44. Devouring Dragon

Paul - The house in the suburbs
The sun is high in the sky as I open my eyes. For a moment, I don’t recognize the room, maybe because I’ve never slept here before. But the furniture is way too familiar to not realize where I am in just a few seconds.
My eyes fall on the clock, and I frown. It's ten o'clock. What the hell? Why did I sleep so late?
Laura’s story remained inside my mind, making me dream of princesses and dragons. I would laugh and say that a grown-up man like me shouldn’t dream of fairy tales, but this wasn’t a fairytale at all.
How can a dragon rescue a princess who is willing to die? There's no villain in sight to confront, no wicked minions to punish with fire. How can one rescue someone who refuses to be saved?
As if sensing I’ve woken up, Laura enters the room with coffee. The steamy, strong scent combines with the lilac one that permanently follows her around. I should find out what the meaning of that is.
“Good morning!” Laura places the coffee cup on the nightstand.
“Good morning! Thank you," I say, still on my back with my head on the pillow. It feels too good to get up right away.
"You're welcome." She smiles. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes. Your story did the trick.”
When Laura turns around to leave, I take her wrist and stop her.
“What answer does Aura await from the dragon? What does she really want?”
Laura’s eyes narrow as if she is trying to read my mind. "Death, of course. She’s not so fickle as to change her mind that easily."
“And you? What do you want, Laura?”
The sudden sparkle in her eyes doesn't go unnoticed. She hesitates enough for me to understand that she’s torn apart. Laura came to me with a single goal, which I denied her. Does my presence offer her a reason to live? Why does my heart beat faster, hoping she’d say she wants me?
“Death! That’s what I wanted from the start.” Her voice sounds strained. “That’s what I still want.”
I'm not going to accept this answer. As I tighten my grip on her wrist, I pull her over me on the bed. Her weight feels divine, and her cool body even more so. My tongue is already gliding between her lips, enjoying her like an irresistible essence.
I whisper into her ear, "Say it again." Then I cover her lips once again with mine. This time, it's slower and softer, with cautious licks and kisses to draw her out.
Maybe it does not affect her, but I become intoxicated by the experience. Laura's flavor, her smooth skin against my palms, her fingers in my hair. I press her even more against me, but she pushes into my chest, raising her head to look me in the eyes.
"What do you want me to say, Paul? Would I prefer to have a relationship with you? Yes, I would like that. Do I want to live to be kissed like this every morning? Yes, I would love that. But it’s impossible, even if you somehow change and see me as anything else than a strigoi. There comes a time when your loved ones perish, and you get to live on. My parents died, and soon my sister will die too. Someday, you’ll die as well. I can’t bear any more deaths other than my own. The only thing I truly want is to die."
Her words are as painful as they are true. They make me feel as if I'm the one dying. And yet, I won't let her go. With my head on the pillow, I watch as she wears her emotions on her sleeves. Silently, my lips spread into a grin. She has just blurted out everything that I need to hear.
“What?” Her eyebrows furrow, not understanding the implications of my wide smile.
My wolf picks up on what I'm going to do and growls in agreement. He wants it just as much as I do. Consensus reached, nothing stops me from tearing off her clothes. My yearning nearly drives me insane. This time will be different, unlike that night. I'm going to make her want it more than I do.
My hands glide over her cold skin. I kiss her, enjoying the way her nipples swell against my palms. I know this may be wrong, but I can't stop myself. I don't want to stop.
Twirling around, I’m on top now. We end up on the other side of the bed, our bodies entwined as one. From her mouth, I go to her neck. My mouth doesn’t linger there for long since I must control my impulses to bite her, and that’s the most appropriate spot.
After taking my time to enjoy her delicate collarbone, I find two perfect mounds with rosy pointed peaks. Each of them has my complete attention till I find it impossible not to bite. Again.
Laura sucks her lower lip into her mouth. I love it so much that my member twitches. Down, boy! It's not your time yet. Her breath huffs in shallow panting. I take in her beauty as I go down and settle my head between her thighs.
My tongue moves in slow circles, tasting her flesh, making her tremble beneath my breath. I rub her clit, dragging my fingertips over her tender folds while I suck her nub.
She squirms at my every move. The delight reaches new peaks for both her and me. It takes a while, during which I relish the moment, trying to make her feel better than ever before. She arches her back and lets out a loud moan. Then a shiver trembles through her legs, down to her toes.
With my hands still on her hips, I lift up to meet her gaze. I don't have to ask if she likes what I'm doing. I enjoy the view, her eyes half-opened as she lies there all ravaged and beautiful. It’s a stunning scenery, one that I know I will never forget.
“Now I ask you again. What do you want, Laura?” I lower back down on my elbows. “Until he’ll receive an answer from the heart, this wolf will continue to devour his prey.”
A moan follows immediately as my tongue touches her sensitive spot once more. I smirk and fully commit to the task at hand.