Unveiled Passion

AYA

Alexander was just warming up, his words still dripping with filth. He was far from done.

“Aya, you can’t even begin to imagine what I want to do to you,” he murmured, his breath teasing the back of my ear.

I couldn’t suppress a moan.

He was poised above me, his weighty leg pressing between my thighs, tantalizingly close to where I craved his touch. His forearms were positioned by my head, bearing his body’s weight to prevent him from crushing me.

Every inch of my body was on high alert. I could feel every part of him that was pressed against me, every tense muscle, every thread of fabric separating us.

His scent, rich and masculine, enveloped me, stirring a deep need within me. My eyes traced the sharp contours of his face, the stubble on his jaw, and his full lips.

His crimson eyes bore into mine, their desire unwavering. His thumb traced a slow path down my cheek, moving over my lips, gently parting them.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So fucking precious.”

His thumb brushed against my right fang, and I felt the skin break. His cool blood dripped onto my tongue.

A groan of pleasure escaped me as I lapped up the blood from his finger. His taste was intoxicating—rich, spicy, and sweet. I couldn’t get enough.

I understood the significance of him cutting his own skin on my fang. He’d done it before—long before I understood what it meant. Purebloods would never lower themselves to share their blood with a turned vampire, let alone allow a turned vampire’s fang to pierce their skin.

Purebloods were, by definition, pureblooded. Their blood was not to be shared with anyone considered lesser. He was either lowering himself to my level or elevating me to his. Either way, he was making me his equal.

Just as he had done a century ago, though I hadn’t understood it then. I met his crimson gaze over his thumb in my mouth as I savored the last drop of his blood.

“Aya, it’s so clear to me,” he murmured. “You’re all I have.”

His words sent a wave of warmth through me, making my bones ache and my heart pound. I couldn’t hide my feelings from him. He knew exactly how I felt. I let him see it all.

His expression told me he was trying to absorb it all—my fear, my love, my distrust. He caressed my face and pressed his lips to my forehead.

“I can tell you how I feel,” he whispered. “I can tell you that I love you, Aya. That I’ve always loved you. That I crave you—your touch, your approval, your love. I can tell you about the sleepless days I spent thinking about you. I can tell you about the times I followed your scent through the hallways, hoping for a glimpse of you. And I can tell you that I regret turning you every single day—because it was the most selfish thing I’ve ever done.

I should be begging at your feet. I should be pleading for a moment of your time, turning myself inside out to earn your forgiveness. I can tell you that I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I will always be yours. I can tell you that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re all I have. I lost you once. I can’t bear to lose you again.”

His words burned through me. I could barely breathe. His muscles tensed above me, his expression intense.

“But those will just be empty words,” he continued, his voice low and deep. “Because I haven’t proven it to you. I’ve only failed to prove my love. When it mattered most, I faltered. So this time, I won’t say anything else, Aya. I love you. Let me prove it.”

I could feel it deep within me. The power. The pull. The connection between us. I had felt it crack years ago. I had felt it shatter.

Looking into his eyes, I realized it was stronger than ever. We had never truly broken. I finally understood—if not for all the pain and suffering, I would have missed the beauty and the sweetness.

Despite everything and everyone, Alexander and I were always stronger together. He would give me time. He would give me space. And he would walk this path with me.

I wasn’t sure how this would unfold, but I was certain of one thing—he’d never let me go.

I gave a small nod. “I love you too,” I murmured. “Always have.”

His lips met mine in a passionate collision—soft yet firm, pleading yet insistent. My lips parted eagerly, fighting to savor his taste. Our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. His hands cradled my face, guiding me, dominating me.

I could sense his power. I could feel his restraint wavering. His heart throbbed in his chest, the resonating sound nearly drowning out everything else in the room.

His lips traced a path down my neck, leaving moist kisses in their path. He gently nipped at the tender skin beneath my ear, sending shivers of delight through me.

I clutched at his shirt, bunching up the fabric and tugging it upward, signaling for him to remove it. He stood up straight and quickly discarded it, tossing it aside.

I looked up at him, now towering over me. My throat felt parched. The last time I saw Alexander shirtless, he was a young pureblood. Now, he was a man.

His shoulders and arms were laced with firm muscle, his chest flawlessly sculpted. A pronounced V-line drew my attention down to his belt buckle. His arousal was evident against the fabric of his jeans. He noticed my gaze and smirked.

