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Ana was invited out for dinner.
By Adam.
After the whole events of the Abigail thing.. it truly seemed like both their worlds had ended. It was truly maddening. Their peace stolen and anxiety heightening. They only had each other.
After Adam's transformation, it seemed as though Joey's plan to exchange their lives had worked — somehow.
Being a vampire had its perks, one being hearing. This goes as detailed to hearing Joey's own heartbeat.
At the beginning they were slightly fast. Out of fear obviously. and then just when Adam thought she got comfortable her heart picked up pace once more.
Adam thought Ana was simply scared of her, so in return he decided he would let her feel more comfortable. One way being taking her out on dinner.
It was a fancy one too.
Ana wore a shimmery grey strapless dress. It was short to her thighs, She didn't have many but the ones she did have were old gifts.
She was lucky it still fit— barely. She curled her hair and put on a few rings and bangles, a matching necklace and earing set. All silver - long, thin dangling pieces of silver against her dark hair. She grabbed a clutch too.
Candies, phone, a small perfume roller, and sanitizer.
She felt a sudden hand on her shoulder, and her heart raced. Jumping at the touch; she quickly spun around to meet Frank's eyes.
His brows furrowed, her heart pounding loudly echoing through his head, a soft groan.
"Calm down, it's just me," He mumbled, contemplating that because it was him, she was getting all scared.
Fuck.
"I'm calm." She frowned, her face maintaining it's relaxed just slightly bothered face even though her heart was screaming everything but relaxed.
Frank's eyes ran through Joey's figure. He had never seen Ana wear anything so fancy like this. He almost let himself get distracted, his hand gliding off her shoulder. Her heart picking up the beat.
He frowned once more. Will she ever stop being so jumpy with him?
"Are you ready or not?" He gruffed.
Ana hesitated. "N-Yes." She held back a sarcastic remark.
"Let's go." He turned by his heels and Ana took the moment to study the man before him.
He wore quite the nice button up shirt, not completley white — slightly lenient to a champagne colour but still somewhat white-ish. On top was a grey vest. Almost as if the two were matching, and with dark grey - almost black - pants. And polished leather shoes. A silver ring adorned on his middle finger and another silver watch on the other arm. That stupid silver chain also adorned on his neck and a matching stud earing. You could almost say he was just as decorated as Ana was. A black leather trench coat hooked over his arm.
She quickly followed after, her black heels, making her stumble slightly.
She swore someone recommending the shoes because they were 'easy' to walk in.
Her heart calmed on the ride and when he opened the door for her? It once more picked up. Just slightly. She quickly let go and waited for him to lead in front so she could follow after.
She was so precarious, she didn't even want to be put in a 'vulnerable' position. Does she still think he would go and eat her whole or something!? He was getting frustrated by each heart beat whenever it fastened.
He eyed the waitress. She was a young adult with blond hair tied into a neat bun, red square like glasses and a blazer with a black skirt up to her shin. She seemed very professional as it was a fancy restaurant.
"I have a table booked under Adam Barrett." He muttered when the waitress looked through the reserved list.
Her blank pen dragged through the paper before tapping the paper with his name.
"Ah, I see it. Right this way sir, ma'am." She nodded to the two and quickly walked ahead.
Ana once more followed after Adam as he followed the waitress.
The three went up a few stairs off to the balcony, a private room reserved with a beautiful view of the city.
Once more Adam could hear Ana's heart beat pick the pace. Did she think he was going to kill her in the fucking private room?
"Just order through the tablet, it will be served soon as possible" She nodded, before quickly exiting the room..
Joey's eyes lingered around the room, she was surprised, embracing the beauty of the room and the view. She took a few steps around, her hand grazing the gold rim of a velvet plush chairs. Frank was quick to trail her and when she was about to take the chair out from under the table, Adam placed his hand on top of her's.
Her hand was quick to slither out, retreating from his slightly cool hands.
She looked up, moving to make space as Adam drew the chair out.
"Here." He hummed, as Ana hesitantly sat on the chair before pushing the chair in. He went around to also pull a chair for himself.
Ana picked up the tablet, looking over the food.
"Wow.." She scoffed. "What even is the occasion?" She queried, her heart steady, only the slightest bit fast paced.
"Well." He murmured off, collecting the other tablet too. His eyes running through the list before peeking up above the tablet.
His eyes traced her fingers, those fucking delicate fingers, holding the tablet as if it would break if more pressure was on it.
