He breaks from my neck and gives the spot a little lick. “Are you all right.”
“Yes. Don’t stop. Keep going.”
He plants his hands on either side of my head, and I open my legs wider for him, wanting him to go deeper.
He takes the cue and thrusts hard, filling me completely. I am lost in the moment, in the sensations of our bodies joined. The ecstasy is unlike anything I could have imagined, as if I feel everything he feels alongside my own bursts of pleasure.
I want it to last. I want it to never stop. But I feel the build happening and I need it. I need him.
“Bite me,” I say. “I’m coming.”
He doesn’t do it. I don’t know why. Instead, he quickens the pace, sliding almost completely out and then pounding his way home again. I cry out in ecstasy with each penetration.
“Why won’t you bite my neck?” I ask, my words sounding almost foreign. I never imagined myself begging for something like that.
“I am too afraid I will lose control. You are so delicious. So sexy.” His mouth is back on mine. Suddenly, I’m remembering the story Neli told me, of how she and Boz bonded. I break from our kiss again. “If I drink from you, I’ll be immortal, right?”
Boz stops moving, and those dark eyes focus intensely on mine. “Is that what you want?”
“For now. Yes. At least until I decide about turning.”
“But it cannot be undone. And if you were to die, you would become like me.”
I don’t know if it’s because I’m in the throes of passion and he’s inside me, our two hearts beating as one, or because I’m so in love with him that I can’t imagine ever living without him, but I nod anyway. “Yes. I want to do it.”
He takes his finger, pushes it against his fang, and then gives it a quick suck. He returns his mouth to my lips and kisses me, his tongue dancing against mine. All I taste are roses. Red roses. Not at all what I expected.
I swallow and continue kissing him, more passionately than ever. He slams his cock into me, moving faster. I can feel he’s about to come.
His mouth slides back down to my neck.
“Is it done?” I whisper.
“Yes. You are immortal now.”
I expected something different. Like my body to go through some sort of painful werewolf-like transformation or a bolt of lightning to crack through the sky like in the Frankenstein movies. But this was nothing like they show in horror films. My fears were all in my mind, and Boz kept his promise. He said he would never hurt me.
I smile in anticipation. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He bites down, and I gasp with pleasure and explode. An orgasm rips through me, hitting my every nerve, rippling through every inch of my body.
I cry out Boz’s name as he releases my neck and groans. It’s deep, animalistic, and pure male.
He holds himself inside me for several seconds, and I feel my inner walls tightening around his shaft. Each contraction sends my mind spinning into the atmosphere. And he’s right there with me.
After several long moments, my mind drifts back down to my weightless body. Everything in the room looks brighter and clearer, and I feel more alive than ever.
“That was amazing,” I pant, with him still inside me.
“Yes. Well, I am a vampire. The strongest, deadliest, most sexy vampire ever to live.”
“No. You’re my vampire.”
He raises his head and gazes into my eyes. “And you are my Stella. Forever.”
EPILOGUE
Boz
One year later.
“Happy anniversary, my love.” I show up to my bedchamber just after sundown with a dozen red roses in my hand. Stella is already waiting for me, naked on the bed, her warm brown eyes glowing with the deepest happiness she’s ever known. I can feel it.
“Hello there, husband of one year.” She smiles. “Are you ready to take my virginity again?” She chuckles.
“Very funny.” Yes, I did realize she wasn’t a virgin on our wedding night, but I didn’t care. Not one little bit. The fact that she gave herself to me completely and we bonded was far more important than some maidenhead. Besides, as I read in Cosmo, a more experienced woman is better in bed and more willing to try new things. Stella is quite the adventurous lover. Just last night, we made love while riding a horse.
“I still wonder, though, why I taste like roses to you,” she asks.
I shrug and begin removing my clothes. “Neli believes it is a mate thing—a way for us to identify one another.”
“Guess it doesn’t matter. I would love you even if your blood smelled like yucky coppery stuff. Oh. Speaking of Neli, have you heard from her?”
I slide into bed, leaving on my leather pants. I know that Stella enjoys her first fuck of the evening when I have them on. She likes peeling them down and cupping my ass as I ride her. Later, after I’ve eaten, I enjoy taking her on long walks through the vineyard and making love to her there, surrounded by all the smells of the earth and vines. I am a very romantic man, according to the online Facebook quizzes. I’ve also learned that if I were a potato, I would be a French fry. Facebook quizzes are so very informative.
“I have not heard from our dear Neli, but I assume she is out exploring all of the facets of her new body and freedom.”
Stella sighs as I lay myself next to her. “Do you think she’ll ever find someone and be as happy as we are?”
“No. I do not. No one can possibly be as happy as we are, yet I do hope she will be.”
“Me too. I hope she finds her mate.” Stella pauses. “Because I seriously want to plan her wedding. I’m thinking lime green and a seahorse theme.”
I laugh. “Our red wedding was quite the spectacle, and the fireworks, mimes and pickpockets were very original. I cannot claim to have ever been to a wedding like ours.” I kiss my wife, feeling her contented heart seep into mine. For now, she has everything she’s ever wanted. Her family is happy. The wineries are thriving. Her sisters are on their way to New York and Paris as we speak, to learn the culinary arts. Tomorrow, her parents will go on their first vacation in years—to some resort in the Bahamas, where they do this whole fantasy thing. It was very expensive, but they can afford it now.
I just hope they don’t run into any mermen. Yuck.
“I wouldn’t change a thing,” Stella says. “But payback will be glorious.”
“Enough talk about Neli,” I say. “Tell me what you desire tonight. A good spanking? A candlelit dinner?”
Stella smiles. “I think…I would like to start a family.”
“So soon? We just married. How about we wait a few hundred years?” I want her all to myself.
“Yeah, but I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. I want to become a vampire. After I have kids, and they’re all grown.”
I am not one hundred percent certain we can have children. The old legends say we can, but I’ve yet to see such a child.
I crinkle my nose. “As I mentioned, I am uncertain we can have children.”
“Why don’t we just try?”
“Are you certain? Wait! Did you say you want to become a vampire?”
Stella nods. “I really want to learn how to levitate. It looks so cool.”