◆ Repressed Feelings ◆

× WARNING! × GRAPHIC NSFW CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS ×

◇ KEL ◇

His hair was tied in a tight bun this time, not hiding any part of his face, making it easier for me to look him in the eye while admiring his features.  Quiet seconds passed as I stared at him. He smiled faintly at me under the soft lighting that kept the room from being pitch-dark.

A lustful look stayed in his beautiful hazel eyes while he gripped my wrist.  For a breathtaking moment, I thought he was gonna bite my skin and cut me with his bare teeth to suck blood from my wrist.  The surprise near made me smile when he gripped my hips to lift me off his lap.

He pinned me on the thick covers without breaking eye contact.  Now I could only feel his warmth and weight on me.  His hands clasped mine on the pillows, and his hot mouth licked the side of my neck, tasting and kissing my skin a couple times as if it was all he wanted to do all night.

My heartbeat sped up as I anticipated more.  I knew he would do more...something I expected but also dreaded to an extent.  But no big deal.  It was just my job as his donor.  My responsibility.

Some days I would think it was all bullshit, but, most of the time, I believed what they said about us being "bonded".  Kindred spirits or whatever the vampire clans liked to call it.

Otherwise I wouldn't be willingly offering my blood for his consumption.  I knew he needed it to alleviate the pain attacks, which I initially thought to be just symptoms of a psychosomatic disorder.  Nothing fatally serious.

Turns out, I was wrong for assuming so.  It was a genetic liver disease. Or so I'd been told.  I'd better do some more research once I had the time and resources.  Actual scientific research and extensive lab work.

Right now, though, I couldn't do much but let him use me. Use my blood and do whatever he wanted with my body just to get his dose.  I had it; he needed it.  The whole thing was that simple.

It would sound insane and a real biohazard to any medical professional, but it wasn't an issue for me anymore.  It's just some of the things I had to do for being his bonded.  Just a consequence I had to bear with for the meantime.

"Sorry,"  Miles murmured to my cheek before kissing my neck again.

"Don't apologize." I kissed him gently while holding his warm face.  My heartbeat remained a tad above normal range, and my muscles tensed up when his teeth grazed my exposed skin.   In my head, I tried my best to keep calm.  I should be.

Otherwise he wouldn't turn to me for help.  Without another word, he bit my neck.

I screamed.  His palm covered my mouth immediately, effectively trapping a long scream of pain in my throat.  I flinched underneath him, my legs thrashing against his.  His strong hands and sheer weight just pinned me down on the bed, making me defenseless, leaving me physically unable to shove him off of my body.

Tears filled my eyes as I kept them shut tight.  The punctures he made left me with no choice but to feel the onslaught of a distinct, knife-like pain in my shoulder, right beside my neck.  Not the first time he did this to me, but the pain was still real.  The scars were still real.  It hurt like a raging bitch this time, for some reason I had yet to figure out.

He sucked my blood from my wounds while his warm palm smothered my moans of pain and the noises I made.  The profound sensation almost left me breathless.  I gripped his soft hair while he sucked and drank more of my blood, his heated groin touching mine now.

We stayed fully clothed but he hastily hiked up the hem of my dress shirt.  Now the hem touched the top of my thighs, and his eager hand just snuck under my panties.  I sighed a swearword under my breath.

"Sorry it hurts," Miles whispered to my ear while he kept me pinned down, with the back of my head getting warmer on the pillow.

Before I could even utter a sensible response, his fingers rubbed me under my thin underwear, promptly igniting a build-up of familiar sensations in between my legs.  He kept at it.  He touched me, fondling and stimulating, as if testing my threshold.

Pain mixed with pleasure in the strangest way.  I savored his amorous caresses and focused on the pleasure he was giving me.  My thighs tensed up and shuddered when his fingers kept rubbing my heated skin.  I held onto his firm shoulders while he drank more of my blood and stroked me intimately.  Again and again.

The tears became moans of pleasure and pain in mere seconds.  Amazing that he just knew what to do with my body to make me feel this way.  It just shocked my brain.  It boggled my logic how he could give me this much pain and pleasure at the same time.

