Valdemar | 8

For clarity; all characters are legal consenting adults ❤️ If you’ve just found this series, start here: Valdemar | 1. This chapter is erotica and contains explicit sexual content.

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My body went into chaos with mixed signals as we walked back into the hotel room. I was equally terrified and excited, and I hoped the anxiety would ebb as soon as he crawled over me in bed.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Valdemar asked. He rubbed my shoulders as he came up behind me. “Still want to try?”

I swallowed and took a deep breath. “Yes. I want to do this.”

His breath ghosted across my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms. “You’re in charge,” he said quietly.

“Fuck,” I sighed as his voice tamed the fear. If he kept doing things like that, I’d be in a puddle before we could get very far.

I walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at it with my heart pounding. I closed my eyes to listen to my body again as the arousal spiked. Still pain-free. Not even a twinge. When I opened them again, Valdemar was on the other side removing his sweater. I realized I’d never seen him unclothed before; when the shirt hit the floor I stared.

He chuckled when he noticed. “I would suggest a calming exercise to settle you in, but it seems you’re distracted enough.”

“Let me,” I said with a smile. I lifted my shirt over my head to reveal my flat chest lined by top surgery scars, and then walked over to where Valdemar had sat on the side of the bed. He went to lean back on his hands, but I gently pushed him and crawled over him.

With my heart in my throat, I kissed him in the way that drove me mad every time. As my hands slipped between us to unbutton his pants, his slid down my body and tucked just past the waist of my bell bottom jeans. I moaned quietly over his lips as I tugged his pants open impatiently, and I became more aggressive as I jerked them down. He shifted his hips to allow me to slide them off with his underwear, and we moved farther onto the bed so I could see all of him.

“Goddamn,” I said lustfully as I watched his chest rise and fall. He was still aroused from the teasing in the elevator, and it was enough to push more of my anxiety to the side. No matter what happened now, I’d never get that beautiful image out of my head.

I moved his hands back to the waist of my jeans as I sat on my knees, and I watched as he toyed with the hemline before unbuttoning them. “How long has it been for you?” I asked.

“Many years,” he said with a smirk that caught me off guard. “But I haven’t forgotten how it works.”

I bit my lip as desire flared in my stomach and between my thighs. I swayed my hips as his hands slipped into my jeans and around the back, and I gasped when he squeezed. “Mmph, where has this Valdemar been the whole time?”

“Waiting until it was relatively safe,” he said more like his usual self. He tugged on my jeans and I slipped out of them with my underwear, and I crawled back over him to devour him.

I sighed with pleasure as his hands caressed my arms, and I bit his lip when they wandered back down my body. It earned a sigh in return, and then another as I moved to his neck. I felt his hips rock once before tensing and becoming still once more.

“How are you feeling, love?” he breathed as I gently bit his neck.

I resurfaced and slipped a hand down to caress him. “Fan-fucking-tastic,” I said lecherously. Even with the fire raging like an inferno, there wasn’t even the slightest hint of discomfort. I grew braver and braver as the teasing continued, but I wasn’t ready yet. There was still that voice in the back of my mind, however small, warning of potential pain. Just a bit longer.

I fell onto my back, and he followed. He hovered over me and trailed kisses down my neck, and I threw my arms above my head as I moaned his name quietly. He kissed down to my chest before pausing. “If you experience any pain, darling, tell me.”

“Yes, I will. Just don’t stop, please,” I begged.

He chuckled before continuing the trail of kisses down my body. I arched my back and moaned as he nipped at my side and gently sucked at the skin. The tickle of his fangs against my flesh made me shiver, and I wondered what it would feel like to be bitten — truly be bitten. The thought inflamed me that much more, but I knew it would be an immediate no if I asked.

It didn’t matter. Where he was headed would be much, much better.

Anxiety poked at my consciousness once more as his lips trailed to my waist, and his hands massaged my thighs. Still no pain. My heart pounded. It was okay. It would be okay. All I had to do was say stop and it would stop—

My eyes rolled back as the most delicious sensation gripped my body tight with pleasure. I moaned loudly into the room as Valdemar’s tongue slipped into my heat, and my legs trembled as it moved in a way that coaxed me too close to the edge too soon.

He paused to kiss my thigh. “How is your body feeling now, darling?” he said with a tone full of lust. “You’re quivering.”

Tears of pleasure and relief fell down my face. “There’s no pain. None.” And there truly wasn’t. It was gone. My misery had finally come to an end, or so it seemed. There was only one way to know for sure if I could feel that beautiful little release again. “I want you inside me.”

The little sound of approval he made before teasing between my legs with his mouth once more made my head spin. Just when I thought I’d tip over the edge, he stopped and crawled back up my body. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. I tensed as I felt him slip just barely inside.

He pulled back and sighed with pleasure. “Alright, love?”

I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed. “Don’t stop, please. I’m okay.” I kissed him again. “I’m really okay.”