"Anything caught your eye?" He hummed, knowing she caught his.
She sheepishly smiled. "They're all so expensive.." She mumbled, her skin glowing in the warm light.
His eyes simply got distracted. How can someone be so pretty?
He quickly shook his head. "Ignore the prices. Just take whatever." He muttered.
She looked up, meeting his eyes. Her brows knitting with concern. If she was always so scared of him, wouldn't she do anything to spite him?
"I don't know.." She awkwardly laughed, her heart slightly racing once more.
"Sorry." He gruffed as a response to her heart.
"Pardon?" She blinked.
"No, I don't mean to rush you." He mumbled.
She cleared her throat. "I'm not used to such expensive places.. You know that yourself." She huffed.
He shrugged. "It's good to treat yourself every then and there." He nodded. His eyes lingered off, to distract himself from her.
His eyes traced the print of the ceiling and the glowing chandelier above them. His earing glistening against light.
"I'll just get something basic." She mutters, looking for the cheapest option.... "Jeez, steak for 85 dollars.." She scoffed.
His eyes slightly lit up. "You want the steak?"
"Oh- i'll get something else. It's really.. er." She awkwardly laughs but he cuts her off.
"I'll get the steak too."
"Adam, I'm really not that hungry anyway!" She started but he cut her off once more, ordering 2 steaks.
"I ordered for us." He smirked, looking at Ana's shocked look before it resulted to defeat.
"Whatever.. your money, isn't it?" She muttered, turning the tablet off. His smirk remained.
Ana took the time she had when waiting for the food to come to spend on her phone. Adam continued looking through the menu.
"Did you want a drink?"
She hummed in response, carrying no answer.
"Ana," He repeated and she looked up. Those dark eyes looking up from her phone. His heart almost dropped, and as if in sync he could hear her's, loud once more.
"Yes?" She responded.
"Did you er- want a drink?" He asked.
She only scoffed, her eyes catching on the blank-screened tablet not returning to his eyes this time. She felt her cheeks warm, she couldn't even bare to look at him.
"No, of course not.. We can just buy something from a vending machine near by.."
"Well were not by a vending machine, are we? Will you take wine?"
She blinked, "You know I don't drink."
"I know." He mumbled, he was about to pester her to actually have some wine but he stopped himself. He wanted Ana to be comfortable with him and not scared 24/7. She wouldn't trust him if he was trying to make her do something she didn't want.
"At least a mocktail." He sighs.
She smiled, shaking her head. "I'm fine. Steak is more than enough."
"No, you can't eat without a drink, not at a restaurant at least."
She gave him a sheepish look. "I don't know."
"You never fuckin know." He grumbles, looking through the mocktail section of the tablet.
She frowned.
"You like mangoes. I'll get you the malango mocktail."
Once more her heart he could hear run at a fast pace.
"You know I like mangoes?"
Crap, now she's thinking you're a fuckin' stalker, great going Adam Barrett. He cursed himself.
"I noticed you always come home with mango flavoured stuff so.." Her heart was getting louder, fuck she wasn't even looking at him.
You're a major stalker, Adam. Good fucking Job, just had to say something creepy, didn't you?
"I didn't think you noticed." She mumbled, fidgeting with a bracelet.
He took a long blink, wishing to rewind time and change every word he just fucking muttered. Fuck, this is going all south.
Ana watched as the server loaded the table with the food, his voice was firm as he stated each item of food.
The stake was how she liked it — well.
She was quick to play with her utensils, cutting the stake, her hands moving delicately around the meat, the knife cutting through then pushing the meat to the fork.
She brought the fork, between her lips, her teeth gliding the meat off, slow chews as she took in the taste.
Adam would be lying if he said he wasn't starstruck by her. He cleared his throat quickly as he focused on his steak — medium rare.
He hummed in response to the explosions of taste. "Wow." He mumbled, not being able to figure if him being a vampire was exposing him to the flavours more.
"It's good." She hummed, cutting up more of the stake before leaving the utensils on the plate to take a sip of the drink.
Explosions ran through her tongue, a fruity bomb with mango empowering, slightly right after being passionfruit and even pineapple. It was quite insane, and she couldn't help herself to take a long sip.
Her eyes sparkled at each suck, Adam watching carefully, before he took a sip of his fine whiskey, a harsh ah. leaving his mouth, blinking through the strength of the drink.
