70: Love marked

**Lucien**

“I told you I wasn’t feeling sick. So why did you drag us out from there?” Tristan asked, not at all impressed that I’d stolen her from her moment of reconciliation with her sister. But could I really be blamed when she had that delicious look on her face the moment I returned back to the table? It took every ounce of self-control in me to keep myself from making a rather inappropriately steamy scene in front of everyone at the restaurant.

I turned towards her with a chuckle and then leaned in. Again, that delectable look was etched onto her face with an adorable blush accompanying it. “Because I can’t wait any longer… I’m exhausted from trying to hold onto my self-control.” 

For a moment she stayed silent, and her eyes flickered over my face intensely. Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed my face and placed her warm lips on mine. I froze for a moment before relaxing into her touch and kissing her back, pressing my lips passionately against hers in a way that would make even the devil blush. Goddess, if heaven could be reduced to a taste, it would taste like her lips.

Eventually, however, I felt her beginning to grip at my jacket and although I wanted nothing more than to make her all mine right this instant, I did not want us to share this intimate moment here. So, I gently pushed at her shoulders, halting our kiss. I let out a heavy pant and then a breathless laugh when I saw the look of disappointment on her face.

“Slow it down a little!” I said. “Why don’t we wait until we get home? Then you’ll have me all to yourself.”

She had a reluctant look on her face but after a deep sigh of defeat, she sunk back into her seat and placed her hand under her chin. I let out another laugh at her childishness and then began to drive, not once forgetting the lingering sensation of her lips on mine. As we drove, she began to tap her finger on her leg and stare out the window in order to distract herself. But the closer we got to home the more aggressive her tapping became, to the point where her feet had now also begun to join in on the fun. I was none the better. My mind was filled with all of the things I was about to do to her when we got home and so I decided to distract myself by tapping my fingers against the steering wheel, putting on some music and even biting hard into my lip to get me to remain focussed on the road. By the time we reached the gates back home, the both of us began yanking our seatbelts off hurriedly and once we made it out of the car, we practically ran towards the door. I took out the keys from my pocket and then fidgeted with them hurriedly. But my movements were so aggressive and haphazard that they sent the keys flying from my hands and they landed a few feet away from us. We both chuckled and then Tristan quickly retrieved them and opened the door herself.

I waited for her to enter before following and then I immediately closed the door behind me, grabbed at her and then pinned her up against the door. She looked up at me, startled for a moment, before letting her eagerness take over, breaking free from my grasp and then placing her lips on mine again. I laughed as we kissed, and she did too before attacking my jacket again. I let her shrug it off of me and then I gripped at her shirt and began to remove it from her body. Thereafter I picked her up and then walked us towards my room. But the moment her feet left the floor, her lips were back on mine and admittedly, I stumbled a few times on the way to my room.

Once we reached the bed, I placed her body down gently and then got on top of her, hovering over her. I stared down at her for a moment and took my time admiring her beauty. Her face was flushed, and I could see a flash of nervousness in her eyes which had now turned to their beautiful blue shade. To reassure her, I placed my hand against the side of her cheek and then said softly, “You have nothing to fear Tristan, just trust me.”

“I trust you… now hurry up and mark me.” She said impatiently, before letting her teeth tug at her lower lip. Her eagerness to be mine far outweighed her nervousness, and so I took it as an invitation to lean my face into the crook of her neck. From our close proximity, I could hear how fast her heart was beating and feel how warm her body had become. It was as though every single inch of her practically burned for me. I was none the better and burned equally as desperately for her. My heart was practically itching to break free from my chest and even my hands had become slightly shaky with hungered anticipation.

However, despite my desperation for her, I wanted her to feel as safe as possible and so I placed a gentle kiss against her warm skin. Then I opened my mouth, extended my fangs and bit hard into her flesh. She let out a muffled wince and her body tensed up immediately. I could practically taste her pain and so I reached behind her and let my hands gently stroke her back in hopes of distracting and reassuring her. She squirmed uncomfortably underneath me for quite some time, but eventually, her body slowly began to relax. I waited a moment more before deciding to remove my fangs from her flesh and stop the bleeding with my tongue. She let out a moan and then arched into me. I couldn’t help but let out a low growl in response to her verbalised pleasure. Once the metallic taste of blood was no longer present on my tongue, I removed my mouth from her skin and then moved back slightly so that I could see her face. The moment I did, my desperation to become hers only grew. She looked so consumed by ecstasy and pleasure and I was eager to share that exact same expression. But it seemed Tristan already knew this because she smiled up at me and then uttered out softly, “Your turn.”

