Chapter 445 Sweaty Bodies

The bed lightly creaked with the two bodies that moved on top of the soft mattress. Sighs and moans touched the cold walls of the room, where heat emitted from Eve and Vincent's bodies.

"AH!" Eve's high-pitched voice spilt from her mouth, her hands crumpling the mattress beneath her, twisting it as Vincent's hips thrust into her sex.

When she looked at Vincent, she saw his eyes were already on her, where his face held a wildness as he pushed in and out of her. He picked up one of her legs, letting it rest on his shoulder. Every thrust of his was harder than the previous one, and her parted lips, spilling out moans that contained his name in them.

Vincent loved Eve with every fibre and deep down into his bones, and right now, he enjoyed the look of pleasure plastered on his woman, who looked as if she was about to come apart. He licked the corners of his lips and watched sweat start forming on her forehead and chest. He dropped her leg back on the bed. Every time her insides squeezed him, the more his arousal stirred, and he thrusted hard.

Eve's eyes had turned hazy, her breath uneven and she felt Vincent lean forward. When she tried to focus her eyes on him, as they kept trying to roll back with the bliss, she noticed his tongue peek out and he ran his tongue between the valley of her breasts.

Blood rushed up her face, mortified that Vincent had licked the sweat off her body and she protested, "Vince—ah!"

Vincent bit into the top of her breast, taking a sip of blood from her.

Eve's back arched from the bed, pushing the tender mound further into his mouth. Her body trembled and she cried out his name,

"VINCE… I am—!"

"Come for me, my sweet girl," Vincent grunted, his husky voice laced with pleasure.

Her mind spun in ecstasy when they came together, while in each other's arms. She reached the sky, touching the stars she never knew she could. She felt Vincent's tongue lap against the bite he had recently left, while his hands didn't stop admiring her body as they grazed the curves of her body.

It took Eve a few seconds after coming from her high that Vincent had turned hard once again, and her eyes widened.

When Eve looked at Vincent, she noticed the look in his eyes which looked hooded, and there was a cunning smile on his lips which was lopsided. He ran his hand up her stomach, grazing against the curve of one of the breasts before it came to curl on the side of her neck,

"I hope you know that one round isn't enough to satisfy me," he kissed her lips, "I won't hold back anymore, and you know that."

Saying those words, Vincent once again entered her wet sex, gliding in and out of it with passion, which had Eve lose control of her body as the mattress beneath her gently shook and her voice continued to echo in the room. He took her the way he believed she would like it, worshipping every inch of her body and not leaving anything untouched. Promising her that this is how he would have her for the rest of their lives.

Eve lost count of the minutes or the number of times she had come apart, because her mind and body had turned into a mess. Her head was thrown back, and her toes dug into the sheets. She felt Vincent's lips and hands on her, caressing her as if he couldn't get enough of her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realised that the pureblooded vampire she had given herself had a stamina and pleasure that didn't easily satiate him.

The whole room was filled with erotic sounds from both their lips and the place they were connected.

"AH…ah…!" Eve continued to moan, her gold eyes looking at him and her body shuddered, "Vin—incent… I can't…"

"My beautiful Eve. Scream for me until you have no other name on your lips," Vincent praised her before he said, "I am not going to be done with you anytime soon."

Eve's voice had turned hoarse, and her throat had turned dry from crying out his name repeatedly. Even though she was half siren, Vincent's appetite for her was on another level that she doubted she could compete with.

Her body again trembled before she came, and simultaneously, she distantly heard Vincent reach his release with her.

Eve's chest heaved up and down, and it took her almost three good minutes to come down from the euphoric feeling Vincent had made her experience. Her hands released the sheets that she had been holding onto. Her eyes were still hazy, but she could feel Vincent tenderly kiss her face and pull himself out of her. Still intoxicated from the lovemaking, she asked,

"Is it always this good?"

Vincent smiled at her question, "It always is. Did you think it would be bad?" He returned her with his own question.

Eve's heart continued beating as if she had been sprinting for several minutes, and it was only now that she could catch her breath. As her vision turned clearer, she saw Vincent's face next to hers. The golden flecks in her eyes started to disappear and give way back to the blue in them. She said,

"I heard a few rumours when I was in Meadow. From the married women there, that it was uncomfortable and not pleasurable. But I think it is wonderful."

"Is this you hinting that we can go for another round?" A crooked smile appeared on Vincent's lips, and Eve's eyes widened.

"Th—that— You are joking, right?" She blurted before feeling Vincent's lips against her temple.

"I am," Vincent nuzzled into her neck and said, "I don't want you to pass out on me on our wedding night. So let us stop it for tonight and continue it tomorrow. We have all the time in the world."