"It is." He finally answered, mouthing the word wow. "That's really strong." He huffed.
Ana couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly grateful for what Adam was doing. Gosh, when was the last time she went out, looking all fancy, eating so fancy with a man so fancy? This was healing her soul.
She was well in fact quite hungry, her new found hunger exposed to her only once she started eating.
"Take a sip." She nodded, handing Frank her drink.
He took it hesitantly, his lips planting right where there was her lipstick stain.
Her heart rushed, taking the cup back and replanting her lipstick stain on the same spot. The exchange feeling more than just intimate, a bond of their lips, indirectly, the taste of each other.
Ana couldn't help but feel her face burn, trying to focus on her food. Her eyes constantly jumped to his hands. His slightly rough hands holding the utensils with such manner, the ring and watch on his hands shining delicately. Matching with the silverware.
She looked up. Caught.
His eyes were focused on her through stares.
Her heart set aflame, as she looked down not knowing Adam's heart was also doing just that as well. Only one of the two was aware of both of their heart's race to which ran the fastest.
It gave Adam the 'wrong' idea. He brushed it off. Perhaps she was feeling vulnerable once more. And he got irritated at that.
Fucking Hell, Ana. Can't you see how hard I'm fucking trying?
I know I'm a bloody monster, but can't you see my soul is still human? Why are you so quick to fear me?
He groaned quietly to himself, which then Ana queried about.
"You okay?" That same look when she asked the exact same question back at the mansion. A slight smirk with her brows cocked.
"I feel fucking great." He muttered, taking once more a sip of his whiskey.
The meal was quickly coming to an end, their stomachs satisfied.
"Did you want dessert?" He cocked a brow, looking down at their meals.
"Oh no.. I'm too full.' She awkwardly laughed, her hand against her stomach, pushing the chair back with her legs as she got up.
Adam also got up, his hand reaching for his back pocket. The restaurant was well advanced, the use of technology quite the relevant.
He slipped his card out, paying for the food against the machine.
That stupid hand.
Ana studied him, her eyes tracing up his arm, to his shoulder, his clawable neck, his face, and his eyes. Eyes which she only wanted on her, no one else.
Meanwhile Adam cursed himself for the complete 'flop' of the dinner. Joey was once more getting on edge with him, her heart was like a mockful taunt against his head.
"Ana." He huffed, her eyes blinked as a response.
Her heart was loud more.
"Thank you, Adam." She spoke up. And his brows slightly perked up. She's just being nice.
He scoffed in response "Figured it was the last I could fuckin do when you let me stay over" He shoved his hands in the small pockets of his pants.
She shook her head, stepping to him.
Now his heart was racing, not for the same reasons as hers though, at least that's what he thought.
"Still," she trailed off.
He hesitated, but he also took a step to her close, fuck, that whiskey was strong.
He was usually able to maintain his alcohol levels, but something about this fancy restaurant had him speaking out on instinct. He was able to control everything but his damned mouth.
One more step so there was only a forearm length of distance. That classic frown as if a question was messing with his head. His ears clouded with her the sound of her heart, hell even all her major pulse points — so fast, so loud.
"Ana..." He started, his bottom lip quivering for a moment. "How can I.. What can I do." He whispered.
She hesitated in spot, her eyes slightly widening when he got even closer, his neck slightly craning to look down at her. Sharp eyes looking down at her dark doe ones, the golden light reflecting in those empty eyes.
"Sorry?" She finally blurted, but she couldn't ignore the fact that Adam was so close, too close. Her heart pounding in both their ears. Her hands moving to protectively hold her arms.
That almost triggered him. Why the fuck are you closing off from me. His mind snapped, grabbing her arm and unleashing her closed pose, pulling her close.
"Adam. What's wrong with-" She frowned, but he spoke too quickly before she could add another word.
"How fucking long are you going to stay scared of me?" He snapped, but fuck were those eyes so hypnotic. Confusion and shock lacing over them, oh and her damned heart beat, and her fucking damned pulse.
"Scared?" She mumbled.
"Ana, I'm tired." He groaned, slightly shaking. Her shaky breath was driving him to the edge. Maintain your fucking self Adam, you're just gonna scare her more.
But fuck, his mind was drunk, and words left unfiltered. But sill, he was very much willing to grasp at her like this, drunk or not.
"I'm so fucking tired of doing everything for you but your still so.. that.. your.. Fuck! Why are you always so on edge with me?" He spluttered.
