The fans all whoop their approval and off we go, chuckling to ourselves, back to our suite.
I take a moment to relight my candles and I feel better, but I realize I haven't had a nightly feed and mention it to Cole.
"Nightly feed?" he asks, confused.
I look away slightly embarrassed as I say, "I have to feed twice a day now. It keeps me calm."
He crosses to the bar area and pulls out an unassuming bottle from the fridge. "Emergency stash," he says and hands it to me.
"You’re perfect." I smile at him and gulp it down as he glows under my praise.
"Better?" he asks as I hand the bottle back to him to dispose of.
"Much. Thank you." I remember to text Nico and then I put my iPhone on the dock and turn the music on. I have quite an eclectic taste due to my many years on this planet and Cole loves the change from song to song.
"Now, come here, my love. I have missed you in my bed."
"Our bed," I say sternly.
"Yes, our bed," he agrees, wholeheartedly.
He takes me to our bed, slowly and seductively, walking me towards the bedroom with light kisses to my mouth, my chin, my neck. Disrobing me, his hands are all over me.
"God, I missed you, Liv. I can't bear this time apart," he murmurs.
I melt under his touch, under his words.
"I need you," he whispers.
I let him push me back onto the bed as he strips off his clothes. He crawls over me, still dropping little kisses all over me, driving me crazy.
"Take me," I whisper.
He moans in delight as I let him have his way with me. My sire self has calmed a lot since I turned Cole. I no longer feel the urge to dominate and take control of him. In fact, I quite like that he takes over and does everything he can to please me. I wonder if that has something to do with my Dragon Powers. My mother mentioned that the Dragon way is very different to the Vampire way and that I may see changes in my relationships due to my new attitude towards such things. Although, I can't say that I have wanted to be true to one as is supposed to be the way, I have definitely changed regarding how I expect to be treated: like a Queen. Which is, well, what I am.
I’m relaxing under his ministrations as he revels in being able to please me, so it seems it works out for both of us. He rises above me and slowly enters me as I writhe underneath him in rapture. He slowly, enticingly pulses in and out of my pussy, causing the utmost pleasure to shoot through me.
"Oh, yes, baby," I murmur.
He responds by speeding up and pushing me over the edge. He groans as he feels my pussy clenching around him.
"Christ, I love the feel of you," he says as he continues to thrust in and out of me at a steady pace that makes me want to die right there in his arms. "Take over," he whispers.
I don't hesitate, since he asked. Rolling us over, I ride him slowly, causing him incredible pleasure as I don't allow him to set the pace. I slide over his length gently. His cock is rock-hard inside me, desperate for a release. I drag him up by his shoulders, dropping my fangs. I want to taste him. He pulls my head towards his neck, wanting it too. He shoots his load almost as soon as I start suckling and I groan at the rush of his climax through his blood. His hands move up my back, making the tattoo ripple in delight at his touch. It makes me flex my shoulders.
"Whoa!" he says suddenly, gawking at me.
"What?" I ask in concern. "What?"
He puts his hands up above my shoulders and says, "Virtual wings."
"Virtual wings? What?"
"You sprouted wings!" he says in wonder. "Not real ones though, almost as if an extension of your tattoo."
I giggle. "Seems V.A. is happy."
He kisses me and we start all over again.