Chapter 56

ELEANOR

My door swung open. I stepped inside, my heart racing and my stomach doing little somersaults.

Aric followed behind me, watching as I moved quickly, switching on the various lamps in my living room.

I let him close the door as I turned into the kitchen and retrieved two large wine glasses from the cupboard, then pulled out a bottle of Saint Emilion.

I waved it at Aric, and he smiled and nodded at my choice. I quickly sloshed the red liquid into the glasses.

I put a stopper on the wine bottle and returned to the living room with the glasses, giddy to be back by his side.

Aric was standing next to my easel, looking at my latest painting. The foreground was a deep blue color that shifted toward a line of purple, then an expanse of red.

The top of the painting was a light creamy color. It was textured but not any more detailed. I slipped up next to him, handing him his glass and sipping from mine.

Our fingers touched. It sent a round of tingles through my body. I blushed, beaming at him.

“I just started that one,” I informed him. “It’s going to be a sunrise in the desert. You see, on the horizon, the sun is already touching the red sand. Upfront, it’s still clouded in darkness. It’s not nearly finished yet.”

I cocked my head to glance up at him, grinning. “Not that you’d know what a sunrise looks like,” I giggled. His eyes flashed red playfully.

“Look at you being cheeky,” he scolded, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. I fell against his chest as he pressed his lips against mine, moving his lips with mine.

My heart was racing in my chest. I could feel his tongue breaking through my barriers, claiming me. I groaned lightly in his mouth.

Aric smoothly put his glass down, grabbed mine, and set it down as well, never letting his lips part from mine.

His hands slid down my body and grabbed onto my thighs and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair as I pressed my breasts against his chest.

I could feel the hardness of his penis against my core, igniting a burning ache between my thighs.

Aric was marching through the apartment, carrying me as if I weighed as much as a child, his hands gripping my ass, his lips crashing with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth.

He left me completely breathless.

Suddenly we were in my room, the lights were on, and he tossed me onto the bed. I gasped as I hit the mattress.

He was already on top of me, trailing kisses down my throat, his hands bunching the fabric of my dress, holding me tightly against him.

He broke apart from me. He looked disheveled; his tousled blond hair stuck up in the wrong direction. His shirt was creased, and the top buttons were popped open.

His blazing bright crimson eyes bored into mine. His full lips were pulled back slightly, and I could see two pearly white fangs resting on his bottom lip. He had never looked so sexy.

I felt my arousal pooling at my core. I wanted to pull him into me, to make him mine.

“Aric,” I whispered, reaching my hand up and slowly caressing his cheek. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes for a second. I moved my finger down and ran it against one of his fangs.

It was sharp, like a serrated knife. I felt the slight sting as I pulled away. A bead of blood pooled on the pad of my finger. I gasped in surprise. Aric’s eyes had flown open, and he was fixated on my finger.

Slowly his crimson eyes snapped back to mine. He grasped my hand, and keeping his eyes on mine, wrapped his lips around my finger and sucked. I felt his tongue lapping at my blood.

Sparks of arousal shot through my body, accumulating at my groin. I even let out a small moan. Aric gave me a smirk as my finger popped out of his mouth.

He licked along my finger; his eyes still focused on mine. I shuddered.

“Are you going to let me taste you tonight, Eleanor?” he whispered, his arm snaking around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He gazed down at me.

My heart was exploding in my chest, my breathing heavy. I could only nod meekly.

“Blood or...,” I stammered stupidly. I wasn’t a virgin. I hadn’t been for years. But for some reason, around him, I couldn’t think straight. He was smirking down at me.

“I want to taste every inch of your body, Eleanor. Inside and out,” he murmured against my skin, running his nose up my throat, pressing his lips against mine gently.

I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize my thoughts.

“I want that too,” I whispered.

“Will you let me drink from you, Eleanor?” he asked. “I won’t if you’re not comfortable with it,” he murmured, his expression serious.

“I don’t think I will mind,” I replied. “I liked it the first time you did. For the Infinity.”

He grinned. “I did too,” he growled softly. “Now, take off that dress. It’s getting in my way.” He smirked.

Enjoying his commanding tone, I slid off the dress, grabbed the zipper, and pulled it down. The dress slid off my shoulders and crumpled at my feet. I wore only my lacy black thong and matching bra.

Aric’s eyes moved lazily over my body.

He stood and within a second was standing behind me, the small gust of air from his fast movement causing goosebumps to rise over my skin.

“Beautiful,” he murmured behind me, his finger tracing slowly across my back, across my collarbone, and he moved in front of me, then back behind me.

I felt his fingers flick the clasp of my bra, and it popped open, falling onto the floor. Aric dipped his head, kissing me lightly on the nape of my neck.

His hand wrapped around me, one hand slowly coming to cup my breast, slightly squeezed, then twisted my hard nipple between his fingers. I gasped in pleasure.

His other hand traced down my stomach and brushed over my underwear, teasing. I could feel him, rock hard, pressing into me from behind.

“These need to come off,” he growled, his fingers gripping my panties. In one swift move, he tore them off my body, leaving them in shreds on the floor. I gasped and almost stumbled.

He grabbed my naked hip, his hand still teasing my nipple.

Suddenly I was flying through the air as he tossed me roughly back on the bed. I gazed up at him, stretching out to give him a good look at me. His hooded eyes followed my every move.

He gave me a wicked smile.

