Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Chapter 53 – Let’s Tango



Her eyes flew wide open and she pulled away from him, her hand clasped against that side of her neck that she had felt it.

“No! I’m not ready yet,” she declared with fear, looking at his eyes that were now once again dazed glowing red.

What held her attention the most weren’t his eyes though, but his fangs that were peeking out from the corners of his lips.

“I don’t want an imprinting yet,” she shook her head.

The fangs seem to slowly withdraw back and she couldn’t see them anymore.

“I wasn’t trying to,” he said lowly.

“Good because it’s going to be hella painful and I have to be ready,” she chuckled, still a little nervous.

When he spoke again, he didn’t sound pained, instead he sounded understanding.

“It’s not going to be painful.”

Ivy arched her brows at him.

Was he kidding?

He smiled, pulling her hand gently away from her neck, “Okay, maybe just a little bit, but it won’t be too much. I have heard some vampires…” Then he added after a little pause, “and people, say it is very pleasurable.”

That could be true, but the fact still remained that Ivy wasn’t ready to test it out.

“I’m not ready yet.”

Chris nodded lightly, a small forced smile crossing his lips.

It made her worried.

It suddenly felt like something heavy had settled into the pit of her stomach.

She had to ask.

“Does it affect you? The fact that you cannot imprint on me yet.”

He didn’t answer, instead, he stretched his hand forward, caressing her neck, his gaze burning into that part of her neck.

She watched him lick his lips slowly and her stomach flustered with what seemed like butterflies.

“I crave to be able to imprint my mark on you. Right from the moment I laid my eyes on you, right from the moment I knew that I could be yours.”

A sincere smile crossed his lips at that, although the look of longing still remained in his eyes, he pulled his hand away and looked up at her face.

“I am a very patient man, it is something I have learnt very well and mastered. I can wait.” He took her hands, caressing them while he held her gaze. “I won’t do anything until you are ready.”

Then he dropped her hands, cupping her face in them instead, as he leaned closer and kissed her.

Gentle, slow.

“Claim me,” he said between the kiss. “I love to hear you do it.”

She pulled away from him, a smiled on her face, her eyes dancing with plesure.

“Mine.”

When he pulled her closer this time, her hand found its way down on his bare chest, pulling him closer with her hands around his neck, while their lips sealed back in a slow kiss.

Her hands slipping lower down his chest, to his waist line, tracing his belt.

His hand tightened around her as he felt her fingernails scratch lightly against his abs, her hands undoing his belt, then his zip.

Then her hand drove deeper.

And deeper.

Till it was firmly around his hard and erect member.

She really hoped nothin would interrupt them this time, if not, she would really lose her mind.

His head fell against the crock of her neck, a groan resonated from deep within his chest, rumbling, as her hand moved up and down his length slowly.

She felt his cold tongue against her neck, his fangs once again grazing that spot lightly.

Before she had time to react though or flinch away as she had done last time, her back was against the bed, her panties now no where to be found, while his now clothelss self settled in between her legs, his dick teasing her entrance, and his lips sealed against hers in a kiss that seemed more devouring than gentle.

The need returned, taunting, a tortore that was stretching out for far too long it almost felt painful.

Her clit throbbed with need.

It was getting unbearable for him to continue with his teasing too.

The fact that her smell was thick in the air didn’t help things.

It drove his senses wild.

So when he felt her lock her legs at her ankles and pull him closer, he did not fight it.

He thrusted into her as gently and slowly as his lustfull need could allow.

Asides from that, there was this need for her blood that kept raising in him, and once again his face fell into the crook of her neck, groans rumbling from his chest, as his thrust quicken, resulting into high feverish moans from her.

Her nails dug into his back, her lips trembling, her head titled to a side, Chris cold nostrils against it, her eyes shut tight as pleasure rushed quickly through her veins, taking over her mind.

“Yes… oh my– ah, oh my goodness, faster please, fas–” her voice trailed off into a long moan, as her body jerked into him, in feverish jerks, before his body collapsed against hers.

Ivy couldn’t tell how many rounds they went after that, she wasn’t counting.

But finally, they laid side by side, both still naked underneath the blanket, his arms around her, while he pulled her against his cold body.

“I’m so lucky you didn’t get married, Ivy.” He said lowly, in an almost whisper, his voice seeping into her ear. “I can’t imagine some one else having you. I’d lose my mind.”

She smiled weakly, letting out a low chuckle.

“And what if I had?”

“I’m not a fan of taking and ceasing,” he chuckled before his voice became thoughtful, “I think I would have resulted to seducing you and trust me, I know my way around that.”

She nodded lightly, her gaze fixed on the side table.

“Alright, Cupid.” She nudged him with her shoulder and his hold tightened around her while they smiled. “How about this? What if you had me successfully seduce but my supposed “husband” wouldn’t let me go.”

There was a moment of silence, indicating that he was thinking.

Deeply.

“Then I will be left with no choice but to take you.”

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“You are an exception, Ivy.” He said, planting small kisses against the crook of her neck, she closed her eyes, a smile on her face, allowing his voice to fill her mind.

“For many things in my life, you are an exception.”


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