“No matter how good it feels,” he said over my lips before pushing in a little more. A shuddering breath left his lips. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

I captured his lips as I dug my nails into his back. He moaned into my mouth as he slowly filled me, and we remained still as my body adjusted.

More tears fell. It was okay. It truly was okay. I felt it in every inch of my body, and the anxiety receded. “I’m okay. Oh, Gods, fuck me, please.”

“Slowly, darling,” he chuckled over my lips.

His hips moved carefully as he grew breathless with impatience, but that eagerness didn’t sway him. The rhythm became torturous as he held on to caution despite the heat between us, and as I begged, he finally gave in more and more. I moaned his name as he moved faster, and I looked into his eyes to find that they were glowing red.

Fuck, that’s hot.

He kissed me hungrily as I moaned into his mouth. A purring growl crept up from the back of his throat, and he pulled back to trail kisses and bites down my jaw to my neck. I cried out shamelessly as my body jerked back with each thrust, and another growl, much louder and more animalistic than the last, came from his chest as he sucked on my throat.

I couldn’t say anything intelligible anymore; I’d become a mumbling mess by the time I felt his fangs press into my skin. He immediately pulled back and sat up on his knees, grabbing my legs and continuing the fast pace. He ran his tongue along my flesh like it was something delicious, and his nails dug into my skin. He’d become a totally different Valdemar from the one I knew; sexually starved and vampiric to his core. And I loved every second.

“Come for me, darling,” he said breathlessly as he slipped his fingers down to coax me to the edge.

It didn’t take long. I arched my back as bliss spread throughout my limbs; pain-free and as beautiful as I remembered. I was sure the occupants on either side of us could hear me then.

Another growl came from Valdemar, but that time, it sounded more like a snarling dog. I couldn’t focus; everything was drawn out since it had been so long, and I was turning into a puddle as I let the euphoria overtake me.

As my mind began to come back down to earth, I heard Valdemar warn of his approaching climax. I looked up at him, and I finally saw it in all its naked truth; the monster was out.

Drool slid down his lip as he growled again, his teeth bared and his eyes glowing with lust. He quickly bit down on his hand until it bled as he filled me, and desire caused me to moan his name again. I hadn’t expected vampirism to be a turn-on, and maybe it wasn’t wise for it to be one, but I was beyond caring. He was my vampire; my loving, attentive, sweetheart Valdemar. The monster didn’t change that.

As he came down, the trembling that had started in his limbs eased, and his eyes slowly lost their sheen. He released his hand as drool and blood went with it, and two puncture marks were in the back. He breathed heavily for a few minutes, just sitting there staring at it.

“I didn’t…” He dropped down over me and gently turned my head to observe my neck. “Please tell me I didn’t…”

“You didn’t,” I said softly. “Just a sucker bruise.”

“That’s still too close,” he said anxiously. “God…” He sat back and stared at his hand again. “I almost… I almost hurt you.”

“But you didn’t,” I said with a smile. I sat up and hugged him tight. “I trust you, and I know you won’t.” ‘Just watch yourself,’ the vampire technician had said in the hospital. Maybe that’s what he’d meant.

“But if…” His voice shook. “What if next time I…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said. “Look at how worked up you got, and you still managed to have control even after years of avoiding partners and sex. Is that why you chose to be alone?”

“Yes,” he said, strained. He wrapped his arms around me but held the bloodied hand away from my skin. “I fell in love with someone once long ago — a human — and I avoided hurting him too. But I left the next morning out of fear.”

“Oh, Valdemar…” My chest grew heavy with sadness. I hoped he wouldn’t leave after everything we’d been through. “You were scared, and it’s understandable why.”

“It’s why vampires don’t form romantic relationships with humans.” He hugged me tight and buried his face in my neck. “But I love you. I love you.”

“And I love you,” I assured him. “And I’m still not afraid.” I pulled back and looked at his hand that was dripping blood. “Does it hurt?”

“No, not now.” He brought it to his mouth to lick it. “But it’ll take a bit to heal.”

“Stay right there.” I slid out of bed, very aware that I needed a shower as soon as possible, and I ran to the bathroom to pee quickly and then rummage through the first aid kit. I went back to the bed with a roll of gauze. “Here, let me take care of it.”

“You don’t have to, love. It’ll heal.”

I took the wrist of his injured hand and lowered it to wrap it. “You’ve spent enough time comforting me and looking after me. Let me do something for you now.”

“We should probably shower first,” he said a little more cheerily.

I stopped. Right. “Then after.” I set the gauze aside and stood again, and gestured for him to follow. “Come with me?”

He smiled and left the bed to take my hand, and we wandered into the bathroom together. He set his glasses on the side of the sink and pulled out the ponytail, and we stepped into a warm spray. I hugged him close after we washed up, and we existed like that for a little bit.

No worries, no uncomfortable memories. Just peace and a recaptured afterglow.