Adam fucking Barrett just maintain your fucking self!
She left some silence, filled with, what she thought only she could hear, her thumping heart.
"When have I ever showed fear to you, Adam?" She finally responded.
He groaned, letting go off her to push his hair back, his fingers grasping at his blond locks.
"Don't act fucking stupid. I can.. hear- feel! Your fucking heart, ready to jump out every time I get close. Always on fucking fight or flight mode. Do you think I'm going to rip your guts out one day and feast on you? I'm not a fucking monster, Ana!" He yelled.
Her cheeks went hot, Fuck Ana. Calm down. She cursed to herself. trying to maintain her breathing to maintain her heart. He could hear that!?
She only smirked in response.
He pinched his nose bridge "Do you think this is some joke!? I've been so fucking careful with you but every time I get too close your heart goes pounding off!" He groaned, letting his hair go harshly, his hands hesitating to grab her arms once more, levitating around her.
"How can I be scared of you?" She finally responded, a small smile exchanged to him, and just then he didn't realize how his racing heart blended with hers, only realizing once that smile calmed his heart down, leaving her heart alone to race.
"Adam." She spoke up once more, holding back a laugh. "Do you think if someone's heart races, it's only out of fear?" She blinked.
"What the fuck else?" He snapped, his lips curled, trying to calm himself down. But fuckk, the way she said his name. At this point everything she did had him weak.
She hesitated, before taking one hand of his and placing it against her bust, right over her heart.
His face set aflame, when he realized what she was about to do, about to protest. "Ana-"
He could practically feel her heart. These fucking vampire powers. He felt it travel through his arm, as if linking the two's hearts. His breath shook, his eyes constantly jumping from the hand on her bust back to her eyes. He was about to take his hand away, this felt too intimate. Why the fuck was she doing this? She wouldn't want this-
"Do you think.. someone's heart racing like this, is out of fear?" She sneered at him, holding back a laugh.
His chest heaved, his face was like a burning mess, he didn't even think being a vampire he could still fucking blush.
"What are you saying-" He spoke quickly, because there was no way she was implying the same things he felt.
"What do you think?" She hummed. His eyes went onto full concentration, her heart almost steadying when frozen in time. His other hand instinctively went to her waist, pulling her in.
He wanted to feel that heartbeat against him, driven to his own heart. He pulled his remaining hand off her bust, to her her back. His head craning against her neck, the major pulse just under her jaw loud against his ear as his chest pushed against her bust, her heart pounding to him.
"Adam-"
But he ignored her, he just wanted to listen, all the doubt he had, recalling all the times her heart raced when he neared. Her heart calling for him, not pushing him away.
Some fuckass detective you are. Was all that ran through his mind, her body alive and so energized. Their closed space further closed when his pants tightened, pressing himself further against her.
Fuck.
He was getting off on this. He didn't want to let go, his shaking breath against her shoulder, and he could hear her breath, a hitched gasp with his tightening pushed against her.
Her hands found a way to the back of his head, her fingers embracing his hair, pressing his lips against her neck, forcing a groan from his.
He didn't realise how much he had craved this, the hand on her back further pressing her against his chest, his other hand travelling from her waist to her thighs, pushing it to the outer of his leg.
He wanted to feel all pulsing points. Pushing his hard against the layers of fabric, between her legs...
Fuck!
She gasped, and another groan escaped him, stifling any other noise with being against her neck. He could feel the pulsing...
"Adam.." She whispered. "We already.. paid.. they'll be expecting our leave.." She whispered, full of hot, lewd, breath.
His hands trembled before forcing himself off her, looking away. His face burned red, so much that it was visible to Ana's eyes. He hadn't figured her blush was much more red now too.
"Sorry." He whispered. "Fuck- I'm sorry" He blurted, quickly grabbing her purse from the table and taking her hand, placing it in her grasp before quickly stumbling out the room.
The two awkwardly walked down the stairs, glancing at the waitress.
"Ah, I see you both are finished.. Let me just check if everything is finalized." She nodded when they arrived to the mini podium for the waitress, checking the transactions.
Their hearts somewhat calmed, still relevantly loud, just wanting for the waiter to hurry up.
Ana glanced up to the window, it was a black night. A few of the lamp posts not turning on, the only light coming from the corner street lights or the restaurant's lights.
"Alrighty! Thank you for visiting, Sir, Ma'am. I dearly hope you both come back."
