Vampire King 2 Chapter 10-part 2

Perhaps it was desire, perhaps desperation but Adrian didn't hold back when he kissed her. He could call the feeling whatever he wanted but he knew that sitting there, talking to her, seeing her prepared for the best and the worst situation, he loved her. He knew he could never go back to how it was without her and frankly, he didn't want to. Guilt kept him from admitting it but he was glad no one else could ever have her. He was happy she wanted him and he was happy she blatantly disregarded his orders most of the time.

He always pretended not to notice her crush, the way she shivered in his arms when they would get too close but now he couldn't hide how his body trembled in sync  with hers. She was so light in his hands, so fragile yet strong. He easily lifted her and set her on her back, her body limp and warm, ready. Her arms circled his neck and held him close, gripping his hair so he couldn't slip away. It was the most wanted he had ever felt, it was the most connected he had ever been to anyone or anything.

His hand, huge in comparison to her thin frame, cupped one breast, teasing it through the thin fabric of her tank until she broke the kiss gasping. "Too much...?" Adrian asked out of breath, looking down at her. "N-no..." Abby panted, looking up at him. But her eyes were huge, innocent. Despite all her bolstering, she was a young, inexperienced girl. He couldn't believe how hard her heart was beating or how easy it was to sink right back into the kiss. Abby whimpered against his lips as his hand continued to play but her kiss only grew more desperate.

Adrian knew that this was too intense for her but in a way he wanted to show her that it wasn't a joke and it wasn't something to take lightly. Abby had a tendency to take things far too lightly while he took them far too seriously. Aside all that he just wanted to touch as much of her body as he could before he had to leave her again. He pushed the tightly stretched cotton up, exposing her small, firm, breasts. She still had yet to mature into a woman completely but what was there was fine.

He left her lips, watching her as he glided his lips down the center of her ribcage and over to one breast.  Her eyes were huge, staring, her teeth biting into her lower lip as he moved. God help him, he almost understood why everyone found this all so amazing. The way she breathed raggedly, the way her voice cracked when he flicked his tongue out and tasted her flesh. "Tell me if I am going too far..." He murmured, sucking gently on the taught pink bud. "N-never.... too far...!" She managed.

Her body writhed beneath his, her fingers twisted in his hair. He flick his tongue and sucked harder even though he knew it would be too much for her. He wanted to take her to the limit, have her crumble in his hands. Own her completely. "Master...!" She cried when he adjusted and settled between her thighs. She was already close, so tightly wound. He didn't have time to make love to her but Gods above he wanted to. Even through his jeans and her panties he could feel her heat burning, calling to him.  He wanted to feel it, taste it, be surrounded by it.

Abby gasped when he suddenly pushed her up toward the headboard of the bed, her cheeks bright red as she stared at him in bewilderment. He pulled her underwear off in a fluid motion that made her squeak in surprise and tossed them to the floor. Their eyes locked for a split second before he lowered his head and began kissing her thighs, her inner thigh, her... "Oh....!" Abby cried, letting her head fall back, hitting it against the headboard. He stopped and looked up to see if she was alright, her legs splayed over his shoulders and his lips glistening with her desire.

"Are you alright?" He asked, trying to catch his breath, realizing how out of hand this had gotten and he hadn't even taken her blood. "I'm fine... I... was just surprised..." She rasped, rubbing her head. Her cheeks were flush, her chest, naked and thumping. He had taken this too far and way too fast for her. He wasn't even sure if Abby had ever even kissed anyone aside from him. He let her legs down and they curled to one side, hiding herself. Somehow he found it cute. He moved up and laid along her body, pulling her into him.

"I'm sorry I scared you..." He whispered into her hair, just now noticing the way her body quivered. "I could have handled it... I was fine... really I was." Abby insisted half heartedly.  "No you weren't. Do not try to take on more than you can because you want to prove something, Abby." Adrian said. "But you wanted it..." She whispered against his neck. "And you wanted a kiss, that is where I should have stopped." He said simply but a kiss would never be where it stopped until he had her at least once.

He sat up slowly and pulled his shirt off then reached down and removed hers. He tossed the two garments down to the edge of the bed, the whole while Abby stared in terrified wonderment. He laid back down and pulled her into his body, moving her arms to go around his neck so their bodies pressed together. He started kissing her again, deeply, consuming and simply delighted in the closeness, the connection of the moment. He only touched her back and butt, though he did grip it rather firmly and persuade her thigh over his hip.

