CHAPTER 117: – BITE YOU –

"Nikolas," she moaned, panting.

She could feel herself so close to that mind numbing release, however, right at this moment, he pulled back, stopping his administration, which only made her cry out, snapping her eyes open.

"W-why? Why are you doing this?"

"I don’t want you passing out on me again. But I’ll give you something even better." Nikolas leaned in and kissed her soft swollen lips. His hand rested on her waist and he pulled her down a little bit more until he was lined perfectly with her.

Viviana’s breath hitched and she swallowed a bit fearfully, meeting his eyes. "Nikolas. I... I have never done this before." She shook her head at him. He was big, and she couldn’t fathom how that would possibly fit.

He brushed the wet strands of her hair off her forehead. "I know." He kissed her eyelids. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I won’t hurt you. But if you can’t take it, you can also ask me to stop and I will. Is that alright?"

She nodded her head, relaxing a bit at his assurance.

Nikolas began grounding his hips into hers, rubbing himself against her, and Viviana reached up a hand, gripping the back of his head as hard as she could. She pressed their foreheads together, lips falling apart at every breath of ecstasy she let out.

"Fuck, I want to be inside of you," he breathed out rasply.

She nodded like she understood him.

"Remember to tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you."

"Mhm. I will. I will."

"Good girl."

She bit her lip at the praise, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt him slowly try to slip in. Her fingers tightened on his hair at the stretch, teeth coming down on the flesh of her lip so hard she could almost wound herself.

Her grunt drifted into his ears and he began running his fingers up and down the line of her back, trying to soothe her.

"Relax for me, sweetheart. Breathe. Breathe for me."

"It hurts," she whimpered.

"Do you want me to stop? We don’t have to do this if you—"

She shook her head. "No. K-keep going."

"Look at me then." She looked at him. "Relax for me. You can handle it."

"I-I’m trying," she breathed out.

"Good girl. Just like that. You’re doing so well," he whispered. "You’re handling me so well."

They grunted at the same time, and Viviana’s head lolled back onto the bed, her breathing halted.

"There we go," Nikolas said. "You did so well." He was completely inside her, and looking at her flat stomach, he could see the outline of himself, carved so perfectly. "Would you look at her? Fuck, you are beautiful."

He pressed down on her belly and she shot up with a moan, lowering her gaze. She could see him as well and he smirked at her, asking, "Ain’t it beautiful?"

She could barely talk now. "I feel so..." she got out. "I feel so full."

For heaven’s sake. She was going to be the death of him. No woman could ever have him so finished the way this woman did.

"You have made me a finished man." He moved slowly and at every thrust, her breath would hitch. "You’ve completely ruined me, Viviana."

Viviana’s arms coiled around his neck and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting and quivering at the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body.

"Oh, oh, fuck, it feels so good."

"Doesn’t it? It even has you swearing." He laughed, then picked up his pace, thrusting so good, her head fell back, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. She felt so weak with bliss, dropping back into the bed and crying out so loud that if anyone were any closer, they’d hear.

"Nikolas!"

He couldn’t answer her. He was losing his mind too, a muscle ticking in his jaw as the pleasure, the warmth of being inside of her, the bliss of touching her. "You’re all mine. Damn it!" He spread her palms apart, weaving his fingers through her slender ones. "You’re all fucking mine. And I love you."

Nikolas leaned in, loving the sound of her moans, the way she screamed his name without restraint. She was giving him everything he wanted, not hiding a thing from him. "Let them hear. Let them know you belong to me, that you’re mine. And no one except me, can ever have you."

"Nikolas! Nikolas, I think I’m..." She couldn’t make sense of her words, sobbing from so much pleasure that overwhelmed her.

"Do you love me?" He pressed their foreheads together. "Tell me, Viviana. Please. Tell me you love me."

"I love you," she cried out, her face a teary mess. "I love you, Nikolas, so much I can’t leave you either."

"Then tell me that I’m yours."

"You’re mine." She trembled frantically beneath him. "You belong to me too."

Both were so close, but she came down first before him, and then he felt his ripple through him, the crazy pleasure having him breathing radically, feeling himself go insane. Every part of him wanted to memorise this moment forever, to freeze the picture.

The speed of his heartbeat began to slow down, his senses riding back in as he stared down at her.

Viviana was delirious, making this happy, satisfied sound like she’d just tasted the peak of everything she had to taste in life. His heart constricted and he kissed her eyelid then her lips.

She forced her lashes apart, breathing out softly. "That... that felt so..." She didn’t know the word to use.

"I know." She caressed her cheek, pulling out to drop into the bed, his arms coming around her. "We’re not done though. I’m just going to let you catch your breath for a few moments."

Viviana had a lot to say, but she was still figuring out how to breathe again. "Y-you didn’t bite me."

"Oh?" He cocked a brow. "Bite you? Do you want me to? You won’t turn if that’s what you’re thinking."

"I’m just...curious." She swallowed.

Nikolas grabbed her hand, bringing her wrist to his mouth. "Should I?"

’What am I doing?’ Viviana felt she’d gone crazy, but she still nodded at him, watching in fascination as his fangs grew out, so sharp to pierce into her skin.

"Ow," she hissed.

Nikolas retracted his fangs, glancing at her. "Does it hurt?"

"No." She shook her head. "It just stung a bit." Her eyes flickered, watching him because he was staring at her blood bubbling into beads from the bite.

"W-what are you looking at?"

He swallowed. "Nothing."

"You want to taste it, don’t you?"

"Maybe. Does it frighten you?"

"No."

"You’re tempting me, Viviana."

"Go ahead."

"You don’t know what you’re doing, sweetheart." All he did was lick off the blood, taking only a sip before he looked away, hugging her and burying his face in her shoulder.

Viviana looked at him. "Nikolas—"

"Shh. Have some rest." Getting addicted to her like this was the last thing he should do. Then, he’d never really be able to survive without her. The little taste of her blood was already making him feel more alive than he’d ever done.

She would be frightened of him and he didn’t want that.