#vaginismus

"I’m not joking. I’m in love with you and it’s infuriating that everyone, but you, can see that." Finally, some of the dim moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the burning look in Rafayel's eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, mind reeling at his sudden confession.

"But… you’re my boss." The words felt dumb as soon as you said them. For months, you had held feelings for Rafayel. And for months, you quietly stamped them down with the simple phrase "but he’s your boss". It was what you repeated to yourself when you first thought of kissing him. And when you imagined his hands under your shirt and his mouth moaning in your ear. Your nights were spent dreaming of him and your mornings were spent mourning that he wasn’t there. You loved him, but he’s your boss. You loved him, but you shouldn’t.

"Riiiight," Rafayel rolled his eyes, his tone sarcastic, "your boss that buys you expensive clothes and jewelry, that takes you out to nice places and events, that calls you pet names, and only really ever asks for your company. Is that how your captain treats you, too?"

"No," you responded meekly. You had built a house of cards atop a foundation of "he’s your boss" to shelter your feelings and Rafayel was a breeze off the ocean. In your flustered state, your eyes betrayed you and you glanced at Rafayel’s lips, which he, of course, noticed. He took a step towards you, his eyes darkened. You retreated, but quickly felt the coolness of the door press against your back. Rafayel caged you in with his body, one hand on the door next to your head and the other tilting your chin to look up at him.

"Tell me to stop and I will," Rafayel whispered, leaning close enough that his breath ghosted over your lips.

The warmth of his body so close to yours and the intoxicating smell of his cologne were enough to drive anyone into a lustful madness. You finally gave into your instincts and, grabbing his shirt, you closed the distance. One of Rafayel’s hands found your waist to pull you closer, his chest solid against yours. Raf kissed you desperately, groaning when your tongues finally met. He pressed you back against the door with his body and slotted his thigh between your legs against your throbbing pussy. You moaned into his mouth and began harshly removing his tie as Raf grinded his leg against you. He was insatiable with his kisses, refusing to part from your lips for breath, and you were starting to get lightheaded from the pleasure and lack of oxygen, not that you were complaining. In retaliation, you started unbuttoning his dress shirt, desperate to tease his chest, but after the third button, he grabbed your hands and pinned them against the door. Rafayel then moved to suck on your neck, his mouth was fire on your skin. You gasped, your fingers grasping his. You pressed your hips into him and your knee brushed against his bulge. The contact caused Raf to release your neck in order to let out a gasp.

"Please," Rafayel panted and his dark eyes met yours, "can I taste you, cutie?" Although you might not admit it, you loved when he called you cutie. It caused warmth to pool low in your stomach without fail, every time.

"Yes," you sighed. Raf released your hands and kissed you a couple more times before dropping to his knees. You had always thought Rafayel was gorgeous. With his blue and pink eyes that reminded you of a sunset. His curly, violet hair that was always perfectly tousled. And his soft pink lips giving you butterflies every time he smiled. But now, with Rafayel on his knees in front of you, eyes nearly black with want, staring up at you like you were his entire world, you knew nothing in this universe could compare to Rafayel’s ethereal beauty.

He slid his soft hands up your thighs under your dress, his eyes still locked on yours. "Can you hold your dress up for me, baby?" He asked, pressing his lips against your exposed knee and giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You grabbed the hem of your dress with both hands and slowly bunched the fabric up over your hips, allowing Rafayel to see your soaked panties. You watched Raf’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat and then his hot mouth was on your clothed pussy, banishing all thoughts from your head. The lewd sounds he made as he sucked your arousal from the fabric echoed through the studio. One of your hands released its hold on your dress to grab at Rafayel’s hair instead; his moan reverberated through you, pulling his name from your lips. He cursed and pulled your underwear to the side, wasting no time before diving back into your wetness.

"Fuck, Rafayel," you were shocked by how needy you sounded, but Raf’s groan against you told you he didn’t mind. He ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, but when you bucked your hips, he suddenly pulled away.

