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Something shifted after that night. The burden you were carrying on your shoulders getting less crippling as the feeling of acceptance finally started to settle in your mind.
Still, there was a long way ahead. You could not get rid of the fear completely after a single good moment.
Your body had welcomed Armand's touch, yet you hadn't allowed it to last for long — not because you weren't enjoying the feeling of his hands on your skin, but because you got overwhelmed by a dynamic so new you still hadn't the right instruments to handle.
Armand had stopped immediately, holding you in his arms and leaving small kisses along your jaw and down your neck to help you relax. He had not left your side until you fell asleep, his body so close it had felt like it was melding with yours.
When you woke the next day, he was already gone. After the initial panic of being left alone, you remembered Armand had told you he'll be away for a few days —that was why he had gone hunting the previous evening.
That was good, actually. You would have plenty of time to think.
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During the day you were busy enough with work to keep your mind closed off for a few hours, but at night when you were alone in your bed it all came rushing back at full force.
You kept replaying the conversation you'd had with Armand, convincing yourself that you had done the right thing telling him everything, that it was the only way for you to move forward in your relationship — and yet you couldn't stop the unsettling thought of Armand abandoning you from sneaking inside your head, as it tried to persuade you into believing you were too broken for someone like him to stay.
When the side of your brain finally grew quiet, making way for lighter and softer thoughts, something else awakened within you. Desire. Lust.
For the first couple of nights you managed to fight against those impulses, your body turning in your bed every few seconds trying to calm down until exhaustion pulled you in a restless sleep.
On the third, nothing was working. You couldn't stop imagining how it felt to have Armand touch your skin reaching your most intimate parts and craving for more. Every time you closed your eyes, the feeling got more intense as if you weren't just remembering but reliving the moment again.
You truly hoped Armand was staying out of your mind.
When you finally accepted that you could not ignore nor escape that part of you, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It wasn't that you didn't like touching yourself, you actually did it quite often and it had always been the only way for you to reach an orgasm — one of the things you still had to mention to Armand — you just had never done it thinking about him.
You took off your clothes completely, the duvet the only piece of fabric hiding your body. The room was too chilly for you not to have something to cover you and, also, the feeling of the material moving on your skin tickled you in a pleasant way.
You were lying on your back, your fingers lightly caressing the inside of your thighs as you closed your eyes trying to slow your breath, helping your body relax. You reached between your legs slowly, the tip of your index and middle fingers coming up to circle around your clit.
You cursed under your breath at the wetness you found there. You were already soaked, and you had barely started. Holding yourself back from giving in to your desires the last few days must have wound you up more than you had realized.
You opened your legs more to make it easier for your fingers to glide between your folds, as you felt your wetness trickling down your core. You would have to change your sheets once you were done, sleeping in your fluids wasn't exactly your thing.
The room was quiet. The only sounds were your breathy moans and the soft rustling of your body under the covers. Pretending your fingers were Armand's was easy, the memory still so clear in your mind that you weren't requiring much imagination to get you close to your peak. Still, a part of you was bothered by the fact that they weren't actually his.
"Armand…" you moaned low, almost to yourself.
"Yes?"
Your eyes shot open as your body stiffened at the sound. You slowly turned your head and, as you feared, Armand was standing right at the bottom of your bed staring at you with those bright amber eyes of his.
"Fuck," you swore, as you pulled the covers close to your body, moving to a sitting position and resting your back against the headboard.
None of you spoke for a few seconds, your gazes never straying away from one another. Your breathing was coming out in short pants, your chests rising and falling quickly — you weren't sure if caused by the fright of Armand's surprise appearance or by being so close to coming before getting interrupted. Still, Armand wasn't missing a single movement.
"You were enjoying yourself, my love?" He asked as if he didn't know you were indeed doing exactly that.
You pursed your lips refusing to reply, and Armand stepped even closer to the bed, the front of his legs touching the mattress. His eyes so intense you had to turn you gaze away after a few moments.
You weren't embarrassed by the situation, there was no shame in exploring your own body. It was just that this side of your relationship was so new, you weren't sure what your next move would be.
"Don't hide yourself from me," Armand whispered. You wondered if he was referring to your body or your emotions. Knowing him, probably both.
"You have never seen me naked before. Not fully, at least," you finally managed to reply, turning to face him again.
He tilted his head slightly to the side. "Are you feeling self-conscious or uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Then show me."
"I can't." It was true. Your body was still frozen in the same sitting position. "I can't bring myself to move."
You weren't saying it directly, but Armand still understood what you were asking.
Ever so slowly, he moved his right hand towards the mattress, taking the fabric of the duvet between his fingers. Without moving his gaze away from your face, he started pulling the covers towards him and away from your body.
You let him. You hands not even trying to resist against the action. You were just glad the room was dark enough for you to hide your blush, even a little bit.
Still, when your upper body was exposed, your instincts kicked in and you crossed your arms against your chest, your hands resting lightly on your shoulders.