His other hand covered my mouth while his hot and soft tongue licked my aching wounds.  His chest and thigh pressed onto mine, and his fingers rubbed me harder until I just lost control of my breathing.  "Fuck. You're so wet." He groaned onto my lips and kissed me, the pain in my shoulder still stinging.

But it wasn't that bad anymore.  What his hand was doing to me between my thighs just overtook the pain.  I tried to grip his wrist to stop him from touching me but he just wouldn't stop.  "Babe..." I whimpered and moaned, my eyes staying shut while my chest tightened.

His other hand no longer covered my mouth and was now busy spreading my legs to give him better access.  Now he licked my wounds repeatedly.  He traced the curve of my neck and shoulder with his soft tongue, leaving his soothing warmth on my skin.

It made the punctures close up.  I even felt the blood flow stop.  Like he just stitched up my wounds with his own saliva.  Still the weirdest shit ever, but I shouldn't focus on that right now.  I couldn't care less about the pain.

He needed and asked for intimacy. I wasn't going to deny him just because of a few minutes of discomfort.  I knew he was going to make it up to me.  In fact, he already was.

What he was doing to me now pretty much controlled all of my senses, stripping me of my doubts and inhibitions.  He continued teasing me with his intimate strokes, his quick fingers making me lose my mind all over again.  I cried out and hugged him tight. I couldn't hold back anymore.

It left me gasping against his cheek, my chest coiling from the pressure, my legs quivering from the intense bouts of pleasure that made me want to touch myself.  I tried, out of curiosity, and felt myself throbbing uncontrollably in between my thighs.

Was it the third time?  Fourth?  Not even sure anymore.  He seemed like he wanted to pleasure me all night.  Exhausting.  He probably thought it was atonement for what he just did.  For what he just took from me.

Maybe it's just the stress he was dealing with at the moment, or maybe he just experienced some excruciating pains the past days while he wasn't with me.  Whichever the case, it was clear he wanted my body.  He wanted to use me, please me, and make me feel things I'd never felt before.

He hadn't properly made love to me yet.  He didn't seem that eager to give me all of his body.  I wanted him to, but it was obvious he still hesitated.  He still worried he might get me pregnant.  Understandable.

Our families both wanted the formalities first.  It's bothersome to put up with, but I understood his reasons, and his hesitation.  Miles thought being reckless with me would derail my dreams and the goals I had set for myself.  He simply wanted the best future for me.

It comforted me in a way, that he chose my needs and aspirations before his own.  Maybe it's his own way of showing and proving to me how much he cares for me.  It was sexually frustrating for us both, but, it was probably for the best. The smarter choice.

It didn't ease the anxious anticipation, though...much less my filthy imagination.  The moment my breaths and moans calmed down somewhat after another peak, I touched his crotch to unzip his pants.  I kissed him on the lips when he let me touch his arousal under his boxers.

He felt so hot, and hard.  Thick.  Stiff.  Impatient.  "Shit.  Don't stop." Miles whispered sweet nothings to my ear when I stroked him underneath his pants.  His happy trail rubbed against my wrist and forearm, tickling my skin a little, while his shaft got thicker and stiffer in my hand.

Our tongues touched as we slowly kissed, tasting each other while I stroked his girth.  I felt his muscular arms tense up more beside my head.  His intakes of breath became shallow and louder by the second.  I stroked him again, harder and harder, gripping his smooth skin, feeling his urgency and the warm dampness at the tip of his arousal.

"Fu-uck..." He grunted at the same time his hips and legs tensed up.  He gasped before taking my mouth, kissing me with the restraint he had left.

"You feel so nice, babe."  I licked his warm lips and stroked him again, pleasuring him with my hand.

"I should be the one saying that." Miles kissed me hard and eagerly until I had to pull away to breathe.  He moaned into my mouth while I caressed and gripped him under his pants, his breaths turning more ragged now.  With a throaty moan, he slid my underwear down my thighs so he could touch me again.  "I wanna cum on you."

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