03 // The Taste of Freedom

His hands flew to his face and his face morphed into a horrified expression when he realised he no longer had his shades, and his amber eyes swept across the room in search of his sunglasses.

My heart was beating in my throat as I watched him pace around, and all I could think was, his eyes are glowing an almost-red orange. That was not normal.

He found them under the towels on the bed and then rushed to the bathroom, coming out with his sweater, and he headed straight for the door.

"Silas, wait!" I curled my toes as my feet landed on the cold tiles, and I paddled to the door before he could get there, blocking his way as I stood with my back against the door.

"Yvonne, get out of my way," he said in a broken voice, not meeting my eyes even though he had retreated to wearing sunglasses. "Yvonne." There was warning in his voice, and I should probably have listened, but I didn't.

"When I saw you wearing glasses earlier, I thought maybe your eyes were sensitive to light. I didn't think you were..." I paused, realising I didn't know what he was.

But he didn't see it that way, he snickered and met my eyes, and I spotted tears on his cheeks.

"That I am what? A monster? Come on, go ahead and say it."

My cheeks heated up, and I scowled at him. "What? That's... I don't even know what you are, and honestly, I don't care!" He seemed taken aback by my outburst. "I really don't. I just..." I wiped my tears furiously. "I just want someone to hold me tight and tell me that everything is going to be okay, even if we both know it's a lie." My shoulders slumped in defeat.

Silas shook his head. "I'm not the right guy for that, I'm sorry."

I gave him a weak smile. "And why not?"

I watched hopelessly as he threw his head back and pulled at his hair, and then he exhaled heavily, setting his sight on me. "I shouldn't have let things get this far, I'm just not used to having people invite me to anything. I'm the weird guy out here. To you, watching the sunrise or sunset is like a work of art. I watch the sun set because it's the only time I can look at the sun without burning to ashes. You talk about not having any choice or say in your life, well... I didn't ask to be like this, okay? Now, please move out of my way."

"No."

He grounded his teeth, and my breath caught in my throat at the two pointy and sharp fangs.

"Do you understand now?" He asked in a bitter tone.

I gulped, my mind going over everything I've witnessed and heard since I met him earlier, and all the pieces finally fell into place. "When you said there could be vampires earlier, you wanted to see whether I would freak out or not, and I didn't, that's why you gave in to the temptation of spending time with me. So, why back out now?" I stepped up to him and caressed his cheek and saw him lean into my touch.

Given the opportunity, I removed his glasses and tossed them on the nearest couch, and snatched the sweater out of his hand and threw it on the couch as well.

My hands found their way to the hem of his t-shirt, and he lifted his arms as I pulled the t-shirt over his head before tossing it away.

Silas refused to meet my gaze. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." I laughed lightly, causing his head to jerk up, and he stared at me in confused wonder. "As a devoted Christian, I should probably be freaking out and cursing you with bible verses, am I right?" His lips twitched. "I mean, I've heard plenty of scary stories about vampires. Not that I ever thought they were real or anything. Yet, I'm stuck in a room with one right now, and I'm not even trying to run for my life."

He covered his face and chuckled. "And you are not even scared that I might bite your neck and drink your blood?"

"I was hoping you would," I said, biting on my lower lip.

"What?" He asked with animated eyes.

To answer his question, I let my towel fall to the ground. A throaty gasp left his lips and he took a huge gulp as he took in my naked body.

"Yvonne!" He warned in a raspy voice, but his eyes still refused to leave my body.

"I've always been a good girl, I always did everything they asked without asking any questions, but they snatched everything out of my hold. And I refuse to let them steal this from me, too. This might be the last time I will ever have a taste of what freedom is, because in a few weeks or months from today, I'm going to make a decision that I will live to regret for the rest of my life. You were right, I don't have much of a choice in my life. But tonight, I choose you. Silas..." I took his right hand and placed it on my breast, and I took the other one and guided him into my drenched underwear.

"Yvonne." There was strain in his voice, but his eyes spoke a different language, they were dancing like a bonfire was burning in them. "Are you sure about this?"

I nodded. "I want you to make love to me."

His fingers grazed my inner thigh and rested on my entrance, sparking a light moan from me as I clasped my legs. But Silas was not having it, his fingers were dancing at my core, while his other hand went around my waist to hold me in place.

"Silas!" I cried.

"Repeat what you said," he muttered against my lips.

"Make love to m–" The rest of the sentence died in my throat as his lips met mine in a fierce kiss, and I felt like I was going to melt from all the sparks coursing through my body.

He was worried about the sun scorching him to death, and yet, he has just set my world on fire as he demanded every piece of my body. His hands glided across my body until he found his way to my butt, giving me a good squeeze before lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his torso, giving in to the urge to grind against him, extracting a moan from me while he growled.

I didn't know what I was doing, honestly, I was legit a Virgin Mary, and I wanted him with everything in me.