Armand didn't say anything. He just kept pulling the sheets down until every inch of your skin was exposed to the room. His eyes still fixed in yours.
Just like you did with your arms, you raised your legs slightly pressing them as close as possible to cover the most intimate part of you.
"Give me a moment," your voice was no louder than a whisper. He could still hear you anyway.
"Take all the time you need, my love," Armand said, just as softly. "I'm here."
You took a couple of deep breaths, as you slowly started to move your hands away from your chest. Armand's gaze never slipping below your neck helping you relax further. Your legs followed right after, gliding down the bed until only one was still partly bent.
Only when your body stilled again in the new position, you saw Armand's eyes begin their descent down your body. They stopped at your breasts, surely committing to memory their shape and the little moles you had there. The feeling so fierce, it almost felt like an actual touch.
He moved lower, passing over your belly, your center and finally down your legs. Your muscles tensed from time to time, as you resisted the urge to hide yourself away again.
"You are a masterpiece, my love. I feel honoured to see you." It was hard to tell from the expression on his face, the darkness preventing you from seeing clearly, but his voice getting lower betrayed how affected Armand really was by the situation.
At that realization, the last ounce of shyness and self-consciousness vanished from your body.
"Touch me, please." In a blink, Armand was on you with his hands resting on both sides of your head, keeping his body from crushing you under his weight.
He touched your nose softly with his, before kissing it on the tip. A soft gesture considering the position you were both in.
"I'm sorry if I scared you before."
You dismissed his apology with a shake of you head, your hands raising to cup his face. You pulled him down to kiss his lips, Armand immediately kissing you back. It didn't take long for the intensity to grow, both of you panting in each other's mouths as your tongues fought for dominance. A battle you were clearly and gladly going to lose.
As you felt the fabric of his shirt rub against your skin, you bit his lower lip with your teeth. Armand laughed at your action, pulling away to look at you in question.
"You do enjoy a power play, don't you?" you said with a little smile. "I'm here completely naked, and you're still fully clothed. How is that fair?"
"Actually, I'm barefoot."
"Ah well, that changes everything, then."
Armand moved his weight lowering down to his elbows, his body pressing you further against the mattress. You opened your legs to accommodate him better, well aware that now your wet core was fully in contact with the front of his pants. You didn't care, and from soft hum vibrating in his chest he didn't mind either.
Armand went back to kissing you on your neck, scraping his teeth delicately on the skin below your ear. "Can I taste you?"
Your breath hitched at his words, your heart beating faster. You could pretend you didn't know what he meant, but this game wouldn't work with Armand.
He immediately felt your reaction, moving his face away to look you in your eyes. "You can say no, if you don't want to. You know that, right?"
You nodded. "I want to. It's just never felt good before, I probably don't feel pleasure that way."
Armand raised one of his eyebrows, showing that what you were saying didn't make any sense to him. Probably he was right, still that was how your past experiences had felt like.
"Other men's inability is not a fault of your body," Armand stated firmly, firmly believing that what he said could be the only truth.
"How can you be so certain? I was never able to reach an orgasm with someone else who wasn't me."
Armand stilled for a moment, his eyes studying the expression on your face, before moving his upper body back to look at you better. Something had shifted in his demeanor, it was palpable in the air.
"What did you say?"
Shit.
You took a deep breath. "No one has ever made me come before, besides me."
Armand's stillness that many found unsettling was sending a shiver down your spine. Maybe there was really something wrong with you if you found his anger arousing — when it wasn't directed at you, of course. But it was never directed at you.
"Let me change that."
He didn't wait for your reply, before moving down your body. He followed an invisible trail from your neck to your sternum, leaving small pecks behind so light you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. You didn't know what to do with your hands, if you could tangle them in his hair or if you should just keep clutching the sheets next to you as you were already doing.
Armand sensed your internal dilemma and without detaching his mouth from your skin, he took your hands in his slowly raising them above your head, letting them rest on the pillow. "Keep them there, and relax. You don't need to do anything, just breathe and allow your body to feel."
You nodded, not really trusting your voice. But you trusted Armand completely.
He was paying attention to every inch of skin on your chest, alternating between delicate bites that never broke your skin nor left any sign behind, and small kisses. He was avoiding your nipples entirely, now fully hard and craving even the smallest touch.
You were not above begging, opening your mouth to voice what you needed but Armand was faster. He closed his lips around your right nipple sucking firmly, as he pinched the other with his fingers.
"Fuck," you moaned loudly, a spike of pleasure shooting from your chest down to your clit. Your back arched a little from the bed, trying to get closer to Armand's mouth as your legs closed, pressing against the side of his body between them.
"You are so sensitive," Armand murmured as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, his tongue teasing the little slit in the middle, making you mewl softly at the sensation.
You were squirming on the bed now, as much as Armand's body on you could allow, your arms coming down from their spot on the pillow to hold his head against you. You could barely bring yourself to think of the mess between your legs, Armand seeming completely calm and unfazed about it, though you knew he wasn't as you could feel his hard length pressing against your core.
