TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: The First Twist
Chapter 19

Sammie

“You, Jareth. I need to feel all of you inside me now ... please,” I breathlessly implored.

Jareth’s mouth claimed my own, ravishing my tongue with his. Our kiss was fierce and voracious as our tongues tousled, fighting for dominance. He placed his solid manhood at my entrance and slowly plunged into me. He stopped his descent with just the tip of his rod, making me gasp in pleasure.

“Is this what you want, love?” He growled.

I quaked. “Yes, Jareth, please ...”

Suddenly he thrust himself entirely inside me, stretching my walls from his girth.

“Oh, Fuck Jareth!” I groaned with bated breath.

He held himself up by his forearms, staring at me intently as he glided in and out of my slippery den. His movements were slow and deep as I arched my back, rocking my pelvis to meet the rhythm of his movements enjoying each and every thrust.

“Fuck! Samantha, you feel so damn tight and wet. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned as my nails scratched along his flexing back muscles, indeed drawing blood.

“Jareth,” I looked into his eyes, “I don’t want you to hold back. Please ... give me all of you. I can take it. I want, no, I need to feel all of you.”

A snarl emerged from his chest, and in one swift motion, Jareth had flipped us over. I was now straddling him. A husky moan escaped my lips. Despite the change in position, he was still inside me.

This man indisputably had some moves.

I placed my hands on his chest and leaned forward, brushing my beaded breasts against him. Jareth placed his hands on my hips and began driving into me even more forcefully. Straddling him was allowing me to take in every solid inch of his manhood while my wetness seeped onto him. “Oh ... fuck, yes... YES, JARETH!” I screamed out in ecstasy.

He felt so fucking amazing inside me, filling me up to the brim. I never had in all my life remembered ever being with anyone so well-endowed. I was losing my faculties from the sheer pleasure my body was relishing in.

Without warning, I felt something inside me begin to shift. I was close to climaxing again, but the raw intensity of our lovemaking was causing something sinister to stir. I felt my eyes completely darken, and my fangs extend. Instinctively, I lunged my snarling face forward and bit the yielding flesh along Jareth’s throat, tasting his sinuous blood as it oozed into my welcoming mouth. Jareth moaned in pleasure, and then, unhesitatingly, his upper torso jutted forward with his incisors extended. His fangs immediately pierced my neckline, reciprocating my earlier actions.

Holy Shit!!!

Now, I thought sex with Jareth was already delectably sinful, but I felt as if I had been injected with an extremely potent aphrodisiac when he bit me. The eroticism of marking each other enraptured me and lifted me to an entirely new level of gratification. I closed my eyes, relishing in the carnal pain. All the while, Jareth’s fangs penetrated my skin, and warm blood trailed along the dunes of my bare, heaving breasts.

“Oh God, Jareth - I’m gonna cum again!” I shrieked.

“No, Samantha ... hold back. I’m so close ...wait for me, love.” Jareth asserted.

I nodded in response. I was hoping Jareth could distinguish the gesture, considering he had been moving my body up and down on his cock feverishly.

“Release yourself, Samantha. Show me how good I’ve made your sweet pussy feel ... NOW!” he growled out dominantly.

I jerked forward and began kissing him unrestrained. Our mouths still had delicious remnants of our blood, allowing my lips to savor the coppery sweet flavor. He tasted so damn delicious.

Using up the last bit of control I had over my inner walls, considering I too was on the brink of the most intense orgasm I have ever felt, I clenched my inner walls every time Jareth lifted me upwards. Within mere moments, our flood gates were opened, and I was filled with Jareth’s hot emulsion as we both crested together as one.

We fell back together onto the disheveled sheets, the stimulating scent of perspiration and sex permeating the air. Jareth remained deep inside me as we lay in each other’s arms; my fingers were lightly charting his strong arms as he tenderly stroked my back.

“That. Was. Fucking. Amazing!” I gasped breathlessly.

Pretty sure I was sporting a permanent grin at the moment.

Jareth chuckled. “I am glad I was able to please you love,” he said affectionately.

In an instant, I felt Jareth harden within me again.

He arched his eyebrow wickedly.

“Time for round two?” he roguishly queried as his fingers began to circle my nub, eliciting a throaty moan from my lips.

Oh, God, yes!

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When I woke up the next evening, yes, I said evening, my friends, I was bursting with utter bliss and happiness. I blushed as I gazed over at Jareth softly, snoring beside me. A peaceful smile donned his soft lips. We made love numerous times over the last 24 hours. We would stop briefly in between, for blood pouches and wine, in order to replenish the energy we had spent during our bouts of pleasuring each other. Even still, we would manage to find ways to stroke and caress each other’s undressed physiques. We even made love as we washed in his Jacuzzi tub in the adjoining bathroom en-suite. We were insatiable.

It turns out; vampires have extremely enormous libidos and stamina.

Fact.

Can I get a Hell yeah!?

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Being one with Jareth in such a complete way felt as if we were made for one another. Our bonding filled me with peace, knowing that we had been given the gift of being able to spend an eternity together, loving each other as we do now. Despite everything that had happened to me, I believed that I was where I was destined to be.

Nothing could change this fact.

Fates be damned.

I was happy and intended to stay this way forever.

I know it may seem off-putting that I was so quickly accepting of Jareth being a vampire as well as Shay and Astrid being witches, but ironically it didn’t overwhelm me as much as I would have thought. I’m sure that despite my obliviousness to the existence of the supernatural world, there had to be some part of me that still retained an awareness, even if consciously I didn’t. I mean hell, me from my latter timeline had sought out the help of a witch, for Christ’s sake. I obviously knew something regarding the mystic realm. I was now a vampire, but I knew I’d be OK. Jareth’s love enveloped me in the security that I was, in fact, safe with my newly found existence.

Sometime during one of our meal sessions, I remembered to get a hold of my girls, Shay and Astrid. I called them and assured them that I was okay. I also apologized to them both for my volatile behavior. I mean shit, I tried to eat Astrid. Where do I even begin to make it up to her?

Ish ...

Despite their easy forgiveness, I still felt a heavy blanket of guilt and planned on making it up to them with more than mere words. The three of us spoke for a while, shed a few tears, and I love yous before our call ended with the promise that I would really love to see them in person. Hopefully, sooner than later. The girls readily appreciated the underlying meaning of postponing our visit a few days. They were well aware that it definitely had to do with mine and Jareth’s amazing sexcapades, which I may or may not have enlightened them about.

“Good morning, my love.” A sleepy-eyed Jareth whispered in my ear as he tenderly stroked my arm.

“Good evening, you mean, my love.” I teased as I gently leaned over, brushed his tousled pale blond locks back, revealing those intense cobalt eyes, and lovingly kissed him.

Looking at Jareth’s flawless face, I was resolute more than ever that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, was going to get in the way of my happiness again. I was a vampire. I was stronger and deadlier than most predators now. God help Dasha if she tries to get in my way this time; because this time ... I’d be ready.

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