Dirk: A Stepbrother Romance(80)
Liam didn’t push for more; instead he let Ginny take the lead. She opened her mouth to invite his tongue in and together their tongues battled for dominance between their mouths. Eventually Liam won out and together they both came up for air, taking in large gulps of oxygen.
“Your lips are as soft as rose petals and just as delicious. I could spend the rest of eternity just tasting your lips.” Liam caressed Ginny’s face and looked deep into her eyes. The moment was so perfect that all Ginny could do was nod her head. She felt utterly alive when Liam kissed her and there was nothing else in the world that mattered to her in that moment other than closing the distance between them once more.
Liam went in for another kiss, long and slow like the first one but this time he moved from her lips to her cheek and slowly made his way to the side of her neck. Ginny could tell what his intentions were and willingly bared her neck to him, inviting him to partake of her blood. No words were needed. There was an unspoken connection between them that didn’t need to be stated. It was insane, lunatic even that Ginny would allow Liam to suck her blood, but she wanted to feel him even closer than when they were kissing. She just knew it was right and that it was what she wanted. Besides Ginny knew instinctively that Liam would never hurt her, though where the extreme trust came from was still unknown, Ginny just felt comfortable with him.
A sharp nick at her skin indicated that Liam had drawn blood. Seconds later the sensation of his presence at her neck was confirmed when a slightly more intense pain of his teeth penetrating deeper in her skin was felt. The feeling of the flow of blood being sucked out of her was like nothing else she had experienced in her life before. It was thrilling and terrifying all at the same time. So many emotions and sensations were flowing through her all at once: pain, pleasure, curiosity, and overwhelming passion.
After a little while the pain subsided and was replaced with an almost licking sensation. Ginny had long before closed her eyes so when the odd sensation of licking happened she opened them to find Liam cleaning up the last dribbles of blood from her neck. His fangs were quickly retracting and he licked his lips in satisfaction.
“Does it still hurt?” Liam stroked the side of her neck, softly running his fingertips over the two puncture wounds. Ginny went to shake her head ‘no’ but decided against it when a small rush of pain accompanied her neck movement. She opted to just use her voice at that point.
“Not really. It’s more shock than pain really.”
“Good, just lay here for a second. I will grab an ice pack so there isn’t any bruising.” Liam sprung up from his seat on the couch and Ginny could hear the sound of his footsteps as he went back to the fridge to grab the ice pack. Within seconds he was back at her side, gingerly placing the compress on her neck.
“I didn’t intend to drink your blood tonight. I’m sorry if I stepped out of line with you. I just felt such a draw to you that I felt compelled to drink from you, even just a little.” Liam was halfway between looking guilty and looking well satiated. Ginny laughed softly.
“If I hadn’t wanted it I would have said something. Besides, it’s not every day that you meet a vampire and they want to drink your blood.” Liam smiled at that, clearly more at ease about the situation.
“I’m glad you felt the desire as much as I did.” Liam reached for Ginny’s hand and kissed the top of it. Man was he a gentleman. Liam peaked underneath the cooling pad and noted that there wasn’t any real bruising so he took it off and set it aside. The feeling of comfortable contentedness flowed over Ginny and she was happy to just sit side by side with Liam. He too seemed to enjoy the mutual satisfaction of their shared company.
“Where are you from originally?” Ginny asked, raising her head slightly from its previous position on Liam’s shoulder.
“England,” Liam responded simply.
“Are you going to give me any more than that? What did you do?” Ginny knew she was pressing slightly but her curiosity was a hard thing to control. Though, in truth, Liam did seem happy to tell her another short story about his past.
“I was a nobleman’s son. One of my grandsons founded the House of York in England. Though, when I was a boy, things weren’t so clear in terms of noblemen and peasants. It was a rather fast progression from chieftains to noblemen. The speed of it made my head spin. As a young boy my days were filled with normal medieval boy learnings and activities. I learned to shoot a bow and arrow, ride a horse, and display proper etiquette for a variety of circumstances. I also learned how to hunt and work my charms on the women. It was a far simpler time.” Liam smiled, looking back fondly on his days as a youth. Ginny couldn’t even imagine trying to remember something that happened two months ago, let alone 700 years ago.
“Your life must be one hell of an interesting story. Have you ever thought of writing it all down?” Ginny asked, her mind spinning with possibilities.
“No one would want to hear my story, nor would they believe it if I did share it.” Liam laughed. It wasn’t something he had ever really thought that hard about. Ginny, however, was already formulating a grand plan for Liam’s life and stories.
“Well I enjoy your stories immensely. Actually, I enjoy you immensely…but I love your stories too.” Ginny stated.
“I too enjoy you … and I am happy to share with you whatever you wish to know.” Liam smiled.