◆ Bonded To The Pureblood ◆
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× GRAPHIC NSFW CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS ×
◇ KEL ◇
For years I'd been convincing myself that I was asexual. That I didn't need sex to feel whole. That I didn't need intimacy with another human being to feel like a normal person.
At first I thought, being celibate and staying single would be a good way to avoid unwanted anxiety. In my case, it often resulted in depression or anxiety attacks from time to time.
But now with Miles being intimate with me again, my senses just barred any other sensation except the familiar warmth of his soft mouth leaving gentle kisses on my neck. He kept licking and kissing me. Like my skin was his evening snack, or something.
Some nervousness and concern disrupted my thoughts for a moment, but he wouldn't hurt me. He was always careful. He might bite me again to suck some blood out of my neck, but I'd be fine. It would be quick. He wouldn't hurt me too much.
"Fuck. You smell great," he murmured while his hot breaths tickled my ear, his busy hands now sneaking under my clothes. He wasn't undressing me yet. My lack of enthusiasm must be forcing him to take it slow.
"No pain attacks this week?" I embraced him as his warm cheek touched mine. Then his hands stroked my thigh and backside while his face nuzzled my neck. So much for taking things slow...
His eagerness to hold me and touch me was nowhere near subdued. Instead of answering my question, Miles replied with a throaty grunt. Then his warm tongue licked the side of my neck again.
We sat on the bed now, alone in this big and warm guest room, hiding in the dimness, enjoying the fleeting privacy we had. When he'd asked, I didn't directly say I wanted him to sleep here with me tonight. But I didn't say no, either. I couldn't.
Maybe he took it as a definite yes. Otherwise we wouldn't be in this bed right now, behaving like horny teenagers finally getting some alone time. I tried not to giggle when he started kissing me again with his soft tongue sliding against mine, tasting my mouth.
As I'd imagined on some lonely nights, his kisses didn't disappoint. Most likely he's the best kisser on my list. Not that my list had a lot of people on it for comparison. Just one, actually, besides Miles.
He probably thought I was the worst in his long list considering my meager experience in bed, but he didn't seem to mind. His stubble rubbed against my neck and shoulders when he kept kissing me.
It kinda hurt, but I didn't complain. I shouldn't. I'd been dreaming of this during the car ride, and even during my short nap on the flight here. Now that my dirty imagination was finally becoming reality, I shouldn't be such a wuss.
He wanted me. To some extent. Maybe as much as I wanted him.
As if he heard my thoughts, Miles caressed my inner thigh and licked my mouth. His soft lips touched mine again. His arms trapped my head on the pillows, his strong legs on either side of mine.
We were both still fully clothed, but he'd already unzipped his pants. I wanted him to get naked in front of me, but I could sense some hesitation on his part. Just a little bit. Dunno why.
"You okay?" he whispered to my ear at the same time he squeezed the side of my hip.
"Yeah. Why?" I stroked his soft hair and kissed his nose. I couldn't help smiling at the concern in his hushed voice.
"Nothing."
"Okay..." I drawled in a murmur before his mouth was on mine again. My breath got stuck in my throat when his fingernails scraped my hips.
Oh shoot. He just took off my underwear. Scratch that—he just tore it off me.
I instantly froze on the covers the second I recognized the fairly loud ripping noise. My nerves were acting up again, but I wasn't going to back out. It's not like I could stop him...at least not easily.
He was inches taller than me, stronger, more muscular, and his sheer weight pinned me on the bed. And besides, my brain couldn't focus on much else except the need to be this close to him. To be this intimate with him.
No matter what my common sense screamed, my body just wanted to succumb to the growing desire to feel him on top of me, kissing me, trapping me in his embrace, making me feel like he wanted me as much.
It could just be the fact that we were physically and emotionally "bonded" after we accidentally exchanged blood at that party—or something to that effect. But I didn't really care about figuring out the real catalyst.
Right now, he wanted me, and I wanted him. No complicated explanations needed. I just hoped my performance tonight wouldn't be such a disappointment to him. I'd never done this before, whereas he'd probably bedded at least 20 people at this point.