Armand raised his head, his curls slipping out of your hands as he moved. He kissed you again on your lips, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt and giving it a firm pull. He smiled against you, as he got your message, biting slightly on your lower lip. A little payback from before.
He moved back, shifting his weight fully on his knees as he pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to unbutton it. You hoped you could get a moment of respite, to have a chance to slow down your breath a little, but with Armand's torso now in full display you could feel your arousal reach new levels.
You wanted to pay the same attention to his chest as he did to yours, only Armand didn't give you the time. One second he was on his knees staring you down, the next he had his head between your legs. Vampiric speed was still one of the things you could not wrap your head around entirely.
Armand positioned your legs on his shoulders, his arms enveloping your thighs completely to keep you still in the position. You could feel his soft breath on your core, the movement of air cold on your skin highlighted by the wetness. His eyes were fixed on your center, again committing to memory another part of your body. The time to be self-conscious about how looked down there was over, you could not hide or run away anymore. He had seen you now.
"Always so beautiful," he said, his gaze gliding down your folds, before moving up to look at you in your eyes again. "And mine."
Armand always seemed to wait for the moment you opened your mouth to say something back to attack you, depriving you of the possibility to hold back your sounds. The second his tongue made contact with your clit circling around it expertly, a loud moan came out of your lips almost resonating in the quiet dark.
Armand repeated the same action a few times, testing which rhythm worked best for you. To you everything seemed to work, as long as Armand was the one executing it on you. Once he seemed satisfied, he closed his lips around the bud, beginning to suck it in his mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Whining was all you could do in that moment, no coherent sentence forming in your head. Even your body was unable to thrash around as it wanted with Armand's arms successfully pinning it down on the mattress.
When Armand combined the two action, sucking firmly on your clit with his lips and flicking it with his tongue at the same time, you feared you were going to lose consciousness as the pleasure was getting too intense. Your belly contracting was preventing you from releasing any more sounds, your moans getting stuck in your throat.
"Breathe, little one. Breathe."
Armand detached himself from your clit, just as you were getting closer to your peak. He didn't stop in his mission, directing his attention to your opening.
As soon as you felt his touch, your muscles tensed in response. "Armand, don't—"
"I won't get inside, do not worry. I'll focus on your folds," he said, leaving small kisses on your inner thighs, slowly moving closer to your lower lips. "I can't let all your juices go to waste on the sheets."
If your blood was not all collected in your core, you would have felt a bit embarrassed by his words. In that moment, all you cared about was getting his mouth back on you.
Armand moaned against your folds, lapping up your wetness in every crevice of your skin. His movements started to get frenzied, as you could feel the waves of pleasure rising more strongly with each passing seconds, your moans getting higher in volume to match the intensity of the feeling.
He unwrapped his arms from around your legs, his hands taking a hold of your skin on the back of your thighs to pull them back, successfully folding you in half. You gasped at the new position, your knees almost touching your shoulders.
You were completely exposed, though your mind was too fogged by the need to come to stop to think about it. Armand shifted his focus back on your clit, his movements now getting sloppier as his sole goal was bringing you to your peak.
"I'm—I'm close," you managed to blurt out. You were breathing hard, your moans coming out whiny and unfiltered from your parted lips. Your hands were gripping the sheets so hard, your knuckles were turning white. You were almost there.
"I know," Armand replied, never stopping his actions. "Let go. I got you."
That was all the invitation you needed, as he sucked your clit hard between his lips one last time. You opened your mouth to scream when the orgasm hit you at full force, but no sound came out. Your legs were trying to close around Armand's head, but his hands on your thighs were preventing you from moving. Your ears were ringing and you could feel your eyes prick with tears. You were burning from the inside.
You were so caught in the sensation, willingly drowning in the sea of pleasure you almost missed the moment Armand bit your inner thigh. The sting prolonged the final waves of your orgasm for a few seconds, as you heard Armand release a powerful moan against your skin. He was experiencing your pleasure through your blood, feeling satisfied at the intensity of it.
Once you felt your body and mind coming down from your high, you took a deep breath trying to will your legs to stop shaking. Armand licked your little wounds close as soon as he was done, finally releasing your thighs from his hold.
He sat there between your legs for a moment, back to his familiar stillness as he stared at you. You felt positively drained, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat and your hair a mess, spread like a halo on the bed.
"You have done splendidly, my love," Armand said, eyes boring into yours lovingly. "How do you feel?"
Positively fucked. "Good. Very good, actually." You voice was bit hoarse, you probably screamed more than you could remember. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll return the favour."
Armand shook his head at your suggestion. "There is no need for that."
You frowned at him not understanding the reason behind his refusal.
"I reached my peak when I bit you, my love. I feel positively fucked too, right now," Armand said, smirking slightly.
Your eyes widened at him, your cheeks blushing at the implications.
"Next time, then?"
"Next time."