He walked us over to the bed and gently placed me down in the middle, and then he unbuckled his belt and took off his jeans before joining me on the bed. He climbed on top of me and claimed my lips in a wild kiss yet again.

I looped my legs around his waist again, pulling his closer to me as I tangled my hands through his soft hair. I loved the feeling of him against me, and I wished he could take off my underwear already. Or better yet, remove his briefs.

His fangs slightly grazed my bottom lip and it left me tingling in need to know what else he could do with them besides biting people on their necks to draw blood. Pretty romantic, isn't it?

"Dammit!" He muttered under his breath. "I don't have any condoms."

I bit on my lower lip to control my laughter. "Well, if you must know, I think they have a special cupboard for those in the bathroom. Want to borrow some?"

I honestly don't know where this boldness was coming from.

He sighed and ran a hand over his hair. "You really want to do this, don't you?"

I used my wrists to rise to an inclined position, and then ran my one hand over his chest and moved down to the hem of his briefs. And Silas sucked in a deep breath as my hand slipped in and gently cupped him.

"Would you prefer if we did it without protection?" I gently stroked him, and at the back of my mind, I registered how big he was, but even if I wanted to, it was too late to back out.

Silas groaned, and I couldn't tell whether it was from pleasure or frustration. "I swear, you are going to be the end of me," he said with a gentle kiss, and I released him and laid back.

He climbed off the bed and rushed to the bathroom, and I heard him rummage through the cupboards for a minute before he returned with a small pack of condoms. And he wasted no time getting back into action.

His kisses were more demanding while his hands trailed the lengths of my body until he found my panties. My cheeks were on fire as I watched him pull down my panties like he was undressing a baby before tossing them aside, leaving me completely naked.

He leaned over and pulled me in a deep kiss, his lips trailed down to my neck, and I moaned loudly as he bit and sucked on my collarbone, making his way down to my chest. He cupped my breast with my hand, and took the other other in his mouth, squeezing and biting and sucking at the same time.

I was burning in desire, and my back arched when he finally found my core, and I couldn't control the cries of pleasure as he worked his magic with his mouth, his tongue doing unimaginable things.

It was so overwhelming, I felt as though I was going to explode. Strange sensations rocked my body, and he gripped my hips to hold me in place as I flooded in his mouth. I felt him kiss and lick me clean, and then he released me and came up again, his eyes glowing even more.

My body was shivering and tingling, and my heart was violently beating in my chest, leaving me breathless.

"Are you okay?" He ask, and I replied with a nod. Silas reached for the packet of condoms and opened it, and I heard him fumbling with one.

"Do you need help with that?" I asked, and his eyes met mine before he handed me the small sachet and leaned closer so that I had better access to him.

I lowered his briefs, and my throat went dry when his member sprung out, looking ready for action. Our eyes met briefly as if searching for any signs of doubt between us. I lowered my eyes as I opened the condom, placing it at his tip.

His breath hitched as I gently pulled the condom down his length, my fingers resting there for a second as I searched his eyes.

Silas positioned himself between my legs, his member touching my entrance. "I... I've never..." He looked away. "This is my first time," he confessed shyly.

I gaped at him in unmasked shock. Honestly, I would never have guessed. "If that's the case, then I couldn't have found a better partner to be my first." His eyes snapped to mine, alert with wonder. "I am a virgin, too," I admitted with a soft laugh, not believing I'd actually pulled this off.

"Yvonne, I must confess. It is a pleasure to meet you." Our lips crashed in a gentle kiss, and he positioned himself, this time without any hesitation. He linked our fingers and held my hands over my head and gave me a deep kiss as he gently pushed into me.

I cried into his mouth, my back arching in response as he fully made his way inside me.

"Are you okay?" Again, I responded with a nod, not trusting myself to speak.

He moved back and slid into me again and again in gentle strokes, my walls embracing his length.

I mimicked his actions and met his strokes, albeit painful at first, it soon turned to pleasure as he increased his pace, his strokes becoming more urgent and harder as our bodies moved in harmonious sync.

"Silas!" I cried, tears of pleasure crawling to the sides of my head, and Silas answered me with a hot kiss.

It was a night of passion and bliss, and it hurt to think that I wouldn't see him again after this. But I found pleasure in knowing that he was my first, my first kiss and my first everything pleasurable this night. And I knew, although I had not many choices in my life, I would forever cherish this night, and it was the one thing I would never live to regret.

I was going to find pleasure in knowing that I had my first time, my way. And at times when things got rough, I would always look back at this one particular night, and recall every single detail and find pleasure in the memories of how I lost my virginity to a vampire.

And if ever it feels like a dream, it will be one I never wish to wake up from. I will remember how his hands moulded my body like a work of art. And I will paint in my memories, every kiss, every touch, every stroke. And should I ever look at the sunrise, I will remember how his red-orange eyes burned with passion and desire for me.