…Breyden POV…

I have just stepped off a plane into what is possibly one of the places that have the worst weather. The wind is icy, and there is a slight drizzle of rain that only but dampens my shirt as I make my way to find a cab. This shall be my new home from now on; I guess I should get used to the weather and the unpredictability it brings. This shall be my new life.

So as I find the dryness and comfort of a cab, I pull my phone closer and dial Sebastian just to let him know that I am safely back home. As I wait for him to answer, I relish in the thought that somewhere close to him is Lilith. And as he answers, that feeling of excitement even tenfolds.

"Sebastian, hello?"

"Sebastian, this is Breyden."

"Where have you been? I feared that you were dead?"

"You are not very clever, my friend; if I were dead, I would not be talking to you, would I?

"Needless to say, we, and may I emphasize, Lilith shall be glad to know that you are indeed well and okay."

...Lilith POV...

I watch as Sebastian is pacing the kitchen floor to such a degree that he shall be wearing his shoes off. He just had a call from someone that seems to have left him quite troubled. He is not a man that easily gets nervous, but the person that he has just spoken to has him somewhat worried.

I slowly walk up to him, and I swear as I touch his shoulder, he nearly gets a fright.

"Sebastian, what is the matter? What has got you so spooked?"

"Breyden."

"What about Breyden?" I immediately stopped and realized what I have just missed. "Was it Breyden you spoke to just now?"

"Yes, it was indeed."

"My god, he is alive. Tell me he is alive?"

"Well, unless the man is phoning from heaven, yes, I do believe that he is alive."

"Please phone him back. Please, Sebastian, I need to speak to him."

"Lilith, calm yourself; he is on his way back."

Without any warning, I leap into his arms, giving him one big warm hug that makes him feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Sebastian."

"You can thank me once the man is back in one piece. I wish to know why you are not dead if you have, in fact, drank from him."

...Breyden POV...

It must have taken like what seems to have been hours in this dreaded drive home. I have never felt misery and yet excited at the same time. Now misery, I do not know, but excitement to see Lilith is what made this even more bearable.

Then exactly as the clock strikes one, my eager feet step through the front door of the Belmont House

As I fling open the door...the familiar scent of lily and vanilla attack my senses.

"Lilith!"

"Oh my god, Breyden, it is really you!"

She steps forward and leaps deep into my arms. I raise her from her feet and squeeze her so tight that her body shall be stuck to mine forever; I shall never have to let her go again.

And then, from behind, I see this Sebastian step up to me with a reaching hand and gives me a firm shake. "Breyden, it is good to finally have you back home. My ears have gone deaf from hearing your name."

With that, he turns away and makes his way to return to his room, leaving me with what I desire more than immortality itself. It is beyond belief that she is, in fact, here in my arms. I am scared if I wink for an inch of a second too long that she might disappear again.

"Just stand there for a second; I need to really make sure it is you."

I chuckle at her as she steps closer to me again. "If I pinch you, will it work? I know what is far better than that."

"What...?"

I bring my finger up to her deep cherry lips as she tries to speak. I place my warm lips firmly against hers. They are even softer than I can remember; I can taste the sweetness of her as I kiss her slow and gentle. My entire body is taken over by the overwhelming feeling of relief. I move my hand from her rosy cheek to the back of her head; my fingers tangle in her long, black hair. I lightly pull her into me, adding more pressure to our lips to deepen the kiss.

A wave of warmth fills me up that spills out from my heart and rushes to every corner of my body, the cracks in between my toes, the crooks of my elbows, the tips of my ears. Every inch of me is saturated by her.

"I missed you."

"I thought you were..."

"Ssshhh. I am not."

"But now you are..."

"We can talk about that later. Right now, all I want to do is feel you."

I lace my fingers in her hand and lead her upstairs back to my bed room. As we step through the door, I gently press her back into the wall behind her. With my left hand, I pin her hands above her head and drive my body into her, pinning her completely so she cannot move.

"I see you still have a thing for walls."

"Hahaha. I still have a thing for you."

My right-hand drops to her thigh; I slip my hand under her dress and knot my fingers in her panties. She stops me and whispers.

"Breyden."

When she says my name, it is as if she is begging. It only makes me crave her more. I slide my hand over her tight ass and push her deep into my now raging erection. My mouth moves away from her lips and runs slowly down her neck; I rub them gently over her collarbone and softly bite into the edge of her shoulders. I grind myself into her as I move my lips to her ear.

"Breyden, can I?"

"Lilith, it will kill you."

"But it did not last night."

"Oh, my dear Lilith, I caught myself shaving."

So goes silent for only but a few moments, still having the same want in her eyes.

"Yes, you may, Lilith."

"Is it your first time?"

"Yes, well, I have never tried before. But yet I do not know if this is such a wise idea."

"Please, just once."

Her words send me spinning, my craving soars, and all I can think of is giving her the pleasure.

"Close your eyes; I promise I won't hurt you."

I slowly close my eyes, and I give myself completely to her. I hear her short rapid breaths as she leans in and softly lays my head to the side. She slowly opens her mouth wide and lets her razor-sharp fangs slide out from deep within. She gently lays them on top of my skin. The instant she does, I gasp.

"I promise you I would never hurt you, Breyden."

I let go of my body and whisper to her.

"I am ready."

One by one, she pierces my skin and drives her fangs into my neck. I freeze for a second, but the moment she nestled firmly and sucks, I let out such a deep moan; the pleasure drives my erection to become even harder.

She drags her fingers down my spine and digs them deep into my back. I lift her legs and throw them around my waist and press myself deep between her thighs.

Her fangs are nestled firm, and she is sipping each glorious ounce of my blood while rubbing herself hard against the ache that is building deep within her core. She stops for a second to find my eyes.

"Are you still feeling okay? You must tell me if I should stop."

"Please not yet, just do it for a little while longer. I love the way it makes me feel."

This time she slams in and draws even harder, she screams out my name, and I can feel her legs starting to quiver. Too afraid that she might be hurting me, she pulls her fangs away from my neck

"Please don't stop."

Without out further hesitation, she crushes her fangs into my neck and sucks even with more force than before. I hear her moan, and it only increases my own arousal. She utters my name at the top of her voice. I drop my pants and slide her panties to the side. I effortlessly slide my hard length deep into that aching between her legs. I am thrusting into her mercilessly, over and over again, delving and diving, pounding and pumping. She is on the brink to let go and give in to the tingles of pleasure.

"Oh my god, Breyden."

She is screaming out my name as I find my release. All it takes is one fierce drive, and I am over the edge. The hot waves of pleasure start deep in my core and shoot out in every direction. She drives her fangs in deep just as she is about to crash completely.