GOLDEN BLOOD

Alas, she was here, where she always belonged—with him, and she had brought that seductive feminine scent that had filled the room, creating havoc within him.

Paris's breath hitched upon Alexander’s silent entrance. Slowly she turned away from the window closing the thick curtains. He strides towards her, and she gulped at how his entire demeanor seemed like a predator—so sexual. He came to a halt close enough to pull her into a tight embrace, which he never did.

She frowned at that.

“Hi,” said Paris and moved closer. She placed her hand on his chest, on his heart. “Your heart... it’s racing fast.”

“That’s ’cause you’re touching me.” It was harder for him to suppress his urge from taking her into his embrace and kissing her madly. He has been waiting to make that connection.

Paris skimmed her fingers to his cheek, then brushed her thumb on his lips. He was now breathing slowly. “You did nothing wrong, my love. You did what needed to be done, so there is no forgiveness. But you have to make a promise that you’ll never favor anyone even if you’ve to pretend.”

He pulled her into his arms. “I promise you, Paris. I promise. I promise you, my Angel.”

She smiled, her arms tightened around him.“I love you, my Alexander,” she added.

He closed his eyes in satisfaction, her acknowledgment was more rewarding than her forgiveness. She kissed him gently. That one gentle kiss sent more energy through him than anything he had ever done.

“Paris...” He took her, pushing her against the wall. His lips came with force, kissing her wildly and hungrily. Paris’s eyes fluttered closed, and she responded to his every move... his every action.

He withdrew his lips. “I need feeding,” he said through the haze of his bloodlust.

Paris nodded in response and stretched her long neck in the submission of her throat. “Whatever you want, Alexander.”

His face morphed. Fangs extended, and he pierced into her blood-rushing vein. He drank and drank with thirstiness. Her golden blood was so fresh, vital, and tasted like serenity. He downed as much as he needed.

And after when he was replenished. Eroticism flooded him.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He squeezed her bottom and pressed his impressive erection on her. Making her know how much he wants her.

A wave of heat passed through her as he brushed himself on her, igniting her, and empowering her.

“I want you, Paris, and I want you now.” His indication was equally arousing her. Feeling too flushed, she hid her face in his chest.

“I want you too.” She mumbled on his chest admitting to his heart. He grinned leaving her body, he started to walk backward but still held his intense gaze on her.

Alexander yanked his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, then started to unbutton his jeans and took them out along with his underwear.

Paris couldn’t ignore his nudity. His male grace was breathtaking. He was lustful, a perfect mixture of sexiness and arousal.

Alexander strode towards the bed and sat on the edge of his bed, displaying all his maleness glory.

“Come to me.” His voice was deep and sexy.

Flushing hotly, she slowly took small steps and stood in front of him. Alexander noticed her pink flared dress. Perfect.

Ever so slowly, very sexily, he ran his fingers, starting from her knees, sliding up her thighs; his movement was slow and smooth, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. He smiled at that. Without pausing, his finger went underneath her dress and he grazed his fingers over the delicate material of her underwear.

A shaky gasp left her mouth.

Paris was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. Melting with shyness, Paris kept both her hands near her mouth. It was impossible to feel the heat pulsing between her legs. ‘Heavens.’

Paris could feel the moisture in between her thighs. She felt indescribably aroused.

Alexander was enjoying the feel of her soft skin, her flush face, that biting of her lips, her panting breaths. All signs of high arousal.

“Bring your lips on mine, Paris. Kiss me.” He asked and she did.

His cold lips melted with her warm mouth. Their tongues curled in a yin and yang pattern, chasing, rolling together, and making love. His hands curved over her butt cheeks and squeezed them.

Alexander withdrew his mouth away from hers. Slowly he pulled her panties down and she removed the delicate fabric from her legs.

Holding her eyes he lifted the front of her skirt.

“Alex,” she whispered and closed her thighs feeling utterly shy. Exposed, fire rushed throughout her whole body.

Alexander’s strong arms lifted her upwards until her toes were the only things still in contact with the ground. She clutched at his hair tightly.

He buried his head underneath her skirt. His mouth on her made her moan loudly.“Haah... Alex...”

He liked it. He wanted to hear her cry some more, so he lifted her one leg over his shoulder to get better access and continued to eat her pussy; slurping, and licking with his tongue.

‘Too vulgar.’ She thought; her pose, the sounds, and the noises he was making. She could hardly breathe. This sweet ache was smothering her.

Trying to open her eyes, trying to breathe, trying to hold herself steady from the utter unlawful carnal assault.

His breath was hot, as his tongue moved, teasing circles over the most sensitive part of her body.

Only standing on one leg, the degree of pure torture she couldn’t retain her hold any longer, and she felt her knees weakened.

Too much... too much was going on... too much pleasure... too much sex. “Please s-stop... please, please.” Paris gave a deep moan and her body jerked violently before sagging against him.

