[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

"A match made in hell, indeed."

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Something in his sinister tone made me shudder, but I stomped the sense of dread that crawled up my spine. Just a little pain, I told myself. His gaze alarming me.

'But not too much, alright?' I added hastily as I bit my lower lip. Sam didn't answer and only smiled.

My heart sank as I felt that smiled looked so ominous. But when he started moving, I was surprised. Gentle. Not disconcerting. I felt my nipples rise, knowing what he was doing.

He was slowly, gently, and considerately thrusting it in. First, shallow, and it slowly went further in. He hissed as he gripped my waist.

There was a slight pain at first, but pleasure soon came after. It washed down everything as my mind focused solely on our entwined body; our flesh came into one. The wall stroked my back. I nearly fused with it as he picked up his rhythm, and the faint sound of the back of my head hitting the wall drifted in my ears.

I felt no discomfort as he pressed his body against mine, sinking deeper. All I could feel was how he continued to grow bigger and harder inside me… even so, my greediness wanted more of him.

I tugged him closer, wrapping my legs even tighter. "Sam, I'm —" I couldn't finish my sentence as I gritted my teeth, sweet spasm. It felt incredible, twitching around him as I embraced him. But he only slowed down.

My body felt weak at the incredible release I hadn't felt in a while. "Sam," I whispered in relief and blinked.

When I opened my eyes, I felt the softness of the bed on my back. His eyes hovering menacingly over me, tilting his head with a face of misplaced wonder. I reached my hand to him, smiling at his dangerous allure.

'That felt great,' I said internally, satisfied.

The smile on his face didn't reach his eyes. I jerked slightly when he suddenly moved his hips, making me realized he hadn't pulled out.

"My wife, you don't sleep on me," he warned in a low tone. "The night is still young." and the sense of dread suddenly came back, creeping up in my spine as his grin grew sinister.

"The night is still…" the rest of my words disappeared into my mouth as he bent over, his weight over mine. His firm chest against mine, moving his hips as his hand squeezed my thigh up.

With us laying down, the bed started creaking along with our constant moans and grunts. I never understood a vampire's lust until this night. Sam didn't let me sleep, although we took constant breaks.

He would constantly flash me a sly and unyielding smile. My heart warmed up when he was being considerate. My heart fluttered whenever his fingers slipping through the gaps of mine, and how he whispered my name.

But there was a secret I didn't tell him. I couldn't get enough of him to the point I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want it to end. Even when I felt sore and tired, I loved the ache. I didn't tell him I wanted him in me all the time.

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"Mhm," I moaned as I opened my eyes, attempting to stretch my sore arms. A frown immediately took over my face as I groggily looked to my side.

Sam was lying on his side, his knuckles propped his temple, smiling. "Good morning," he greeted, making me chuckle as I pulled up the sheet.

"Good evening, love," I corrected, closing my eyes and opening them languidly. My body felt sore, but thanks to my training, I could move. Who would've thought it'd help me in this area as well?

"Damn it… I don't want to go see those fools and just stay with you tonight again." He clicked his tongue, annoyed, but it made me giggle. "You understand, correct? The thirst and hunger."

"What time are we going to the gathering?" I asked, ignoring his question. I'm certain he asked that question just to have a reason we skip tonight. It was my first appearance in the 'gatherings' he had been attending since the case about the undead was passed to him.

The expression on his face instantly died down. "The sun just set, so you can rest more," still, he answered with disinterest.

I stared at him and smiled. He and I slept hours before noon. Now that I thought about it, Lena didn't come this morning. Sam must've instructed her not to come.

"So," I snapped back from my trance when he spoke. "How was your first night with your husband?" he inquired, with eyes glinting with pride.

Should I tease him? I wondered, just so I could see how his smug grin disappears from his face. However, if I did, he surely wouldn't let me rest again. We might end up not going, so I sigh inwardly.

'Opportunity, I bid you farewell,' I said internally before I said, "Incredible." His expression looked strange as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What sort of opportunity did you just bid farewell?" he asked, and I froze.

Right. He could hear my thoughts now since he drank my blood a couple of times last night. Now, I truly need to commend my body for surviving all that.

"Lilou."

"Husband." I crawled over to his side, squeezing myself into him. "My body aches everywhere, I think I need a hug," I said, melting into his firm chest as his warmth, although faint, was good enough for me to get by. Also, to dodge his question.

"My wife, you learn too quickly. However," he paused as he held my shoulder and pushed me a little. I instinctively averted my eyes to avoid his gaze. "It seems you don't want to leave this bed anymore."

The smile on his face sent a chill down my spine. I shuddered and panicked.

"My husband, quick! Morning — evening kiss!" I exclaimed with an awkward grin. I could tell he wasn't particularly pleased, but he still yielded. Bending down, and planted a kiss on my forehead.