"Thank you." Ana murmured. The door swinging open, a hash cold breeze running through.
Ana was quick to trembled, goosebumps over her body as Adam froze, glancing at her. He was quick to slide off his leather trench coat, slipping it over her shoulders, keeping her bundled.
"You'll be cold too." She spoke up, but he interrupted her, his arms holding the coat on her, holding her arms once more.
"My heart has set aflame and is warming me just because of you, the last thing I am is cold." He mumbled.
"You on the other hand, wearing that tiny fucking thing, will get sick."
"My, I thought you turned into a poet for a moment." She laughed to herself, not hiding the blush that crossed her face, the smell of whiskey and cologne pungent to his coat.
Her heart; he grew accustomed, but it was never any less of a fucking turn on. New found fucking kink.
The two stayed in the cold night for a moment, the warmth of his coat warming her.
"I suppose I'm still a little cold." She whispered, looking up at him with black doe eyes.
"Yeah?" He mumbled, admiring her look, her eye shadow shimmering so slightly.
She nudged foreword and his hand came to her jaw, cupping her face, before kissing her.
Their lips connecting as Ana focused on his top lip, Adam suckling on her bottom lip. An innocent kiss shared, one suck after another.
A cold fog came from their breaths once breaking the kiss. Ana quickly slipped her arms through the sleeves of the coat, rather than being bundled like some burrito. He took her arm and quickly pace through the car park.
"Hope your warmed enough." She laughed, as the two found their car.
"Sit." He mumbled, as he rushed to the driver seat, blasting the heater. Warmth drove to them as the windows began to fog up.
He started up the car, fuck. He was letting himself get too excited, just drive, Adam.
His finger tapped the rip of the wheel, as the two drove out of the main area, parking near some alleyway.
"Frank?" She hummed, only the center roof light from the back lit up, causing a dark golden atmosphere.
It was night, the area was as dark as can be, Adam's sharp eyes made no struggle through the lack of light, and the light sufficed for Ana.
The windows stayed foggy, as he barged out the front and entered through Ana's seat, and the minute the door opened he could hear her heart race, like fucking crazy.
His knee pressed against the seat, sitting over Ana, the tightening of his pants more than obvious.
He practically ripped the trench coat off her, not embracing any coldness off the car.
His eyes darted all over her body, leaning foreword so his chest was against hers, his arm reaching to the seat to the back-rest-adjusting-lever. Their faces barley brushing against each other.
"May I?" He whispered, all he needed was a nod.
She was frozen underneath him. He would have taken the pulse from between her own two legs as a fucking yes, but he needed that nod.
She smiled, a small one, but fuck it wasn't a nod. Ana, please. He thought to himself, she was too tempting.
Her hand reached down to where his were, pulling the lever down for him. Her head slightly rocking back when her back fell — and fuck was that sexy. Could he take that as a fucking yes? She grasped his collar, pulling him down, unbalancing him as she kissed him.
Between breaths, she spoke
"You may."
Fuck. It was unbearable on how fucking hard he was, more than enough of a yes he needed. He ravaged down her mouth, his tongue not stopping to shove in and through, invading her mouth. Slow gasps escaping her as she tugged on his shirt. He helped her take it off, sliding it off his arms, her threw it to the driver seat as he slid his shoes off, leaving it on the car floor, as he further climber over her. Taking her heels off and throwing it to the back seat.
The seat was all the way down, sitting up as he fixed at his buckle, tugging it off and also leaving it on the backseat.
He groaned to himself, the gel of his hair no longer working as pieces of his hair came to the front as he un-zipped the pants. And was the fucking sexy for Ana.
Between her legs, dripping wet as she bit her lips by just hearing his pants slide down. His slightly colder hand touching her legs as he pulled the dress off.
"You're fucking bold.." He whispered, her chest bare — no bra. She couldn't bother to explain the dress had in built bra, she'd rather want him thinking she was all fucking ready for him. He pulled the dress further down, her bare, skin. In the flesh - literally.
He was quickly to look down, raising one leg of her's to her waist. Ana tried to close off, a sudden wave of embarrassment.
"Don't quit on me now.." He whispered against her ear as his fingers glided her inner thigh before tucking his fingers through her lips, massaging her even though she was already wet enough.
All the noises that left her, the pulse strong against his hand, a soft groan escaped from him, he was going to feel her all fucking up, trying to lubricate his fingers with her wetness alone.
