CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

"Are you sure you want that, sweetheart?"

"Didn't you say you would act if I gave you the green light?" I retorted with a smirk. He formed a lazy grin, pulling back to meet my eyes.

"Fair enough, Queen. But not here."

I couldn't possibly comprehend why having a meal in the dining room was not the best place to do so, but he was determined. He carried me with haste to a room on the top floor that I quickly deduced was his bedroom.

There was a king-sized bed that had been neatly made, only covered in a simple white and gray checkered quilt and cotton sheets.

Besides the bed, there weren't many items decorating the barren space, telling me that he didn't spend much time in here. I guessed that made sense, since he spent most of his time with me. The thought made me feel guilty and pleased simultaneously.

One of the few things of note were a variety of frames on the far wall, all displaying various diplomas with the name 'Lysander Valerius' printed in script on the front, at least twenty of them, from prestigious universities across the world. Though several were in fields of science, I noticed that the majority were in art related fields such as painting and art history.

"Do you paint?" I asked simply.

He gripped my hand, pulling me back towards his bed.

"Yes."

"What do you paint?" I squeaked out, as he pulled my ponytail to the side so he could access the nape of my neck with his mouth. It was distracting me in the best way, sending waves of heated serenity through my body, a complete paradox.

"I'll show you one day." He promised, turning me with his arms wrapped around my shoulders, stepping forward until the back of my knees hit the mattress. He lowered me down gently, sliding me further up and trapping me beneath his hovering form that was still planting kisses all over my body.

My breasts, my thighs, hell, even my fingers were graced with his cherishing lips.

"Lysander." I moaned softly, reaching for him.

"Turn your head, sweetheart." He purred, and I was entranced, obeying immediately. Everything he did was so damn sexy. I wished he would let me press my lips to every part of him for once.

That was when I became suddenly aware that I had never even seen him fully naked before.

I had seen him shirtless, sure, but never from the waist down. I could've, if I hadn't turned away all that time ago when he joined me in the bath. I wondered what he looked like. Was he just as delicious down there as he was everywhere else?

My perverted thoughts were interrupted when I felt his hands grip my hair and shoulder, locking me in place. Right, his venom. Would it work? Part of me desperately hoped it would. I could use the extra courage to convince him to touch me again.

He buried his head into my neck, his warm breath fanning my sensitive flesh and his escaped tendrils tickling my ear. Then, before I could blink, his fangs sunk into me.

"Fuck!" I arched my back, feeling the overwhelming sensation of his venom, at least twice as powerful as his saliva. Holy shit! My whole body had ignited, trickling come from my body like a leaking tap. My claws extended, digging into his shoulders as I attempted to gain control of my maddened lust, but it was no use.

My mind was long gone.

"Lysander..." I cried, begging him for attention as he eagerly lapped up my crimson, a look of near orgasmic pleasure on his face, his lashes fluttering against his cheek.

Without detaching himself, he allowed one of his hands to crawl down my body, hiking up my dress and diving into my panties. I growled, my eyes turning black in desire. Even my wolf couldn't help but surrender to his expert ministrations.

His slender fingers circled my drenched clit with finesse, and I squirmed beneath him. He never entered me with them, not that I needed him to in order to be pleased. His skill with his mouth and hands made penetration unnecessary, as was evident through my loud moans reverberating off the walls.

Fuck, did I want it, though.

It took all of about twenty seconds of his touch for me to build to my orgasm. He detached himself just as my climax hit its peak, licking the blood that had escaped to the corners of his mouth as he watched me come undone with curiosity and amazement.

"Ly-sander..." I groaned drunkenly, my back arching and my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

My body seized with so much all-consuming ecstasy that I nearly blacked out, and the venom enhanced and extended it exponentially. Everything outside was void, and my existence revolved around Lysander and him alone. I was blissfully lost in him. I wasn't sure how long I was actually going off for, but when I finally touched back down, I noticed that I still wasn't satisfied.

Pools of lava flowed down from my neck and into my core, demanding satisfaction. I had become crazed, with no end in sight.

I panted, tugging on Lysander's black t-shirt and successfully pulling it over his head, exposing his deliciously toned torso. He looked back at me wide eyed, his hands resting on either side of my head.

"You want more?" He asked incredulously.

"Please. I need you. I want you inside me." My hands gripped his hips, pulling his covered erection towards my waiting pussy. Holy fuck, he felt huge. I wanted to see him. I wanted to touch him. He groaned, looking to the ceiling as if it would give him answers.

"I'm not having sex with you." He stated plainly through clenched teeth. I thought I would burst into tears at his stern words. I wanted it. I demanded it. My mind could comprehend nothing else. He stood from the bed and I actually whimpered. "I'm just grabbing something, sweetheart, don't worry." He assured me, but the distance between us was unbearable.

It was also unbelievably hot. I sat up, tugging my dress over my head and tossing it to the floor, along with my panties. I was stark naked, sprawled out on Lysander's bed, relishing in his sweet scent enveloping me.

He returned from his closet, stopping in his tracks when he took in the sight.

"Holy shit, Aria." He muttered, taking quicker steps to get back to me.

That's when I saw it, in his hand.

"W-what's that?" I asked between heavy breaths.

"A toy for you. I bought it in case this were to happen again. Would you be willing to try it?"

I eyed the electronic device, curious as to how it worked. Did it go inside of me? Why did it have to be electronic in the first place? How did it work? I didn't have too much time to ponder, since I was dying with each second that I wasn't being satisfied.

"Yes, please. Now, before I melt into your fucking bed." I growled, spreading my legs for him. His eyes flashed red and he licked his lips.

"You are soaking wet, darling." He mused, clearly satisfied. He held the toy against me. It felt strange and cold at first, but as he rubbed it along my pussy, it started to heat up.

"Please." I begged.