Slowly, he began to remove his clothing. His jacket fell to the floor, his shirt unbuttoned button by button, his eyes never leaving mine.

He slipped his shirt off, and I grinned, biting down on my bottom lip.

His chest and stomach were defined lines of pure muscle under taut golden skin. A light brushing of golden hair trailed down his chest and disappeared into his trousers.

He moved his fingers and slowly undid his belt buckle, unzipped his pants, and removed them with his boxers in one swift movement. He stared down at me for a moment.

My gaze followed the deep lines on his sculpted long legs, down his thick thighs to his penis, standing fully erect, thick, and throbbing. He looked like a Greek god.

My eyes traveled up his body and met his blazing bright crimson orbs. He grinned at me. “Come here you.” He leaned down and grabbed my ankle.

I let out a little yelp as he dragged me to the edge of the bed. He dipped his head down and captured my lips in a long kiss. When he pulled back, he pushed my shoulders back, laying me flat.

He began dropping kisses along my upper thigh, his stubble tickling my skin. I felt my whole body radiating with need. His hand gripped my thigh, and I felt his finger lightly tracing up my opening.

I gasped out as my hips buckled. I heard his chuckle, felt his breath against my bare skin, making me writhe with pleasure on the bed. My skin felt hot and tight. I moved my hips, searching for friction.

Aric’s hand on my thighs held me down as his tongue slowly traced up my folds and dove into me.

Within seconds, I was gasping and moaning with pleasure. He was relentlessly sucking, nibbling, swirling his tongue over my clit.

His hands grabbed my hips, keeping me in place as the other moved up my slick body, grabbing my breast and tweaking my hard nipple.

He pushed me over the edge as his tongue continued its work, and he slid two fingers into me and curled them just right.

I came hard, screaming his name, bucking my hips, and he held me, sucking as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. My whole body was vibrating, my chest heaving with my heavy breathing.

I let out a small moan, my head falling heavily against the sheets.

“Eleanor.”

I glanced up at Aric. He was standing, his full lips glistening. I gave him a small smile, and he grinned at me. I reached out for him, and he slid into my arms, lifting me and moving me on top of him.

He leaned against the headboard, his hands roving over my body, squeezing my ass, cupping, stroking, teasing my breast, capturing my lips in searing kisses. My legs slid to either side of his.

He buried his face in my chest, nibbling lightly.

“Baby, are you ready?” I heard him whisper. He was holding his throbbing penis, which was poised at my entrance. I rubbed against it, making us both groan.

It was much thicker and larger than average. I swallowed and nodded.

“Yes.” Before I had even finished, he brought my body down and impaled me on his length. I gasped out, screaming his name.

He gave me a few seconds to adjust to his size, raining kisses down my neck, stroking his hands up and down my body, holding my ass in place, and caressing my breast.

He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked as I flicked my hips and slid up and down his shaft. He let out a hiss, his eyes meeting mine.

I grasped onto his shoulders, feeling my whole body tingle.

We moved together, thrusting hard, my body moving up and down, my back arched.

“Baby, you feel incredible,” he growled, his hands pressing into my skin, and his tongue swirling on my nipple.

I bit down on my lip, feeling my pleasure increase with each thrust. I pushed my fingers through his hair, pulling on the small curls at the base of his neck and moving his lips up to mine.

“Aric,” I gasped, thrusting into him harder. His hands grabbed my hips as he started pulling me down on him. His lips caressed my earlobe.

“Now,” he growled. I screamed his name again as I shattered around him, my back arching, my fingers digging into his solid shoulders.

He continued thrusting into me as I rode out the waves of my orgasm, hissing with pleasure.

“My head is spinning,” I breathed, leaning against his chest. His chuckle rumbled out as his hands caressed my sides.

“We’re not finished yet, Eleanor,” he breathed. In a second, he had me flat on my back. He grabbed my legs and slid back into me, thrusting. I moaned with pleasure.

He leaned over me, trailing kisses down my throat. I felt his hand slipping behind my back, holding me in position, filling me deeper and deeper.

I felt his lips against my throat. Suddenly, his fangs pierced my skin.

I gasped at the pain, but he immediately started sucking, maintaining a strong, fast rhythm with his hips, and I felt my whole body radiating with pleasure.

I melted against him, unable to even control myself anymore as pleasure ripped through my body. He thrust once more and let out a growl.

I felt him spilling into me. He lifted his head, my blood trailing down his chin. His crimson eyes met mine, and his lips pulled back, baring his fangs. He emitted a low growl, looking positively feral.

I suddenly felt like prey caught in his iron grip.

“Aric,” I whispered. I watched as he bit down on my bottom lip. A drop of blood bubbled up, and he pressed his lips against the bite in my throat.

I felt the tingling sensation as it healed immediately.

Aric let his head drop down, resting his forehead against mine. Plastered against his chest, I could just feel the beating of his heart.

“Did I hurt you?” he breathed, slowly lifting off me and pulling me against his side. I rested my head on his chest, gazing up at him.

“No, Aric, that was amazing,” I whispered. I saw a smile tugging at his lips. He gazed down at me, caressing my cheek softly.

“I don’t ever want to leave your side, Eleanor,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Your taste, your body…” He let out a groan. “I’m addicted.”

I felt my chest warming and my heart racing. I stroked his hard pecs, tracing his abs and running my fingers through his golden hairs.

“Does it feel as good for you, drinking my blood, as it does for me?” I asked, a chuckle rumbling through his body.

“Better,” he grinned.