"Look at you.." He whispered, and Ana finally forced a whine out.
"Adam..!"
"So fucking wet.." He groaned, retreating his hands from the warmth to show her, his fingers flexing. A string of her between his two fingers.
"I can fucking feel you.." He grunted, putting his fingers once more between her flaps and running his fingers around.
"Haven't even inserted my fingers and you feel like you're going to cum for me already." He whispered. He didn't hold back with his words. She continued to squirm under.
"Yeah.. I'll fucking cum." She groaned. "Just by looking at you like this.." She moaned harshly, her breath sharp as her shoulder rolled back, her eyes kept closing through the pleasure even though she wanted to keep looking at him.
"What dirty talk.." He muttered, a slow push with one finger, his finger lubricated with only her.
She gasped, cursing to herself.
"Fuck- baby.. you're so tight." He mumbled, shoving his middle finger through already.
A slight noise escape her lips, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him against her, gently gnawing at his shoulder.
"Tell me if it's too much" He whispered, his words vibrating through hers as he already pumped slowly, stretching her out, the pulse insane against his hand.
"Your fingers being too much?" She scoffed before a sharp groan escaped her lips, a high pitched moan quickly after when he pumped his fingers in her while also flexing his fingers ore frequently. She scraped her teeth against his shoulder, not as much though, the pain easing away, and only pleasure plaguing her mind.
"Fuck.. when was the last time you helped yourself." He groaned, further circling her hole.
She softly moaned, "Wouldn't you like to know."
"So quick to get wet.. so slow to stretch." He smirked, before he released his fingers, forcing a soft moan from Ana once more. Her heart was pounding like crazy, her chest heaving frantically.
"Shut up.." She whispered, staring at the his eyes. He slowly sat up, out of Ana's view, and she craned her neck up before she prompted her elbows under to look up.
He was taking his damned time.
"Adam?" She murmured, but he just stared at her while she was left empty, her body aching for bigger, for him. Fuck, just the way his eyes gleamed by the look of her made her want to cum then and there, just him and his insulting words. There was no denying he was hard, why did he just stop?
".. come on.." She huffed, properly sitting up.
"What?" He smirked, just listening to the major pulses but mainly her heart. She was frantic.
She took his clean hand, trying to pull him back down, but he resisted.
"Stop playing around.." She frowned, taking his hand and forcefully bringing him down, to bring him to her.
"Playing around?" He whispered, his knee prompting between her legs, grinding his knee against her, forcing a sharp moan out of her.
"Adam--!" She gasped, her hole still aching to be filled.
"What, Ana? I can't fucking hear you.."
"Please.." She whined, her arm over her eyes as her lips quivered.
He chuckled, moving his knee away as he positioned her by moving her legs up further, holding them up, before slamming his cock through her clit, rubbing against her.
Ana shivered, her heart racing like crazy, a sudden, nervous, panic, feeling rushing to her.
"You want this?" He whispered, grasping her nape, tucking his hand under and pulling her slightly close.
"You fucking slut." He groaned, just the same way he called her a fucking junkie, he rubbed himself against her.
Ana only moaned in response, her hands extending to his biceps, needing to hold something.
Just the feeling of him aligning against her made her lose her mind.
..
A sharp gasp escaped Ana, an excruciatingly loud moan, a sudden clawed scratch to Adam's bicep, bright red streaks over his arms.
He couldn't care less, finally shoved himself in, and the pleasure drove straight to his mind, his thoughts clouded, eyes half lidded as he further leaned foreword, pushing Ana's leg's even further back, he pushed further in.
She just pulsed like crazy, all around him. Fuck, it was so insanely euphoric. Her pulse was so strong.
He pushed his torso further against her's, craning his head down, her hands constantly reaching to scratch him. He shoved her hands down, by each side of her, looking down at with just lust and admiration, he wanted to see her fucking face contort to all faces, he wanted to be the only fucking one to see her like this, feel her like this, and give her the best fuck she's ever had.
He groaned, a sudden rage of pumps crashing into her, her hole immediately weak and aching, stretched so much more.
Each slam, a sharp slap, the empty and quiet car filled with Ana's moans and gasps and his grunts and groans along with excessive slapping sounds.
"Oh, fuck..' He pants, his pace fastening, his fangs slightly drawn out. Shit, he was losing his control. His movements became rapid and out of pace, Ana's gasps driving his power to continue.