"Master... I think we need a bigger condom..." Abby gasped against his lips, no doubt feeling the massive problem he would have to deal with after this. He laughed against her lips, amazed at her ability to find humor in everything. "Let me help you, please..." She breathed against his lips. Her hands moved down, touching him through his jean and he didn't stop her. He let her explore... it was educational, or so he told himself.  He was embarrassed that his pants barely contained him at the moment and when she popped the button and pulled the zipper down, he spilled out despite the briefs he wore.

"Jesus..." Abby said, her face pale suddenly. That made him feel better. "I... I feel really confused." She muttered, staring at the beast jutting from his pants. What the hell was she talking about? "H-how so...?" He managed, throbbing. "I really want you inside me right now..." She admitted breathlessly. He could feel her body heat rising too.  Gods in heaven, he wanted it too but he didn't have time to properly make love to her!... or did he? At this rate he would render her in two with wild thrusting. "Alright... we are both rational people." Sort of. "I'll touch you, you touch me... and we will relieve this need long enough to wait for a better time." Adrian said.

"Okay." Abby said quickly and gripped his hardness. "Ah God...n-not that hard...!" He rasped nearly losing his seed right then. He pressed two fingers between her thighs, sinking into the warm flesh and gently massaged. Her legs fell open for him and they worked each other like unschooled teenagers in a car at make out point. It honestly didn't take much before they found release. The tip of his erection was brushing her ribcage as she stroked, the knowledge alone could have done it.

It was her orgasm that sent him over though. The soft slow whimpering then the cry of completion, her hand on him, tightening as he imagined her body would. He had never known this pleasure, never once felt anything like it and he was shaken by it. The sensation lingered even after he had lost his seed. He was dizzy with it and Abby, despite what now dripped down her body, just held him, experienced it all with him... like she would forever, now. "That was hot..." She finally spoke, her voice quivering. "Indeed..." He rasped.

"I think I need another shower..." She muttered but made no move to separate from him. "Yes... I'm sorry... about that." He said feeling embarrassed and foolish for how this spun out of control but he wouldn't have traded it for the world.  "A romantic guy would carry me to the shower and help me clean it off, you know..." Abby said quietly, grinning. Shit. "As you wish." He said, rolling away to kick his boots off. He removed his pants and underwear as they were... yeah, he needed a change of clothes.

Abby started giggling and didn't seem to mind watching him do this, which perplexed him. She bit at her lip then licked them, waiting for him to pick her up. He was fucked and she knew it.

Adrian picked Abby up and carried her into the bathroom, still humid from her shower before, and set her on the sink. He knew he didn't have much time to spend with her but he found himself unable to deny her another kiss when she pulled him back into her arms when he meant to turn the water on. "You are so beautiful, Master..." She purred touching him, stroking his muscles. He kissed her before moving to set the water and turn the shower on.

He returned to her and settled between her thighs, hooking her legs about his waist and lifted her up. He carried her like that into the warm streaming water and let it rinse them clean. Her breath was shallow but then it might have been because he was unable to keep from kissing her. Her lips, her neck, her shoulders were all fair game to him. He blindly reached for the soap while pressing her back against the cool slick tiles and finally managed to grab it after several attempts. "Master... you are being silly." Abby giggled, holding on to his neck, tightening her legs around his waist.

Yes, he was being silly and he loved being silly with her. "Don't you want this...?" He murmured, spreading the soap over their bodies. Her heart was beating wildly, her mind racing and to be honest he felt very much the same. "Yeah... it's perfect." She said, watching him closely. "I feel weird... like my heart fell into my stomach and I kind of want to cry." She admitted. He had always feared she would say that about someone else and he had made several possible conversation plans about it but never one for himself.

"I feel like that too..." He said resting his head against hers. "I think you might love me a little..." Abby said, grinning, cheeks red as roses. "You should know that by now.." He whispered, completely copping out like a coward. "Would you tell me one day?" She asked, pressing her hand to his chest, feeling his heart. It was racing like mad. He stared at her for a long moment, moistened his lips with his tongue. "I love you." He spoke softly, watching her eyes.

She spent the rest of the shower with her face buried against his neck, holding onto him as if she might die if he let her go. He knew for sure now he would if she did. Maybe he had more time than he thought.