertrude's arms are around my neck and, unlike whenever we've flown before, her head is resting on my shoulder in an easy affectionate gesture. It fills me with a sense of peace and happiness like I've never known before.

Landing on her front step, I carefully put her down and dismiss my wings before backing her up to the door and taking her lips in a devouring kiss. She meets me passion for passion, stroke for stroke, our ardor building. I'll die now if I can't have her.

Somehow, the door gets opened and we're in her house, still kissing ravenously. I kick the door closed behind me and start pulling at her clothes, loosening her bodice and undoing her skirt. She does the same to mine, tearing off my jacket and shirt. We make our way up the stairs to her room, littering the floor with articles of clothing like breadcrumbs. Soon we're naked in bed, except for our masks.

Gertrude carefully removes mine. "I want to clearly see your eyes when you make love to me," she tells me, tossing the spider mask to the side.

With gentle fingers, I pull off her mask as well. "Me too," I say. "No barriers. Just us."

"Just us," she repeats before kissing me.

I take her lips, teasing the tender flesh before nipping with my fangs very gently. She moans at the action and pushes her breasts into my chest, our bare flesh coming together. My hands stroke up her sides, sliding over her silky green skin, before finding her breasts and massaging them with my hands. They are the perfect handful, and she sighs and whimpers as I stroke my thumbs over her hard nipples.

Sliding down her body, I trail kisses down her neck and collarbone before reaching her breasts. She arches toward my mouth in clear invitation, and I lick and nip my way across the pert mounds. Then I take her right nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking when she squirms and moans, all while continuing to massage her left breast. I switch back and forth, playing ruthlessly with her chest, all while her fingers tangle in my hair and pull me tighter to her. The breathy, sweet sounds she makes fuels my every move. I could happily play here all night, seeing if I can make her orgasm with just her nipples alone, but she pushes her hips urgently into me, her legs falling open.

"No more foreplay, Vlad," she moans. "I want to feel you. All of you."

"Are you wet, sweetheart?" I tease, trailing my fingers down until I find the join at her legs. Her wet warmth greets me. "Oh yes, you are . . ."

"Please Vlad," she whimpers, "I want to come with you inside me."

"I want that too, sweetheart," I tell her, my fingers diving between her legs and finding her clit. I coat my fingers in her wetness and start to massage around it in concentrated circles. She groans wildly, her legs shaking.

"Please, Vlad!"

"I want to make this last, sweetheart," I admit, gently brushing the side of her clit. She quivers again and I'm sure that she's about to come. "I'm still not convinced that this isn't a dream and I won't wake up alone and lonely, aching for you."

Gertrude pulls my head up and takes my lips in a sweet kiss. "This is real, Vlad," she says, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "I'm with you. You're mine and I'm yours. We have all night to go slow. Right now, I want fast and hard."

"Alright, sweetheart," I say, notching my manhood at her entrance and slipping through her wetness. "Whatever you want, you get."

Slowly, I slide into her tight sheath. My eyes roll into the back of my head, it feels so good, but I keep surging forward. Gertrude moans, her eyes closed, her back arched as she surrenders to my intrusion. She looks beautiful under the light of the Halloween moon. Her channel flutters around my dick, the beginnings of an orgasm. I was right; she's close.

"I love you," I tell her again. "So much."

Then I start pumping in earnest, grinding my hips when they meet hers so that I'm pressing on her clit. She shrieks with pleasure and her pussy squeezes down, milking my dick as she comes. Reaching between us, I stroke the sides of her clit, while still pumping my hips, prolonging her orgasm as she comes and comes.

When I'm certain that she can't come anymore, only then do I let myself come, releasing my spend inside her. I collapse on her, but catch myself with my forearms so that I don't crush her under my body. Breathing heavily, I roll onto my side and pull her with me so that she's draped across my chest, her curled hair going wild.

"Wow . . ." she says, echoing what I'm feeling. "That was . . ."

" . . . perfect," I finish for her. "Just perfect."

Gertrude pushes herself up my body, our sweaty skin sliding together and gives me a deep kiss that I return immediately. "And not a dream," she murmurs against my lips.

"Not a dream," I echo back gratefully. "You're mine and I'm yours. Right?"

"Right," she says, snuggling back down onto my chest. "Yours."

I smile into the night, my arms around the precious witch of my dreams, the moonlight spilling onto the bed and I sigh.

Best Halloween ever .