"Can I put a finger in, cutie?" Rafayel looked up at you, his lips shining with your arousal. But his words caused a feeling of cold panic to rush into your chest, as memories of your previous painful attempts at penetration flooded you. You heard your voice shout no and felt your hand push his head away, dropping your dress in the process. Rafayel looked confused and hurt and it made your heart ache. Your mind was suddenly filled with the fear of Rafayel’s rejection, your face now wet with tears. Raf was immediately on his feet, hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, it’s okay. Come on, sit down and let me get you some water." Raf led you to one of the stools at his kitchen island, gave you a glass of water, and stood across from you. You wiped your tears and drank your water, very aware of Rafayel's intense gaze locked on you though you refused to make eye contact with him. Rafayel stayed shockingly quiet as you attempted to calm your racing heart, still anxious of how he would respond when you told him about your vaginismus. This development in your relationship was brand new and you liked him so much and for so long, so you were terrified of ruining things. When he started absentmindedly tapping on the counter, you looked up at him and realized he was anxious too. He met your gaze and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then quickly closed it. You hugged your arms to steel yourself for what had to come next.

"It’s not you, Raf," you sighed and he tensed at your words, his ocean eyes desperately studying you.

"Please don’t say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. I may not understand all your human sayings, but I know that one means bad news." Raf spoke quickly, crossing his arms.

"I mean it’s nothing you said or did," you held up your hands, trying to reassure him. "I have vaginismus."

"Oh, I’m so sorry. We’ll get through this together, let me just, uh, look something up real quick." Raf began reaching for his phone, probably to look up vaginismus.

"It means I can’t do penetration because it hurts too much," you interrupted and braced for his negative reaction.

"Ohhhh, ok." Instead, Rafayel just nodded thoughtfully. He was acting so calm, you figured he still didn’t understand what you meant.

"That means no fingering."

"Okay," Raf responded simply with another nod.

"And you can’t put your dick in."

Rafayel let out an amused scoff, "I know what penetration means, cutie," he responded with a fond look, while you just stared at him, dumbfounded at his reaction.

Noticing your stare, Raf shuffled on his feet, "Um… is it terminal?"

"What? No, Rafayel, it’s not terminal!"

"Sorry!" Rafayel put his hands up in defense, "You were staring at me like I should say something!"

"Well, aren’t you like annoyed? Or angry?"

"No, why would I be angry with you?" Raf cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Because we can’t do penetration!" You responded, somewhat exasperated.

"I’m okay with that," he gave a small shrug.

"Maybe you’re okay with it for now, but what about in the future? Aren’t you gonna ask how I can fix it?"

"Fix it? Liiiike you’re not a machine though," his eyes were soft with affection and meeting his gaze, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I-I know…" you looked down at where your hands rested on the cool marble countertop, trying to gather your thoughts.

"Does it like hurt all the time?" He asked, voice sympathetic.

You looked up at him and shook your head, "No, only when I try to put something in."

"Well, I promise I won't do that. I'll be a good fishie and let you take the lead from now," Rafayel nodded definitively. Though you were comforted by his words, you weren’t sure where to go from here. "Is this something you want to change?" His question gave you pause as you hadn’t really thought about what you wanted before.

"I… I don’t know," you replied honestly.

"That’s okay. No matter your decision, I'll be here to support you," Rafayel placed a hand over yours and you met his eyes, filled with adoration.

"I love you." The words fell out before you could stop them, though you don’t think you would have. Raf’s eyes widened and his ears flushed bright red, but then he turned away, crossing his arms.

"Don’t say that unless you mean it," his voice sounded somewhat raw and you couldn’t see his expression. Your heart ached at his words, how could you not mean it? Those words always felt like they were right on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill out and you had thought of telling him so many times before that it sometimes felt like you already had. And now, Rafayel didn’t believe you? The thought was baffling. You got up to stand in front of him, though he kept his arms crossed and averted his gaze. You brought a hand to his cheek and gently guided him to look at you. Although Raf was average height, around 173 cm, he still had to tilt his head slightly down to look you in the eyes.

