“Yes, it’s a little bit of a drive, so I had the hotel add some extras to our package here.” Roman pulled out some fancy looking crackers, various slices and spreads of cheese, cured meats, random dried fruits, and nuts all arranged within a covered tray. He followed that with a bottle of wine which he poured into a couple of travel tumblers with lids.
“They’re not fancy, but they’ll do the trick,” he said, raising his glass to cheers with Jessica.
“This is perfect,” she replied, all smiles to Roman’s greatest delight.
For about an hour and a half, they drove through the desert as the sun fully set, continuing through the pastel spectrum, and ending in an overwhelming blanket of darkness punctuated with stars.
They arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned building but turned out to be more of an observation deck atop a stone base. There was an iron gate that blocked the stairway, but Roman had a key and let them through carrying some provisions while Jessica carried the picnic bag.
“This is incredible.” Jessica had stopped in her tracks when they came through the trap door of the deck.
“I thought you might like this.” Roman was beyond elated with himself.
“I love this! Before my parents… well… when I was a little girl, my dad would set up his telescope in the backyard and have me try to guess what shapes I could see in the universe. My mom,” Jessica swallowed and cleared her throat a little bit, “my mom, she would tell me stories about the stars and what they mean to us. My gran too.”
Roman reached for her hand and pulled her in close to wrap his arm around her as they looked up, giving Jessica a moment to collect her feelings.
“My grandmother was actually quite skilled in astrology as well. I remember her telling me a long time ago as she sat with me one night under the sky that I would feel lost and alone for decades… for what seemed like decades, I mean. She said those feelings would persist for so long that I would give up on ever feeling differently, that I would inevitably become just like my father.” Roman couldn’t believe he was sharing this but also felt oddly compelled.
“‘Roman,’ she’d said, ‘this will be your fate if you deny The Maiden.’ My grandmother was from the old world, and I always thought she may have had a touch of lunacy,” Roman smiled to himself thinking of her. “I didn’t believe her; I didn’t think there was any way to change my destiny.” Roman looked down at Jessica. “But now I know what she was trying to tell me.”
After they finished their meal and wine, they laid on the deck staring up into the night sky sharing stories about the stars passed on from their grandmothers. Jessica fell asleep nestled in close to Roman, and he realized this was the most content moment of his entire life. He let Jessica rest for a few hours before waking her up to head back to the city.
“How long was I out?” Jessica asked as they made their way down the stairs.
“Oh, a couple hours.”
“Hours! I admit, I was pretty tired from staying up for so long. You didn’t fall asleep?”
“No, I’m more of a night owl as they say. I’m a day sleeper.”
“Hm. I guess everyone has their own rhythm.”
When they returned to the city limits, Roman asked, “Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes, Roman, I’d like that very much.”
The moment Jessica accepted his request, it was like they couldn’t get there fast enough. His body was alive every place Jessica was touching him. She crossed her leg over his lap as Roman moved over and slightly on top of her, maneuvering his hand up her shirt, and pulling the cup portion of her bra down so he could pinch and tickle her nipple.
With every little twist and caress, Jessica squirmed underneath him, pressing herself into Roman. He lifted her top and teased her nipple with his tongue, circling the pebbled area and lightly flicking it. With his hand, he cupped Jessica between the legs, thumb pressed on the outside of her jeans where her clitoris was likely swelling just as he was.
Jessica ground into his hand, pressed her breast into mouth, and put her head back against the window exposing her neck. They hit a little bump in the road which jolted them both.
“Oh, ouch,” Jessica said as she sat up and pressed her fingers to her lips. “I think I bit my lip. Am I bleeding?”
Roman shot backward against his door and held his breath. He immediately knew she was bleeding, and he could feel his fangs becoming more pronounced. Vampires didn’t eat humans; he wasn’t afraid of hurting her. But he was definitely afraid of becoming unhinged with a mating frenzy that would be brought on by tasting her blood. Which would probably fucking terrify her, he thought as he tried to regain some composure.
“Oh, you must really have a problem with the sight of blood. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that was the issue yesterday. That all makes a lot more sense now.” Jessica’s words didn’t really match what she was feeling, but Roman knew better than to call her out on it.
“Um, yeah, that makes sense,” he repeated unconvincingly.
Jessica held a napkin on her lip until the bleeding stopped, which was incredibly quick. Roman slowly started breathing again and was relieved they had finally pulled up to Muse. He jumped out of the car before Winston could get the door and walked around to Jessica’s side to escort her out.
The walk to his suite was torture. Roman felt like they were moving through mud between all of the bodies and the slow as shit human pace he was reduced to. He kept imagining picking Jessica up and running through the casino to his room at full speed.
Roman was incredibly grateful for the VIP elevator to his floor; as soon as the doors shut, they were alone. Jessica jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, fisting his hair. Roman was squeezing her ass with both hands as he kissed and licked up and down her neck. The doors opened and Roman carried Jessica to his room. He was fiddling with the key card and almost decided to just kick the fucking door down, but the light turned green, and he was spared having to explain that to Jessica.
Roman let her down, immediately stripping her out of her jacket, shirt, and bra, exposing her heavy breasts that he hadn’t stopped thinking about all day. He imagined coming on her tits and almost exploded in his pants. He curled his fingers into the waist of her jeans and pulled her against him, while Jessica undid his shirt and belt buckle.
Jessica’s jeans and panties were quickly removed as he stepped out of his pants and briefs as well. Roman’s hard cock was pressed against her stomach, and she reached down to cup his balls, lightly dragging her fingernails along his sac.
Roman took a step backward to admire her. “What did I do to deserve such an exquisite creature?” He didn’t let her answer; there was no need. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to his lap as he positioned them on the couch. Jessica straddled him and rubbed her wet pussy lips along his shaft, unable to cover the full length of him.
“Jessica, baby, I need to be inside you.”
Jessica shifted upward to reach the head of his penis and pressed her entrance against his tip, moving slightly down and then back up as her body stretched for him. Roman supported her weight with his hands as she worked him slowly inside her.
When Roman was fully sheathed within her, they both let out a groan of utter pleasure. Jessica put her head back and began riding him. Roman was incredibly stimulated with her breasts bouncing lightly in his face. He brought one nipple to his mouth and relished in the moan that Jessica released.
He fingered between her folds, locating her clit, and positioning his thumb so that she could ride that as well.
“Ah, ah, Roman, ah.” Hearing his name from her lips as she rode him to orgasm caused Roman to lose all control. He grabbed Jessica’s ass and pulled her into his rhythm, pumping into her and climaxing so hard he felt the pulsing cascade Jessica into another orgasm, creaming all over his dick. He held her to him, his face resting between her breasts as they both took deep breaths.
“Christ, Jessica. You’re incredible,” Roman uttered.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, kissing him on the forehead. For some reason, it was that tender, sweet moment that caused an avalanche of guilt to crush down on him. I have to tell her—all of it.
She slowly eased off him, and Roman could feel the mood in the room shifting from intimate ecstasy to anxious confusion as he sensed Jessica feeding off his emotions. He got up and grabbed some robes from the closet, handing one to Jessica.