"Auh~! A-Adamm..ah~!" Was all that she could form, her words turning to slush, her eyes rolling back and brows knitting upwards, gritting her teeth before slightly opening to gasp when another phase of pleasure runs through her.
"Yeah..? Yeah..? You like this? jgh." He grunted, each slam he'd just repeat, "Yeah?"
Ana made a weak nod, her head rocking back, her body fucked to it's maximum and unable to vent it through scratches or hair pulling, her arms squirming under his grasp.
She constantly blinked at him, thoughts running through her mind — but fuck was he sexy, hair all messed and a full blown vampire.
A full blown vampire was fucking her.
Her back arched, raising from the seats, her heart pounding loud, a crazy pace as her pulse was unable to go any faster against his dick.
"How you gonna let me get in your pants like this, huh?" He grits, blinded as all he knew was to thrust.
"How you gonna let me fucking insult you like this, and fuck you like this? Huh?" He half yelled, before clashing his lips against her's, shoving his tongue down her. Practically choking as Adam got a grasp of her tongue between his teeth, a small puncture.
And blood.
Ana could taste it, the taste of metal, iron. It stained her mouth. He was quick to suck on it, his movements becoming more lethargic as he focused on the taste of her.
She gasped for air, moving her face away from him. He freed her wrists, one hand slithering under her arch as the other fondled her breast. Head moving to er breast; his tongue teasing the other breast's nipple. Hard stubs.
"Fuck! Aa--adam.. soo..nghh c--close!" She gasped.
Ana wasn't one easy to orgasm, none of her previous fucks ever felt this good. The fact she was actually feeling the rush come over was getting overwhelming.
He slowed himself down as Ana hooked her arms over his neck, her hands reaching to scratch his back. He leaned foreword, suckling on a piece of her breast, leaving a dark hickey.
"Adam~!" She warned. He maintained his pace.
"Yeah.. fuck." He cursed, slightly raising her body, her chest now tightly pressed against his.
Her breath's became ragged if they weren't already, her head further rocking back with new space with the help of Adam.
The tears swarmed, clutching Adam's hair and rocking his head around, legs kicking - literally nothing - as she remained her hand scratching the back of his neck, bringing he scratches down the front, across his shoulders and chest.
She was at a high, her mind clouded and blank, foggy breaths and tears streaming down her face, down her temple, her legs and hands trembling uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking. Moans mixed with sobs. His thrusts became slow and steady.
His end goal was always to not scare her off.
He smirked as Ana laid limp, catching her breath as Adam gently kissed her before planting hickeys on her neck and chest, all over her collarbone. Decorated marks, not as dark as the one by her breast.
He watched her in admiration, he didn't necessarily stop, but there was no rhythm, just slow to fill the space; exhaustion draining her out.
Her breaths became more slow, adjusting her self against him.
He hummed as he took it as a go sign, his thrusts slowly once more at a steady fast speed.
"Just a few more baby." He whispered. No moans, just gasps and sharp exhales, she forced his head further down, nibbling on his neck before also leaving a mark. She was quick to let him go, her lips grazed his face, against his stubble as their lips simply touched each other, hot breath shared.
Ana could feel his own cock twitching within her. Like crazy,
"Oh yeah, Ana keep making those pretty noises for me.. yeah?" He groaned, his hands grasping at her waist like crazy, before his hand slammed at the edge of the back rest, hazy and messy thrust, a muffled groan before he too released, filling her up.
"Oh fuck..!" He roared, his head rocking back, thrusting through the release, the sensation driven directly to her brain. He rode his release out, before leaving in a panting mess, Ana already long gone to the pit of exhaustion.
He fell on top of her, harshly sliding out of her, another groan from him - a whine from her. His arms slid around her waist practically hugging her as her face dug where her shoulder and neck connected small delicate kisses. one arm left it's grasp around her waist moving to massage the leg he kept pulling at earlier.
Ana's teary eyes remained, finally retreating her hand.
"You.. okay?" He whispered against her flesh.
She hummed in response, "Better than okay." She mumbled. She calmed her racing heart, how long she was dreaming of this. But she suddenly felt his weight lift off her, collecting all his items to change back. She thought, surely another round. She wanted grab him, pull him take more, be greedy, but she held back.
"Let's go home." He whispered, reaching the back seat to grab her stuff as well. Retreating everything.
The ride was, yes, awkward. But bearable. She noticed Adam crash on the couch - about to watch TV.
She frowned. She had a better show for him.