Geraldo Sanchez

Violet moaned his name loud as she felt like she could see starts of how good he was making her feel, she held him tighter while her body tremble under him, as he kissed her jaw she tilted her head giving him access to her neck, she doubted he was going to bite her and drink from her, but if he wanted to do, if that was going to make him feel good she was okay with that, she just wanted to make him feel just as wonderful as he was making her feel, and this was the first time she actually wanted to give a vampire pleasure. Violet moaned as he managed to thrust even faster, giving her another small orgasm as he came as well, she knew she was hurt and if he lay on top of her with his full weight it would hurt a little, but she almost wished she did. She let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulled her closer to him, kissing him back, resting her hand on his  chest as she could feel his heart beat, at his question she looked at him. “That was perfect.” She told him.

Geraldo shrugged his shoulders, because he didn’t have any real response, knowing there wasn’t much he could do to fix things. He tried his best to make up for his past by doing good now, but it didn’t stop the guilt he felt. He cleared his throat, wishing he hadn’t gone this route with the conversation. “It’s sad that it’s how it’s viewed,” he said honestly, “There should be more between two people before that point is reached. I don’t partake very often due to this train of thought. That sex should be more than just doing it one time and moving on. It should be a shared experience, where both parties have learned about each other and it’s a next step to discovering what comes next.” He took a sip of his coffee and set it back down, “I think you deserve to know the real aspect of that type of relationship.”

Geraldo couldn’t help but notice the blush in her complexion and how beautiful she appeared in that moment. “I try for that as well, but unfortunately I’m not always able to help, if they’re not willing from a vampire.” He cleared his throat and looked over at her, “When would you like to bake with me, Eveline?”

Geraldo nodded his head in understanding, knowing other packs had similar things like that. “That’s wonderful, perhaps if I prove trustworthy, you can give me a few tips to healing wounds that don’t entail providing my blood,” he said straightforward. He often helped the humans that crossed his path, but knew it wasn’t ideal for the human to have to endure after being hurt. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mia, and hear about your book. I’m Geraldo, I own Hive Honey Sweets, which you may or may not have heard of.”

Geraldo didn’t shy away from the truths in his life, no matter if they brought him shame or not, he wasn’t one to lie. “Am I?” he laughed openly, having heard that before by other vampires, but not a human. “I’m sorry it has to be that way for you,” he said honestly, looking him over, “I can see the appeal but it doesn’t mean it happening without your consent should be a thing.” He took a sip of his drink and sighed, “I think too many use sex as a go-to as it is, and that isn’t right. It should be about more than the physical action.”

Geraldo knew his way of doing things wasn’t the same as many others, as he’d encountered any time he went for a drink or to the nightclub. But despite that, he was enjoying the conversation with the other, simply discussing their own pleasures and desires. “What do you consider intimate?” he asked curiously, taking another sip of his drink, his eyes on hers.

Geraldo didn’t know what to think about a slave being hurt like this for the first time, knowing how this could possibly affect her in the long run. It angered him but he did his best to keep that away from his thoughts. His focus was on taking care of her and he held her close as he walked into his home. He went to the bedroom and rested her on the edge of the bed, staring down at her. “Tell me, what do you need tonight? A bath?” he asked softly, not wanting to upset her.

Geraldo nodded his head, eyes sad at the mention of the war and the toll it’d taken on everyone, particularly his parents at the time. They’d always been softer towards the wolves and humans, something he’d taken from them and made him into the man he was now. “It is, but yes, work,” he laughed, relieved from the thought from his past, something he didn’t often fester with, “I own the Hive Honey Sweets shop.” He leaned in and smiled, “It’s a reprieve for the human slaves, between you and me.”

Geraldo watched her try to figure out her own injuries and began grabbing some cloths and wetting them under the warm water, ensuring it wouldn’t be too hot for her. He pressed the first one to her neck, gingerly removing her hand so he could have access to the wound. “Just breathe and relax. You’re safe here, Mirela,” he said gently, cupping her face with the opposite hand so she’d be able to rest for a moment. He continued to soak up the lingering blood and wipe away the dried specs from her warm skin, sighing to himself. “He certainly did,” he commented in a terse tone, “I’m sorry this has happened to you.”

“You say ‘just gardens’ when this is quite a painting,” Geraldo grinned, pleased the other was so open and willing to show it to an unknown vampire. “I’m glad you’re able to find the time. I know it’s not so simple for everyone here. They struggle to find a way to relieve stress.” He cleared his throat, considering for a moment and smiled, “You could sell them at my shop. I’ve got a spot to save them for you.. if that’s something you’re interested in.”

Her smile gave him relief that she was going to allow him to assist her bad morning. “It’s a nice spot, or at least, I try to make sure it is,” he said easily enough. “I try to have it be a place of reprieve, for anyone that needs it.” He grinned and gestured towards the direction of his shop, “I’m Geraldo. It’s lovely to meet you, Abigail.”

Geraldo reached a hand to the headboard, holding on as he continued his steady thrusts, starting to lose control and he didn’t want to hurt the beautiful woman in any way. He continued to kiss her, though it turned into breathless moans against her lips. But it all shifted when she reached her peak, those beautiful moans overtaking his control and he didn’t want to slow down or be as cautious with how good it felt to having her sweet sex pulsing around his length like that. “So perfect,” he whispered, brushing his lips down along her jaw and he began to fuck into her wholly, not stopping until he was reaching his climax as well. He gasped when it came suddenly, almost taking him by surprise and he moaned against her jaw when he finally came down enough to pull from her body. He lay next to her side and slowly pulled her towards him, kissing her once more, a reminder that he wasn’t going to let this define the person he was. He still wanted to care for her, be what she needed for the night. “Was that all right?” he asked softly, giving a smile to her.

Geraldo gestured towards his home, showing it was mere feet away to get to the entrance. He’d been lucky to have overheard from his front room and able to offer the help she’d needed. She was in his arms and he shook his head at her apologies, “No, no. Don’t apologize. And you can call me Geraldo. No sirs needed with me.” He wanted to ensure she got everything she needed, so he held her cautiously, uncertain of what injuries the other vampire may have inflicted. He walked into his home, shutting the door behind them and carried her to the bathroom, knowing she needed to be cleaned up. He set her down on the counter and tried to assess her wounds. “Where does it hurt?” he asked gently, speaking softly in case she needed that.

Geraldo could sense that Jett was being honest with him, but he didn’t have words for the sentiment, feeling a strength with having a human slave respond in that way. “I had a good family,” he responded easily, fairly open about how he’d grown up, “They were sympathetic and though I did have a rebellious phase, I realized they were right. We’re all equal in an unjust world.” He sat down with him and glanced around, ensuring everything was in order before truly settling in. “Yes, very true,” he acknowledged with a nod of his head, “What would you say is a vice of yours? If you care to admit it to a mere stranger.” He chuckled at the notion, smiling at Jett.