"I love you, Rafayel," you said again, your heart hammering in your chest. "And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me."

He kissed you like he was chasing the words, his hands now on your back holding you close. You slid your fingers through his soft curls and eventually rested one hand on the back of his neck. The kiss was slow and deep like every centimeter of space between you was an insult. You felt like you were drowning in him, and you decided that this wouldn't be such a bad way to die: in your lover's embrace. The warmth of his body and the firmness of his hands on your back were intoxicating and your muscles relaxed into his embrace. Keeping his forehead against yours, Rafayel pulled away for breath.

"Say it again," Raf mumbled, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"I love you," you responded; your lips brushed his as you spoke.

"Stay here tonight, please," Rafayel breathed, "let me hold you while you sleep, I promise I don't need anything else." Rafayel always knew what to say to turn you into putty in his arms.

"Okay," you whispered, nuzzling him back. Rafayel kissed your nose before bending to lift you up bridal style. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck and pressed your face into his chest, breathing him in. Gods, he always smelled so good, like lemons on a sea breeze. You were somewhat surprised when Rafayel placed you on the counter in his bathroom instead of on his bed.

Seeing your confusion, he said, "Have to take off your makeup, cutie." Raf pulled out some makeup remover and cotton rounds and placed himself between your legs, causing your dress to ride up slightly.

"It's okay, I can do it," you moved to slide off the counter, but Raf stood firm.

"I know you can do it yourself," he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "let me prove my devotion to you." Your cheeks burned at his husky tone, how could you refuse such a request? You gave a small nod and Raf rewarded you with a chaste kiss to your neck before grabbing a cotton round. He worked with the same care and precision he showed to his art and you admired the focused look on his face as he gently slid the soft cotton along your skin.

"Close your eyes, cutie," Raf instructed, grabbing another cotton round. With your eyes closed, your other senses became heightened. You became acutely aware of the warmth of Rafayel’s legs between your bare ones, as well as a new wave of wetness pooling in your underwear. You thought of the divine view of Rafayel burying his face in between your thighs and the delicious moans he had made. Your legs instinctively tried to close, but instead just squeezed Rafayel. Having finished taking off your makeup, he gave you a light kiss on the top of your head and then separated from you.

"All done, I’ll go grab you some clothes to sleep in," Rafayel turned to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

"Wait," you slid off the counter and turned around, "can you unzip my dress for me?" You gathered your hair to one side, exposing the back of your neck. You wanted him to keep touching you, to keep kissing you. Raf stepped closer to you and pulled the zipper down your back, careful not to touch your bare skin (to your disappointment). His hands stilled for a moment when the zipper reached the bottom of the track, like he wasn’t quite ready to part from you. You took advantage of his hesitance, turned to face him, and hooked your arms around his neck. Seeing the familiar light blush covering Raf’s cheeks and ears, you bit your lip, in love with the visible effect you had on him. You yanked Rafayel towards you, your legs pressed against the counter, but his hands landed on the countertop instead of on your body, like you wanted. Raf cocked his head to the side, eyebrows raised and signature smirk on display, waiting for you to continue. You held his gaze as you grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head. You flung it onto the floor behind Rafayel, licking your lips at his heated stare. You hoisted yourself back onto the counter, before wrapping your arms around Rafayel’s neck and your legs around his thighs.   

"Please, touch me again," you whispered and his lips crashed into yours. His hands started at your waist, then started exploring your stomach and chest. You reached around and unclasped your bra, and Rafayel leaned back a bit to look at you. His gaze was reverent and he traced his fingers over your breasts, featherlight. He touched you the same way he would a delicate statue and you were starting to get impatient. You grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to fully cup your boobs. Rafayel's eyes briefly met yours, a smirk pulling at his lips. His soft hands fondled and squeezed, while his mouth began sucking and kissing your neck. Filled with the need to taste him again, you dragged Raf by the hair into an open-mouthed kiss. Raf moaned and you needed him closer. So you hooked your ankles together over Rafayel's ass and simultaneously scooted forward, your butt halfway off the countertop. Rafayel groaned into your mouth when his hard bulge pressed against your wet panties.