**Tristan**

The pleasure from Lucien marking me still lingered in my body as he got off of me and pulled me up and into his lap. I slowly adjusted myself, wrapped my legs around his torso and placed my hands against his chest. I could feel how fast his heart was beating under my fingertips and as I gazed up into his eyes, I felt myself smile again. He was now blushing and flustered which made him look absolutely adorable.

I thought it would be a good idea to see him squirm underneath me for once. So, I pushed hard against his chest so that his back landed against the bed, and I was on top of him, straddling him. He let out a surprised gasp and then said, “It seems I’m at your mercy now. I’m not complaining though.” Then a mischievous smirk appeared on his face, and I felt him rub up against me teasingly.

I let out a laugh before pressing my hips down against his, keeping them in place. He bit his lip and then let out a soft growl before saying, “I’m sure you can feel just how much I want you,” to emphasise this, he snaked a hand around me and then grabbed my ass before pressing me into him. There was no denying what he was saying, Lucien was extremely hard. “I suggest marking me before I completely lose myself and take you before you’ve gotten the chance to make me yours.” I smirked at his threat, and then leaned my face towards his. I stopped just inches away from his lips and watched as his eyes gazed hungrily at mine. He even attempted to close the distance between the both of us, but I pressed down against his chest and then shook my head at him. The shocked look on his face was priceless and he attempted to say something- perhaps he wanted to make another threat- but I stopped him by immediately sinking my teeth into his neck. It wasn’t a hard bite, only one aimed at teasing him.

“You’re despicable…” I heard him say almost breathlessly. I could hear how rapid his breathing had become and I could feel how his body squirmed in anticipation. Slowly I moved back to his lips and this time I let my lips gently graze against his before moving them to his cheek. Then I stuck my tongue out and let it trace against his jaw. Lucien shivered and then moaned a faint, “fuck me…”

Pleased with his reaction, I continued to let my tongue roam the side of his neck until I found the perfect spot to place my mark on. I took a hold of one of his hands immediately and then sunk my teeth into the side of his neck. The rich, metallic taste of blood immediately flooded my mouth, and I tried my best to use my tongue to catch all of it, not wanting to stain Lucien’s sheets with his blood. I expected him to tense up and verbalise his pain the way I had when he’d marked me. But instead of fighting the pain, he seemed to embrace it fully. He let it fold around him as though it were a familiar friend of his. It was then that I realised that although pain had been an old friend of mine, he seemed to be more well-acquainted with it.

“Fuck… this feels so good.” He muttered out before placing his arms around me and bringing me even closer to him. I could feel his heart beating against my chest and the warmth of his body radiating through his shirt. For some reason I blushed. It wasn’t because I was embarrassed or shy, instead, it was because our hearts were beating in the exact same rhythm. Even our breathing had begun to synchronise and each time my chest pressed up against his, his would press up into mine. My grip around his neck began to falter and eventually, blood started to spill from my lips, pulling me out of my daze. I pulled my teeth out of his neck and then sucked at the blood from his wound. Lucien moaned as my tongue flicked against his mark and I could feel his arousal only intensifying beneath my hips. Once I was certain that I’d cleaned up all of the blood and that the wound would no longer bleed, I pulled away from him so that I could look down at his face. He looked exactly how I imagined I did after he’d marked me- drunk on pleasure. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he reached up and touched at my cheek before saying softly, “I never thought that I’d have the luxury of having someone love me. I always thought that I’d be cursed… I’d always love others, but never be loved in return. But then you appeared unexpectedly and somehow broke that curse without even trying. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to realise that I love you.”

I never needed an apology from Lucien, nor did I expect one. We’d done enough to each other for our “I love you’s” to be “I forgive you’s” as well. But the fact that he actually said that he was sorry, and out loud caught me off guard.

“I-I,” I couldn’t figure out what to say to him and so I leaned in and placed my lips against his. Immediately his lips responded against mine slowly and sweetly. Soon, however, our kiss shifted from being tender and gentle to becoming desperate and carnal. He used his teeth to tug at my lower lip and then let his tongue invade my mouth. I could still taste the chocolate from the dessert he’d eaten earlier, lingering on his tongue. Eventually, he tightened his hold on me and then flipped us over so that he was on top of me again. He ran his hands down to my thighs and then spread them apart before lowering himself down.

His lips then left mine and he looked down at me with a face completely overtaken by his raging desire. “I’ve said it with words and even left its mark on your neck. Now it’s time for me to let my body show you how much I love you.”