Alexander paused and saw her. “What’s wrong? Are you afraid I’ll eat you alive, Paris?”

Still holding her left leg in one hand. Her chin rested against his shoulder, her body leaning bonelessly against him. “I can’t hold myself from standing alone on one leg.”

He looked amused. He let her leg free and patted his lap. “Then sit.”

A memory flashed before her eyes at the proximity of him. She’d done this before.

Paris placed both her hands on his shoulder for support and crawled and straddled him.

Her hips nestle with him. At the sudden shock...the electricity ran through her, as she felt his erection against her scorching naked flesh.

‘Oh, Sweetness.’

"Ahh... You feel so amazing, Paris.” His breath fanning her face, their mouth only inches away.

“Move your hips. Rub on me.” He ordered her.

And Paris began to move her hips rhythmically, skimming over his manhood against her puss. Her nerves were on fire. She sucked in her breath as a ripple of pleasure washed through her.

"Ahh... Alex, please do something.” She pleaded breathlessly.

Alexander pressed his lips on her and took control and deepened their kiss. Their heads moving, lips smashing, teeth knocking. She was feeling his hard male muscles underneath—poking her sex.

Paris was a jumbled mess between the kiss and his cock that made her feel more alive than ever. She was set on fire. ‘Too hot.’

“Alex...” resting her forehead on his, trying to catch her breath.

“Tell me how much you love me... how much you want me, Paris?” he asked her, his tone flowing with charm.

Running his nose and lips from her cheek to her throat. He’d clutched her properly, with his whole body. She arched her back slightly as he moved down and buried his nose in her cleavage—provoking the deep simmering desire to boil.

“I love your mouth on me—kissing me.” She said.

“And.”

“I love the way you grasp my breast and suck on my nipples.”

“And.”

“I love... love the way you rock inside me, Alex.”

“Love me, until the day breaks. Love me until the night falls again, Alex.”

“Gladly,” he promised.

The heat tore through his body. His hands ran wild ripping the materials off her. He swung her onto the bed. He kissed her more and dove his tongue into her parted lips. Their tongue danced, then sliding his mouth down to her throat, he took one of her breasts in his mouth and swirled his tongue on her areola; bit her nipple in between his teeth lightly, at the same time, he was kneading and pinching the other one. She arched her back, her hands behind his head, and her fingers gripped his hair. She moaned.

Alexander retook her mouth for a brief kiss and began to trail down her jaw and sucked on her breasts some more. Then he left them wet and began to trace down.

“No, please... more...” She begged and grabbed his head to bring him up. “I like that very much, please.”

She told him and Alexander chuckled. He sucked her boobs even more and nibbled at them once again.

“Ahh...” she breathed. “T-thank you.”

He chuckled again at her gratitude. He left his hands on her bosom, as he ran his mouth going down her flat stomach and dipped his tongue in her navel.

“Oh, my Alex.” She moaned. This was Paris, his real Paris, sensual, sensitive, sexy, and innocent.

“Ahhhh... Alex.” The thought paused as her moan left her lips while he was tracing the tender flesh between her thighs.

“Are you ready, Paris?” he asked her from down below, and she bit her lips, nodding.

He came up and she locked her thighs around his waist. Eyes still holding hers, he poked the smooth tip at her entrance. The pressure of his tip slowly parted her sex and the silky thrust wrenched a deep groan from her as it penetrated deep within her filling her entirely.

She moaned... as he so deeply sunk inside her and slowly, their wishes began to burn.

Alexander began to move in between her legs, building fiery friction between them. The sensation completely possessed her.

Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and her eyes closed, she was lost.

He slammed himself into her. His heavy sack slapped against her cleft.

Glorifying themselves, their moans and cries of ecstasy were echoing.

This madness, this obsession... all together was getting out of control.

The pleasure was so intense Paris’s wings flared out, and Alexander’s eyes blazed in wonderment. He was impressed and marveled at the ivory color of her soft, delicate feathers. Whereas his wings were grey, sturdy, and thin.

She lifted them with her slim shoulder blade and wrapped them over him, covering both like in a cocoon—it was wholly new to him.

His cock got more rigid inside the wall of her tender flesh, and his thrust grew even more powerful.

“Paris... Marry me, Angel.” He proposed, his hot mouth hovering over hers.

Beneath him, Paris stiffened. The pressure was unbearable—both ways.

“Be mine...completely mine, Paris.” He could see the flash of approval in her eyes.

“Yes,” she said, looking deep into his eyes, and Alexander groaned and began to pound her. His body jerked violently.

For several mindless minutes, the frantic moments went on and on.

“Alex!” She cried because she was close enough. They favored enhancing their bodies with pleasure and pain. Paris released her orgasm, and Alexander discharged a thick hot spill as he roared in the agony of pleasure.

Paris withered under him, and Alexander fell heavily over her body.

“Are you tired, Paris?” he wanted her more until he was completely empty.

“No.” She expressed her need.

~xoXox~