"I didn't get to taste your cum earlier, cutie," Rafayel ran his hands down your chest to your thighs and nuzzled his face against your neck. "Can I finish my meal now?" He whispered in your ear; your skin felt like it was on fire and as much as you wanted to give him anything he asked for, you still hesitated.

"I-I want us to come together," you, of course, adored the sight of Rafayel on his knees for you, but you also longed to see him equally undone. Rafayel groaned at your words and sucked harshly on your pulse point, his hips jerking into you once.

"Fuck, baby, that won't be a problem," he rasped before continuing to ravish your neck, his hips slowly grinding against you. "Do you want me to touch myself while I make you cum with my mouth?"

"Mm, yes!" You moaned; gods, he knew how to get you going. Your pussy throbbed desperately and you kissed him a few more times, addicted to his lips, before he sank to his knees. Raf licked his lips as you lifted your hips to take off your underwear. He leaned forward, eager to taste you, but you stopped him with a hand on his head. The way he looked up at you with big eyes and an adorable pout really brought the dom out of you.

"Wait, show me how you touch yourself, baby," you purred. You had no time for self-doubt before Rafayel undid his belt and ripped off the button of his pants in his haste to get them open. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he pulled his cock out, the head already dribbling precum. Raf's beautiful, long fingers tightly wrapped around his shaft and his eyelashes fluttered as he slowly stroked himself from base to tip. He massaged his swollen head with the palm of his hand, gasping softly.

"Mm-hm, good boy, so pretty," you threaded your fingers through his hair and he let out the sexiest whimper.

"Can I please taste you now?" Rafayel begged, his voice raw. As soon as the word 'yes' left your mouth, Rafayel hooked your legs over his shoulders and buried his face in between your thighs. He grabbed your ass to pull you impossibly closer and the force of the movement made you grasp the edge of the counter for stability. You sighed as Raf licked up and down your dripping folds, spreading your juices over your pulsing clitoris. Rafayel made firm circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, chasing what made your legs twitch and your hips buck.

"Fuck, feels so good, Rafie," you moaned, petting his fluffy hair. Rafayel was ravenous with his tongue, dipping in and out of your entrance, then alternating between flicking and sucking your clit. Soft moans continuously spilled out of you, as Raf licked and sucked, swallowing your arousal like it was his last meal and he hadn't eaten in weeks. Already pent up from earlier, you quickly hurtled towards your peak, succumbing to Rafayel's expert finesse.

"Fuck-hah-I'm close, cum with me, Rafie, please," you pleaded, fingers clutching his hair. His tongue worked faster against your clit and with just a couple fast strokes of his cock, Rafayel was cumming all over his lap. His heavenly moans vibrated through you and you screamed his name as you came, your thighs shaking. After working you through your orgasm, Raf rested his cheek on your inner thigh, his eyes closed and chest heaving.

"Raf? You okay?" You asked, gently massaging his scalp. He rubbed his nose against you, inadvertently leaving a wet trail of your cum, then began pressing delicate kisses to your inner thigh.

"Yeah, just give me a second to come back down from heaven, cutie," Raf sighed before continuing his mission of kissing every inch of your plush thighs.

After cleaning up, you both changed into comfier clothes and snuggled under the cottony covers of Rafayel’s bed. Raf sprawled half on top of you, resting his head against your chest. You looped one arm securely around his waist and used your free hand to intertwine your fingers with Rafayel's. Tangled together under the covers, you let the steady weight of his body and the soothing rhythm of his breathing pull you into a peaceful slumber.

A/n: If you liked it, please consider leaving a comment (so I don't feel like I'm shouting into the void). Idk when/if I'll do Sylus and Caleb's part of this, but lmk if you want to be tagged for those!

Previous: Zayne

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."

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