Forbidden Hunger

Suddenly, he grabbed my chin, not in a way that harmed me but enough to distract me from stroking him. My hand dropped from his erection and he held my gaze for a brief second before crashing his lips to mine. 

Smoothly, he hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, heels pressing into his back. Dragos moved us till my back was against a tree, his hardness grinding against my most sensitive spot, sending vibrations through my body.

My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head from his mouth, and toward my neck, where he kissed and licked before pulling away. 

Our mouths met again, smashing against each other, hungry and desperate while his hands fumbled to free himself from his pants.

I gasped into his mouth as the tip of him brush against my entrance, and within moments, he filled me completely.

Another gasp left my lips, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

His thrusts were hard and fast, his grip tightening on my thighs as he pulled me closer with every movement.

We broke apart, panting for air, and I stared into his eyes filled with desire.

"Feed from me" I moaned, craving the feeling of his bite as he sent thrusts through me, my body begging for more.

Dragos growled in refusal, shaking his head. 

"Damn you" I cursed softly, my eyes flitting shut in pleasure as I kissed him again, our tongues tangling. Suddenly, Dragos' teeth grazed my lip, just enough to scratch and draw blood. 

It hurt for a moment and the sting made me wince, causing Dragos to freeze. 

His lip was stained with my blood as he pulled back, his eyes dark, completely overtaken by the bloodlust.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, noticing how tense he'd become. 

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, wiping my lip with his tongue, and blinking quickly. His eyes changed back to their usual colour. 

"It's fine"

"No" he shook his head, pulling out from me, and adjusting himself. 

My body still ached for him.

Gently, he set me down, helping me adjust as well. 

"I shouldn't have bitten you, I'm sorry"

"You didn't mean to"

"But I did," he said "This is why I can't feed on you, can't you see? You drive me crazy. You make me lose control of my senses. I'm uncontrollable around you."

"You know what? Fine!" I shouted angrily, not caring if anyone heard. "Just keep feeding on Lani then!"

I turned and started to march towards our villa. "Choose to feed on some random innocent instead of someone who's willing. Or better yet, your girlfriend!"

I knew I was not being reasonable and that he wasn't to blame in all this, he just wanted me safe, but I was too caught up in my own emotions– anger, frustration, arousal, and embarrassment to see things from his perspective. 

When I got back to my room, I yelled in frustration and threw myself onto the bed. I was wet, angry, and desperate for release or I'd never be okay.

I couldn't calm down like this.

I shimmied out of my pyjama bottoms and ran my hand between my thighs, through my folds.

I was so wet, it had smeared along my skin, trickling down my legs. "Damn you, Dragos," I cursed him again for leaving me in this state—sexually frustrated and unsatisfied.

My fingers brushed gently against my clit, and I bit back a moan. It was swollen and sensitive, aching for attention. I slipped one finger into my slick heat, pressing my head into the soft mattress.

I needed more. My fingers could never compensate for Dragos' girth, but I refused to go back and beg him to finish what he started. 

No. I had my pride.

Quietly, I slid in another finger and started moving slowly. My thoughts drifted back to Dragos… his handsome face, the way he looked when we made love, and his groans as he came.

My fingers moved faster, seeking that release.

Needing more, I sat up on my knees, riding my hand. In my mind, I pictured myself riding his face instead, grinding my hips and pressing my moist heat into his face as his hands gripped my thighs, his tongue deep inside me, sucking and licking my clit.

I got wetter, my body trembling with need.

I turned, laying on my stomach, and arching my back with my hips raised, my hand diving back between my legs to continue the pleasurable activity.

This time, I imagined Dragos behind me, thrusting into me, pulling my hair while whispering things in my ear.

I was close, my heart racing as pleasure gradually built up inside me, spreading goosebumps across my skin. I bit down on my bottom lip, rocking into my fingers shamelessly as I pleasured myself to the thoughts of him.

"Ah…" I moaned out, almost on the brink of an orgasm. "Ah…" 

I pictured Dragos' face whenever he came, and finally exploded, trembling as waves of pleasure surged through me. I lay there for a while, catching my breath before getting up to take a shower.

In the bathroom, I took my time, letting the warm water soothe my body as I lathered my skin and hair with a fragrant body wash of coconuts.

When I stepped out wrapped in a towel, I found Dragos sitting on the bed.

I walked past him without a word, opening the wardrobe to pick out a fresh set of pyjamas. Instead of the basic top and pants I'd planned to wear, I chose a demure, lace nightgown and let the towel fall to the floor, pooling at my feet, my back still to Dragos. 

Then, I turned to face him, dressing slowly. 

His eyes raged with frustration, but he said nothing. When I was dressed, I walked over to the dressing table, drying my hair in silence.

"Why can't you just understand me?" He asked softly, his voice filled with confusion. "I haven't done anything wrong."

I set down the hair dryer and started to pack my hair, piling it up in a messy bun. 

When I was done, I climbed into bed without responding, turning my back to him. He stared at me for a long moment before getting up. I didn't turn to look.

Soon, I heard the shower turn on, and every nerve in my body screamed at me to join him. I'd just orgasmed, but I still wanted him.

I didn't know how long I spent entertaining lascivious thoughts of Dragos till I heard the shower stop, the door swinging open. 

I heard him move around the room and slip on some clothes. 

"Dawn, I know you're not asleep. Come on," he said, but I stayed silent.

"Silent treatment? Seriously?"

There was anger in his voice now. 

"You know what? I can't do this. I'll sleep in the next room."

I wanted to throw off the covers, tell him to stay and that I didn't know why I was acting this way… but I stayed quiet.

The door slammed shut behind him, and I cringed at the sound.

"Great" I muttered to myself. "Just great, Dawn!" 

Dragos was right. I knew he was. But that didn't make the pain in my chest any easier to ignore. It wasn't just about Rose, although that stung more than I wanted to admit.

Or maybe it was because I felt… rejected. He turned me down. And yes, I understood why- he was only trying to protect me after all, but that didn't stop it from hurting.

I'd offered myself, all of me, and he said no.

It was stupid and irrational, but it felt like he didn't trust me. Like he didn't want me in the way I wanted him.

And then there was the guilt. How could I even want this?

How could I let myself feel this way when I knew what my duty was?

I hated how badly I wanted him to feed from me. How much I craved something I shouldn't even want. 

I was the Divine Purge. My entire purpose was to protect the humans, make rules that kept the vampires in check, stopping them from crossing lines… and yet here I was, wishing he'd cross that line with me.

What was wrong with me? Why was I betraying my own moral code by wanting to give in to something I was supposed to be protecting others from?

Why was I betraying my role? Why was I betraying my purpose? 

I was supposed to be above that kind of temptation, yet I wasn't. Why?

I realized all this anger... jealousy... internal conflict was all on me and I was taking it out on him. He didn't deserve that. I needed to apologize. 

So, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the next room.

Maybe if I explained everything to him... my own confusion, my own frustrations, he'd understand and forgive me. 

But as I got to his room, I stopped dead in my tracks.