I swallowed hard. “I can sense your desire,” he murmured, his voice low, sultry, and downright dirty. “I know you appreciate the view.”

His smirk broadened. I bit my lip to suppress a moan. His eyes never left mine as he leisurely unzipped his jeans, hooking his fingers into the waistband.

His chest muscles tightened, and my heart fluttered—realizing he was trying to impress me. Such a youthful gesture for a five-hundred-year-old vampire. And utterly adorable.

He slid both his boxers and jeans down. His impressive length rested against his abdomen. Damn. Was he always that large?

“My turn,” he rumbled, descending back onto me and lifting the hem of my nightgown. I squirmed to assist him in pulling it up and over my head, baring my chest.

His eyes blazed with desire as he took in the sight of me, kneeling on the bed before him.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, Aya,” he whispered. “How snug and moist your little pussy is. How it would feel to slide inside you. To feel you clenching around me.

“Damn,” he groaned. “I’ve been living off memories of you for far too long. I need a taste.”

There was a look on his face I hadn’t seen in ages—

a single-minded focus.

A single-minded objective.

To make me climax.

He seized my hand and pulled me toward him effortlessly. His large hands encircled my waist, pressing against the small of my back, the other rising to gently cup my breast.

“Baby,” he murmured, slowly lowering his head to take my other nipple into his mouth. I moaned, melting into him. He held me up with ease, his tongue lazily circling my erect nipple, while his fingers twisted and pinched the other, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

He gently pushed me back onto the bed, his hands gliding down my body, caressing. He brought his lips to my belly as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. I lifted myself to assist him, and the panties vanished somewhere behind us.

His hands gripped my hips as he gazed down at my naked body. The intensity of his stare, the hunger in his eyes, had me tingling all over. My thighs pressed together.

I wanted to grab his head and guide him down, but I knew he wouldn’t appreciate that. Alexander always took pleasure in satisfying me, but when it came to the bedroom, he was always going to do it his way. And I didn’t have much say in that.

Fortunately, I enjoyed it that way too. His lips traced a path down my lower abdomen, lightly brushing over my hip bones. I whimpered.

His fingers tightened around my hips. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I obediently parted my thighs for him. I could sense his power, the way he was restraining himself, the muscles in his back taut, and his eyes a bright crimson.

His lips moved farther down, and I couldn’t suppress my pants. I thrust my hips toward him, but his firm grip pushed me back into the mattress. His lips met and sucked at the soft skin on the inside of my thigh.

“Alex,” I puffed, clutching at his wavy dark hair.

“Yes?” he hummed against my skin, nibbling.

I gasped and writhed against him as he licked the sensitive spot. He was toying with me. I raised my gaze to meet his, a defiant glare in my eyes.

His smile only grew wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Simultaneously, his fingers traced my wet folds, causing my head to fall back onto the mattress as a moan escaped my lips.

“You’re so ready for me,” he complimented, gently sliding a finger inside me.

I arched my back against the mattress, my hands clutching the sheets, ripping them apart. His thumb teased my clit while his fingers moved slowly inside me. Pleasure washed over me, and I moaned.

He lowered his head, positioning himself on the floor and spreading my legs wider. I gasped as he pulled my hips to the edge of the mattress. I ran my fingers through my hair, holding my breath in anticipation as I felt him draw closer, his breath against my throbbing center.

Suddenly, his thumb was gone, replaced by the sensation of his tongue tracing my slit. Damn. I pressed myself against his lips. He didn’t hesitate, latching onto my clit and sucking eagerly. He added a second finger, thrusting hard and fast.

My thighs clamped around his head with enough force to break a tree. The man between my legs merely chuckled and pushed my thighs apart again. I squirmed against the sheets, my moans loud and unrestrained.

He placed his hand on my stomach, holding me still, leaving me completely at his mercy. His slow, deliberate tongue strokes against my clit matched the rhythm of his fingers curling inside me.

I gasped, pleasure coursing through me, my toes curling, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Alex, I’m so close,” I groaned, clutching the torn sheets.

“Cum for me, baby,” he urged, his tongue working my clit relentlessly.

With a silent cry, my head fell back, and I came hard, my climax washing over his face. Alexander continued to pleasure me through the waves of ecstasy, only pulling back when I became too sensitive.

He moved up my body, crawling over me. His erection was hard and hot against my thigh.

“How long has it been, Aya, since a man made you cum so hard?” he asked.

I licked my lips. “One hundred thirty-five years,” I replied.

