Mated

Ace moaned as he drank from me, sliding his hand all over my waist and dragging his fingers on it sometimes. I moaned softly too, loving the sensation I was very much used to. This one was a little different, better and hotter than the other times he had snuck into my room for a hot make-out or corner me in school.

Ace's fangs left my neck, grinding against my shoulder as his hand slipped past my long nightgown to the valley of my breasts. I trembled slightly, out of pure bliss. Ace slowly pushed down the spaghetti hands off my nightgown, showering hot kisses on my shoulders. He sucked and bit my shoulders gently, soothing the bites with his tongue immediately he bit it.

"Ace," I moaned. He stopped kissing me and raised his head from my neck. I looked over my shoulder, asking him with my look why he stopped.

"I'm sorry if we keep doing this, I will… I don't want to just kiss and make out with you, I want to make love to you if that's possible. I don't want to force you, Marinette…"