Cassandra bit him and barely noticed how Sylas tore the rest of their clothes off. His blood filled her senses, and she felt her body thrum with brimming pleasure. Fuck, he tastes so good. She lifted her fangs free of his neck, but kept her lips sealed around the bite wound so she could lap and suck at his neck. Sylas smiled around his fangs, euphoria signing through his veins, and his kneaded on her ass. He slid her up his lap to trap his hard cock against her tresses. He let his hands learn her every dip and curve, and enjoyed every little tremor of excitement at his touch. She became even more of a feast for his eyes, as she released his neck and threw her head back with elation. She’s magnificent. Her breasts subtly rose and fell, her nipples were hard and in need of his lips and hands to worship them. She even canted her hips absently to feel more of him. Taunting Sylas even more with the need to fuck his bride. His wound had healed over, but Cassandra’s hunger had swung from the desire for blood, to another carnal urge. That urge filled her crimson eyes, mirroring his, as she lolled her head back forward to stare at her lover. She slowly licked the bloody smear from her lips, and then her fangs, before Sylas couldn’t hold back a moment longer. 

“My turn.” 

In a blur, he took hold of her shoulders and threw her down to the sofa with a bounce. She felt the sting of his fangs in her throat before her world came back into focus. She cried out with delight and pawed her hands around his waist to hold onto his back. She held him close as he gorged on her blood. There was pain, but it was insignificant to the pleasure bombarding her. Cassandra caged him with her arms and legs, trying to get him into position as he drank from her neck. One of her hands found it’s way into his raven hair and she held him to her neck. It was only once he removed his fangs from her that he reached down to aim his cock true. He licked heavily at her healing bite mark, made a warm, wet, bloody trail of kisses up to her mouth, and then thrust forward to go balls deep into his sexy bride. His right foot planted firmly on the floor, his other knee was bent and braced on the couch, and his left hand reached above her head to take firm hold of the arm of the sofa. 

“Oh-fuck.” Cassandra was breathless as her sire used this position to roll his hips with each thrust, and fuck her senseless. Her right hand slid free from his hair to claw down his back, and her left hand held onto his right bicep. Both to keep him close, and also to anchor her to reality. Her feet were in the air and her mind was on another plane. “Ooooooo.” Drinking his blood had whipped her into a frenzy. As they writhed together, their pale bodies slapping together, their pants slipping through bared fangs, and the shared taste of blood and desire on their tongues, it was difficult to know where the sire ended and the spawn began. They were one, carnal and a torrent of pleasure. Cassandra heard Sylas in her mind, telling her all sorts of erotic truths about how she made him feel. The way her body called out for her sire to satisfy her. The teasing scrape of her hard nipples against his chest. Her ambrosia-like blood seeping ecstasy through his veins. Her whole body squeezing and demanding more and more of his pleasure. Every filthy, sweet secret he rumbled into her mind with his made her feel beautiful. Sexy. Powerful. Cherished. His. “I-fuck-don’t stop.” Cassandra broke the skin on his back and his bicep with her nails, she gripped him so tightly as she came. If she had needed to breathe, she would have felt dizzy for how long she held her breath to hold onto the overwhelmingly delicious high singing through her body. Sylas watched her come apart, and was filled with pride at how completely she melted beneath him. He fucked her through the other side of her climax and shuddered as he joined her in bliss. He pressed himself flush to her, balls slapping one last time against her as they lifted. His eyes rolled back and he pressed an open mouth kiss to her lips lazily, panting as he came. His senses were flooded with sweet ecstasy, found deep within the body of his bride, and he slid his hand down from the arm of the sofa to cup her cheek. He fluttered his eyes open with a satisfied grin, and basked in the afterglow of pleasure. Cassandra was smiling, her fangs retracted, and her body was a happy puddle of goo in his arms. “Wow.” She giggled, and his ego swelled with pride. “I think I now understand what the phrase ‘all shagged out’ means.” 

“Have I fucked you into exhaustion?” He smirked and peppered kisses to her healed-over bite mark. 

“Yup.” She chuckled, and he licked a smear of her blood he’d clearly missed during their tryst. “Will it always be like that?” 

“Will what always be like what?” He braced his forearms against the couch and smiled at her. 

“The sex.” Cassandra rolled her eyes and playfully tangled her hands in his long, raven curtains. “Will it always be so amazing?”

“I aim to please.” She shook her head at his boast. “I intend to learn all the ways to delight you, Cassandra. We have eternity to become the champions of each other’s desire. In and out of the bedroom.” 

“Or the couch.” She chewed her lips with amusement. “Or up a wall.” 

“Or the many, many other places we will make love.” Sylas wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she raised a cheeky brow at him. 

“Make love? I’m pretty sure we’re two for two for fucking, Sylas.” 

“Oh?” He leaned down and his eyes were as intense as his voice was soft as he spoke to her. “Would my bride like me to make love to her, gently and sweetly next time?” Cassandra brushed, a very obvious reaction with how pale she now was, and bashfully averted her gaze. 

“I mean, I’m not complaining or anything. I was just pointing it out. The-erm-difference, that is. I-fuck.” She flustered, embarrassed, and Sylas used his nose to nudge hers, regaining her attention. 

“Cassandra?” If she didn’t know the difference, she would have thought Sylas was putting her into a trance, with the intensity of his stare and the passion in his tone. “I would be delighted to make love to you, my moon-kissed goddess, and worship you from head to toe.” He kissed her with a slow, purposeful press of his lips to hers, and released her with adoration in his eyes. “I want you in every way. Hard and fast, and slow and gentle.”

“Well?” She stroked his cheeks on the way to tangling her fingers in his hair again. Her smile had a cheeky curl to the corners, but she was mostly coy beneath him. “I look forward to seeing what your romantic-rom-com vampire-butt comes up with on that front. But for now?” She pulled him down into a tender kiss, and he would have happily basked in this moment for eternity. “I really am getting tired.” She even yawned, and Sylas turned his head to look for the nearest clock. 

“Ah, yes it is getting early.” He nodded. “Newly spawned vampires tend to be more sensitive to the approach of dawn. Especially when they’ve been very ‘active’.” He was clearly referring to her hunting and their vigorous sex, which made her blush. “Come on.” Sylas carefully swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. 

“I’m getting really sleepy.” She mumbled, grumpy that they wouldn’t get to snuggle and watch that rom-com after all. 

“I know.” He cooed and asked for permission to help her freshen up. Of course, Cassandra agreed, genuinely concerned she would pass out soon, and was half asleep by the time he carried her in a fluffy towel to their light tight bedroom. “Would you like me to help you put on some pyjamas?”

“…nnnnope. Sleepy time.” Her eyes were shut as she wriggled closer to Sylas in their soft, plush bed. She ended up smooshing her cheek to his chest and throwing an arm and a leg over him. With the biggest smile on his face, Sylas threw a blanket over them both and watched his precious bride as she finally surrendered to sleep. Once unconscious the habit of breathing completely stopped, and she was still as a corpse. He tucked stray wisps of her frizzy blonde hair behind her ears, and mouthed ‘thank you’ at her, before he settled down to sleep as well. 

If only his worst nightmare didn’t replay behind his eyes when he did. 

“Hello pet. Haven’t you been a naughty boy?”