His crimson eyes studied my face. “That’s—”

I interrupted him, my arms wrapping around his neck, my lips crashing into his. His arms immediately enveloped me, his long limbs creating a protective cocoon around me. I could feel his heart pounding against my skin, taste myself on his tongue.

I shifted, positioning him between my thighs. His cock was hard and warm against my entrance. I rolled my hips, and he groaned into my mouth.

His hand moved up my body and landed heavily beside my head, allowing him to lift himself off me. His other hand gripped my hip as he positioned himself between my thighs.

I ran my hands down his bare chest, my nails leaving trails on his skin. He hissed in pain, baring his fangs at me. I tilted my neck, and he didn’t need any further invitation. His fangs pierced my skin. I moaned, feeling his tongue lap at my blood.

His grip on my hip tightened, leaving a bruise. His muscles tensed as he drank.

“Oh fuck, Alex,” I grunted, grinding my hips against his. “I…I…”

Words were becoming increasingly difficult to form, and Alexander seemed to be thoroughly enjoying that. He moved between my thighs. His hard cock rubbed against my clit. I moaned as he repeated the motion.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, my body arching into him, seeking more friction. He continued at his leisurely pace, his cock brushing past my clit, his mouth drinking from my throat. It was enough to bring me to climax, but frustratingly slow.

“You’re a fucking tease,” I hissed at him.

He chuckled lowly, clearly pleased with himself. “I just want you to be ready,” he confessed, licking my throat where he’d bitten me.

“I’m ready,” I assured him.

“And sure?” he questioned, his gaze meeting mine. I could feel him at my entrance.

I nodded, grinding my hips against his again. The small movement allowed just the tip of him to enter me. He thrust above me, his jaw clenching, his fingers tightening around my hip.

“Yes.” I nodded, terrified at the thought of him stopping. “Yes, Alex, I’m sure.”

A range of emotions crossed his face, as if he wanted to say something else, but instead, he moved his hips and slid farther into me.

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt him stretch me. He took hold of my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and moved deeper within me. I looped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer, adjusting to his size.

As he slid in the last few inches, I felt completely filled, while he showered my face and throat with soft kisses.

“You’re so perfect for me, Baby,” he whispered.

I nodded in agreement, my hips moving in rhythm with his.

His grin was a beacon in the dim room as he pulled out and then thrust back into me. My fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders as he found a rhythm that was all his own.

I drew myself even closer to him, pressing my chest against his, our lips meeting in a heated kiss.

A low groan escaped him as he maintained his relentless pace.

A delicious warmth began to spread within me, growing hotter with each thrust of his hips against mine. All I could do was hold on to him as he propelled me toward another climax.

He grunted above me, a deep, intimate sound that sent shivers down my thighs. His lips claimed mine fiercely, his fangs piercing my lips as he drank my blood.

The coil within me snapped instantly, and I climaxed, screaming his name.

My chest heaved as he gently kissed my lips, his movements slow and gentle as he rode out my orgasm. I pressed my lips to his bare chest, tasting his skin, a smile playing on my lips.

“I enjoyed that,” I whispered, my hands tracing the hard planes of his abs.

A chuckle sounded in my ear, and before I knew it, I was on my stomach, Alexander pulling my hips up to meet his.

“I’m not done with you yet, little bird,” he growled, sliding back into me.

“You’re not?” I gasped.

My body clenched around him as he entered me again, stretching me in a completely new way.

His hand slid down my back, coming around to cup my breast. His other hand moved between my thighs, teasing my sensitive clit as he took me from behind.

“I want you to be mine, Aya,” he grunted, his pace quickening, his fingers exploring my wetness, drawing a moan from me.

“I want you to be mine for the rest of my life. I want you by my side, forever,” he continued.

The room filled with the sound of our bodies colliding.

He tweaked my nipple.

“Alex,” I gasped, feeling the familiar build-up of another climax.

“Hmm,” he groaned.

His movements became less precise as he thrust into me.

“I need you to climax for me again, baby,” he grunted, his hand moving up my back to tangle in my hair.

He pulled me up, thrusting hard and biting into the back of my neck.

I screamed as I came undone around him, feeling him release inside me, drinking from my neck while he held me in place.

His bites turned into soft kisses as we both panted for breath. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him.

I let my head fall back against his shoulder, our eyes meeting. He pressed his blood-stained lips to my forehead.

“Aya, will you marry me?” he murmured.