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flesh. I fought the urge to take him so quickly. Though I could make him forget, there was a deepseated longing within me that he should remember everything that passed between us.
We fell upon my narrow bed, our clothes scattered on the floor around us. My hands cupped his round firm buttocks, pulling his crotch into mine. His pelvis moved rhythmically against me, his hard cock pushing between my thighs. His eyes fixed on mine, his lips parted in a sly smile that told me without words that he wanted to fuck me. I was slightly surprised.
I don’t know why I’d thought I would be the dominant one. I wound my legs around his waist, holding his leanly muscled body fast. He spat into his hand, rubbing his saliva over Blood Resurrection
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the head of his cock and into the tight hole of my anus. He inched forward, his hardness pushing inside me, gently at first, then with a heat and determination that made me gasp with pleasure.
I grasped the back of his head, pulling him down until our lips met in a kiss born of hunger and a yearning for one another that caused my heart to pound with desire. I heard him groan softly, his breath filling my mouth as the rhythmic movement of his hips quickened, his thrusts becoming longer and deeper. I held him pressed tight to my body. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck, his lips working at my skin, his breathing harsh and laboured.
“Bernard…” His voice, muffled against my throat, was filled with such an earnest emotion that I felt myself melt beneath the warmth of his affection. My arms tightened about him, my hands caressing the smooth skin on his back. He raised his head and gazed into my eyes. “Bernard, I love you.”
Before I could say anything, his lips had covered mine again, his tongue sliding into my mouth, consuming me with his passion, even as his cock plunged ever deeper inside me. His body spasmed once, twice, and his seed flooded me. Beneath my hands, the muscles of his torso rippled and hardened with the strain and power of his ecstasy. As if in response to the overwhelming emotion that seemed to pour from every part of him, I felt my own orgasm surge through me, leaving me joyfully helpless in his arms. It was then, in that moment, that the loneliness, always an inherent part of a vampire’s long life, flooded over me, causing me to tighten my arms around Pietro and give vent to a sob, both of joy and sadness, torn from my very heart.
Immediately, he tried to console me with whispered words of endearment and soft, sweet kisses. If he was surprised at my reaction to our lovemaking, he made no comment on it but held me fast in his arms until I calmed myself and returned his kiss. His words of love had stirred an emotion within me I knew I should resist but could not. I was in love with him, and instead of the feeling of joy that should come with that realisation, I was filled with apprehension and doubt.
He loves me now , I thought, but what if that love turns to horror on discovering the secret I keep hidden from all men, bar the two vampires I know in Rome? Looking into his dark eyes now Blood Resurrection
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filled with love and compassion, I cursed myself for what I was and why it would necessitate my seeing him no more. I probed his mind, ready to cast the spell of forgetfulness upon him.
He seemed intuitively to know what I tried to do. I gasped as I felt him resist me. His mind was filled with thoughts of love—thoughts of love, for me… for me . How could I take away what he felt with such depth and passion?
As if in answer to my thought, he said, “You cannot stop me from loving you, Bernard.
Whatever it is you feel stands in the way of our love, we can overcome together. Don’t shut me out of your life. I beg of you.” At his words, the tears that burned behind my eyes now burst forth, pouring down my cheeks, and I sobbed quietly in his arms. “Bernard, Bernard,” he crooned in my ear. “Tell me what it is, so that I
We fell upon my narrow bed, our clothes scattered on the floor around us. My hands cupped his round firm buttocks, pulling his crotch into mine. His pelvis moved rhythmically against me, his hard cock pushing between my thighs. His eyes fixed on mine, his lips parted in a sly smile that told me without words that he wanted to fuck me. I was slightly surprised.
I don’t know why I’d thought I would be the dominant one. I wound my legs around his waist, holding his leanly muscled body fast. He spat into his hand, rubbing his saliva over Blood Resurrection
J.P Bowie
45
the head of his cock and into the tight hole of my anus. He inched forward, his hardness pushing inside me, gently at first, then with a heat and determination that made me gasp with pleasure.
I grasped the back of his head, pulling him down until our lips met in a kiss born of hunger and a yearning for one another that caused my heart to pound with desire. I heard him groan softly, his breath filling my mouth as the rhythmic movement of his hips quickened, his thrusts becoming longer and deeper. I held him pressed tight to my body. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck, his lips working at my skin, his breathing harsh and laboured.
“Bernard…” His voice, muffled against my throat, was filled with such an earnest emotion that I felt myself melt beneath the warmth of his affection. My arms tightened about him, my hands caressing the smooth skin on his back. He raised his head and gazed into my eyes. “Bernard, I love you.”
Before I could say anything, his lips had covered mine again, his tongue sliding into my mouth, consuming me with his passion, even as his cock plunged ever deeper inside me. His body spasmed once, twice, and his seed flooded me. Beneath my hands, the muscles of his torso rippled and hardened with the strain and power of his ecstasy. As if in response to the overwhelming emotion that seemed to pour from every part of him, I felt my own orgasm surge through me, leaving me joyfully helpless in his arms. It was then, in that moment, that the loneliness, always an inherent part of a vampire’s long life, flooded over me, causing me to tighten my arms around Pietro and give vent to a sob, both of joy and sadness, torn from my very heart.
Immediately, he tried to console me with whispered words of endearment and soft, sweet kisses. If he was surprised at my reaction to our lovemaking, he made no comment on it but held me fast in his arms until I calmed myself and returned his kiss. His words of love had stirred an emotion within me I knew I should resist but could not. I was in love with him, and instead of the feeling of joy that should come with that realisation, I was filled with apprehension and doubt.
He loves me now , I thought, but what if that love turns to horror on discovering the secret I keep hidden from all men, bar the two vampires I know in Rome? Looking into his dark eyes now Blood Resurrection
J.P Bowie
46
filled with love and compassion, I cursed myself for what I was and why it would necessitate my seeing him no more. I probed his mind, ready to cast the spell of forgetfulness upon him.
He seemed intuitively to know what I tried to do. I gasped as I felt him resist me. His mind was filled with thoughts of love—thoughts of love, for me… for me . How could I take away what he felt with such depth and passion?
As if in answer to my thought, he said, “You cannot stop me from loving you, Bernard.
Whatever it is you feel stands in the way of our love, we can overcome together. Don’t shut me out of your life. I beg of you.” At his words, the tears that burned behind my eyes now burst forth, pouring down my cheeks, and I sobbed quietly in his arms. “Bernard, Bernard,” he crooned in my ear. “Tell me what it is, so that I
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