Did I judge him for it? Not really. I only felt jealousy whenever I thought of him being intimate with someone else—more so when he slept with women.
"You're nervous," he murmured to my lips while we stared into each other's eyes despite the darkness. His adept hands stopped stroking my hips and thighs, perhaps because of my shock when he just tore off my underwear.
"No." I giggled to mask my lie. To convince him, I kissed him on the lips softly and touched the waistband of his boxers.
He often wore boxers. Sometimes dark briefs. "Still the worst liar ever." Miles snickered and kissed me back. But his lips were much better than mine. No argument there. His hands resumed caressing my exposed skin as my back and behind grew warmer against the covers. He had already unbuttoned the top of my dress, revealing half of my red bra.
Then he grabbed the back of my thighs to spread my legs, wrapping them around his hips while he kissed me harder. I should be sweating buckets by now, but I wasn't. My whole body felt feverish but mostly because his heat was all over me.
Every inch of his skin felt warmer than mine, especially his groin. It felt hot, and I could feel him getting hard because my navel was touching his abs now.
"Don't," he mumbled in a gruff voice when I touched the front of his boxers. He grabbed my wrist and chuckled, as if feeling a bit uneasy after my dithery attempt. "I'm already fuckin' hard."
"Okay. Sorry." I giggled at the vulgarity of his confession and savored another deep, torrid kiss from him. My legs remained wrapped around his tensed hips, and I could already feel him growing stiffer underneath the thin fabric of his boxers.
"Don't be." Miles suddenly pulled away to kiss my chest while he palmed my thighs. The tips of his long hair just tickled my skin.
I let out a short breath when he moved away from my face. Before I could guess what he was about to do next, my knees touched the top of his arms and his head was already in between my legs. "What're you—" The back of my hand muffled a gasp when his mouth touched my most sensitive spot.
As if he heard nothing, he kissed the bare skin above my core a few times while his warm hands kept my thighs spread apart.
"Mi—"
"You're so hot." He sighed and laughed softly before he resumed kissing me down there.
"Stop." I failed to hold back another giggle, quite glad I shaved last night. But I really didn't think he would be kissing and...tasting all of me.
"And fucking sweet." He licked my wetness while I tried to stay still on the covers, his hot breaths doubling the unbearably intense sensations he was giving me, igniting the desire growing inside of me.
The jet lag still left me fatigued but I couldn't really care less about the long trip. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to be with him. And tonight, he wanted to show me just how much he missed me, too.
The fatigue was already starting to dissipate. It got replaced by sheer excitement and a bit of nervousness. I just didn't think he would try this hard to please me in such an uninhibited manner.
"Oh fu—" I moaned into my hand when his tongue went inside of me, stretching my exposed core and tasting every bit of my wetness with his hot mouth.
He kissed and licked, sucked, and repeatedly stroked me down there with his ridiculously skilled mouth. He kept going and going while his thumb rubbed circles on my hypersensitive nub. He teased me and tasted me till I couldn't hold in the moans any longer.
Keeping quiet was pretty much impossible with how eager his mouth and quick hands felt on my nakedness.
"First time?" Miles murmured after I let out another moan, my thighs close to trembling from the intense pleasure. He chuckled when I only gave him weak nods in response. Then he resumed kissing me down there, getting me wetter and teasing me into submission.
With my eyes closed, I murmured an apology when my legs involuntarily clenched together, trapping his head in between my thighs, leaving every inch of my core vulnerably exposed to him again. The pleasure was just too much.
Hazy white spots moved around my darkened vision as I squeezed my eyes shut. He kept going down on me, but he was being a tad slower this time, as if he wanted me to feel every second of it.
He kissed the inside of my thigh while his warm fingers rubbed my wet slit, worsening the coiling sensation below my gut and all over my core. Then Miles gripped my thighs and resumed kissing my most intimate parts again, licking and sucking my clit repeatedly till I couldn't do much but moan and sigh amid the intense pleasure.
