Chapter 157 - All Died Out

It has been a long night, but only but a few moments ago, my beloved opened up those beautiful blue eyes. Now her first words.

"Can I stop dying, please."

I only but chuckled at her and held her close in my arms, never wanting to ever let go.

This was a very close call. It brought a weird bunch of men together, but we save my beloved, and that I shall be forever grateful.

Now, after much convincing and a few threats, my beloved and I are heading downstairs to go thank this very weird group of men. So as we come around the corner into the common room, they are all just as surprised to see her.

The weirdest of all is dear Bobby; now the man has jumped from his seat and is giving Anastasia an awkward hug. A Hunter is hugging a Vampire, definitely a moment to treasure. Then Connor comes with the very same sentiment.

"Can you people stop dying now? You damn Vampires are dying more often than our humans."

We only but burst out in laughter as Breyden steps forward to feel if Anastasia is altogether. Now the only thing that shall be missed is the idea of becoming parents, but we both agree that Lucius is definitely not the child to have.

With thankful wishes, Morgana soon leaves to make her way back home. The boys stay for an hour or so still, but before they go, Connor pulls me over to the side.

"Sebastian, now really, you guys need to leave the hunting shit to the Hunters."

"I believe that you are right. We have a good ride, but I think the rollercoaster is now becoming dangerous."

"Well, I am glad to hear that. Now phone us when there is a monster that you are not chasing."

So with that, Connor turns to leave, but then Ethan strangely steps up to Anastasia and me, "I am sorry the baby thing did not work out the way it should have."

I only but pat him on the shoulder and try to reassure him, "It is fine Ethan, one can only hope."

"Well, take care. And yes, stop fighting monsters."

And with one last slap from Bobby, we all are left to ourselves. Lilith and Breyden disappear, Edward and Zachariah head for the pub.

As we make our way back upstairs, I turn to Anastasia, "My beloved, what do you say that we take a little vacation? We can leave in the morning."

"Where would you like to go?"

"Well, I don't know, where would you like to go?"

"Mmm, I will think about that."

…Anastasia POV…

Now I can honestly agree with the boys; I am done dying and most definitely done with this monster hunting thing. I want to enjoy living for eternity; right now, I am fighting for eternity to live.

It was the worst experience I have ever had in my life. What was by far the greatest terror that consumed my body was having that man inside me, and I had absolutely no control over my body. I felt trapped in my own skin; it was as if I was in a cage in my own mind.

But when he started to torture me from inside, I actually did wish that I would die. He was clawing his way at my insides with absolute pleasure. He knew what he was going to do to me, and he enjoyed every moment of it.

Yes, I wish I was indeed pregnant, but that experience will definitely scar me forever. Sebastian says there is hope; I don't know if I can give hope to him. He has become a legacy; it is his life that we are now supposed to be concerned about.

They will come for him…our own kind will come for him.

So, I go back upstairs to change. I am standing naked in front of my closet, trying to figure out what the perfect outfit to wear. I don't notice him behind me until his arms are covered around me.

"What are you doing?"

"Creeping up on you."

"Didn't take you for the creeping kind."

"What can I say? You make me do this I did not know how to do before."

His fingers brace my skin as he pulls my hair away from my shoulder. He places soft little kisses against the nape of my neck; my body starts quivering in excitement.

"Do you know what you taste like?"

I can barely mutter a single word, "No."

"Sweet cotton candy."

His hands are resting on my shoulders, his breath lingering over my ear, then completely unexpected, he gentle nibbles my ear. The deep groan that has been building in my belly finally rolls over my lips.

"Sebastian!"

"I have always told you that you will scream my name, my beloved."

"Oh really, and what else do you think you can make me do?"

His hands start sliding down my shoulders; they are rough, they are melting my skin like butter, they feel like they belong around my body. He slowly moves his fingers to the underside of my breasts, caressing the soft skin, coming close to my nipples but never touching them. He forms circles around my breasts, even closer to my nipples, occasionally brushing them as if by accident. My back arched against him as he moves closer and closer each time. I release a shattering moan.

"Tell me what you want?"

"Sebastian, all I want is you."

"Can we? Is it okay if we do?

He turns me around to face him. 

I watch as he does the most agonizing strip; he removes every bit of fabric of his body so slow he is almost going backward. He has a perfectly sculpted chest that runs down to a tight, rippled stomach. His skin glows in the morning sun.

There is a glow about him, underneath a raging fire waiting to be released. He tangles his hands in my air as he seeks my lips. He lightly touches my lips with his. Every time I step closer to kiss him, he pulls away. He takes my lips again and pulls away; he lightly hovers his lips over mine. He is taunting and teasing me.

"Sebastian, please."

"Ssshhh, my beloved, we have all the time in the world."

He closes that final gap between our hesitating lips. Hesitating, not truly, for I really want this with every craving bone in my body. And it is those cravings that make me place my lips gently against his. They feel even better than I imagined. His lips are so damn soft; it feels like a thousand feathers are tickling my lips.

Then ever so soft and sensual, he brushes his lips against mine. He bites and nips and nibbles. As he threatens to slip through my seems, I grab him by the shirt. His passion and hunger grow even greater.

He takes my face between his hands and tangles his fingers in my hair. I go to scrunch my fingers in his hair and pull his lips even closer into mine. This time when he growls, I am right behind him, answering him with my very own moan. I can see his eyes are burning with passion and a deep hunger.

Unable to contain himself anymore, he pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated, and the world gives away. It is a sensual dance of lips...but this...I want more. He slips his tongue through my lips and entwines me into a deeper kiss.

The kiss is growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters; it is just me and him engulfed at this moment, in this perfect kiss.

Then he stops and hesitates for a moment, "My beloved, are you sure. I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, Sebastian."

We do not make it to the bed; the carnal desire deep within our bodies takes over before we can even reach the edge. He clears the dressing table; cream and perfume are scattering all over the room as he places me on the hard surface. He grabs my ankles and slides me closer. With gentle trembling hands, he lays me back on the table.

I stare into his brown eyes as the tip of his erection drives into me. I arch my back and close my eyes as my body absorbs him inch by inch. When he is fully in, he begins to move. His strokes are hard as our bodies slam together. As he pounds into me, I am at his mercy. He snaps his hips, withdrawing just enough that I feel the loss of him before filling me again in a soul-shattering thrust.

Without warning, he pulls me off the table and takes me to the bed. He flips me over, pulling my hips up until I was on my knees before thrusting inside me again. Gripping me by the back of the neck, he pushes down until my cheek was against the bed. He held me there as he grinds into me over and over.

Curling my fingers into the sheets, I surrender to all he is doing to me. He fucks me mercilessly until I was moaning with the intensity of being driven from one climax to another. He picks up speed, slamming even faster. With every violent need driving him into my body, he seeks his own release inside me. And when I cum one last time, he finally finds his own release.

"Fuck Sebastian. Where did that come from?"

"I missed you, my beloved."

With that, he falls down next to me on the bed, and we both just lie in silence as we stare at the roof. Even though the words are unsaid, we both know that now things will be better. We had done what we set out to do. Then after gathering my breath and composure again, I turn my head to look at him.

"Have you decided where you wish to go to?"