The almost unbearable sensations his hot mouth gave me just kept me speechless on the bed. I tried my hardest to muffle my moans with my hand, knowing his cousin or bodyguards could be right outside the door at the moment, about to escort us down for supper.
"Thanks for coming."
"Yeah," I managed to enunciate without fully comprehending what he meant. Was it a pun or was he just glad I flew all the way out here just to see him? Probably both.
Miles laughed a little. Then he got up to position himself on top of me again.
It gave me a break from the overwhelming sensations he was giving me. Just with his mouth and fingers. Now we were back to staring at each other in the dark, my thoughts still in a haze after what he did for what felt like five minutes straight.
"What?" I sighed while trying to catch my breath. My lungs felt like they were burning up a few seconds ago, but I didn't mind. I gripped his arm that was tensing up beside my face.
He leaned over me, his lips nearing mine, his breaths fanning my mouth and cheeks. "Nothing."
"Are we done now?" I left my lips open so he could kiss me properly again. I wasn't disappointed when he started licking my lips slowly while his finger slowly slid into my wetness. The slight pain made my breath hitch, but it wasn't too much.
While he kissed me softly, his tongue stroked mine before his finger gently slid out of me. His short sigh denoted some frustration. "You know I want you, but I can't right now," he murmured to my lips.
"Why not, babe?"
"I don't have a condom."
At his subdued voice and barefaced admission, I felt every part of me blush. My skin felt like I was burning up. I kissed him harder and put my arms around his neck. His concern was valid, and I understood his hesitation. But it didn't relieve me of the intolerable desire he repeatedly tried to exacerbate with his long kisses and caresses.
"And I don't wanna hurt you." Miles kissed my cheek and stopped touching me down there, his warm hands holding my face now. "'Cause I'm not gonna stop if I start."
"You didn't hurt me," I murmured to his ear reassuringly while I clasped his arms, his skin growing warmer against my touch despite his clothes. I could feel his sexual frustration, and I almost felt apologetic for him having to stop.
His arousal was still obvious despite his boxers, reminding me that the less sensible part of him didn't want to stop at all.
"I'm fine, babe." I kissed his nose and hugged him tight.
"Just don't wanna get you pregnant in someone else's house." Miles nuzzled my neck and softly laughed when I giggled.
Impressive self-restraint, I wanted to say before wrapping my legs around his waist. I enjoyed his caresses while he stayed on top of me. I didn't really want him to stop, either. "Highly doubt you wanna get me pregnant."
"No. I'm not gonna." He kissed my neck and didn't laugh when I snickered again. "You gotta finish school first."
"You're unbelievably sweet tonight, Maximiliano."
After I pinched his cheek, he scoffed at my comment and resumed cozying up to me. Maybe he found it cheesy that I was calling him by his birth name.
It made me smile. I appreciated his decision to consider my needs first and forget about his completely, despite what his body was telling him to do. But I still wanted to stay intimate with him. "Does that mean...you're not sleeping here with me?"
"No. I will." Miles kissed my forehead now. "Only 'cause you begged me to."
"I didn't!" I tapped his shoulder and snickered when he started kissing my neck again.
"Yeah. You did." He tickled me on my waist till I giggled uncontrollably.
"Stop!"
Then two loud knocks echoed in the dim bedroom, immediately snapping us out of our steamy alone time.
Ugh. I knew it. Here come the unwanted interruptions...
"Boss, sta venendo ora."
[Boss, he's on his way now.]
I kept still on the bed, resting on my back as I watched Miles stare at the door.
It was Alessio's voice. It was muted but I could hear the guy clearly. I just didn't know who he was referring to.
Miles sighed out loud and moved away from me till he was back on his feet. He zipped his pants up before facing the door. "Sonuvabitch," he muttered with another sigh. "Fucking cockblocking me again."
"Who's on his way?" I asked while trying not to laugh out loud at his obvious annoyance.
"Get some sleep." Miles fixed his shirt and headed for the door without even glancing at me. "I gotta talk to Charr."
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