Letters to Romeo.

Chapter 313 - Throes of passion

To think that the woman he loved was affected by him. The people in the past didn't matter anymore, now that he had someone who genuinely loved him.

Melanie's chest heaved a little as she tried to catch her breath from their shared kiss. Having never been touched like this before, her body was quickly heating up and listening to every whisper of his touch on her skin.

She felt him move his hand behind her back, and she stepped closer before standing on the tip of her toes, seeking his lips.

Simon gladly leaned in and captured her lips, sucking it between his own lips, and he heard her moan. With one single movement, he unhooked her bra and used both his hands to hook his fingers on the straps of her bra before pulling it away from her. His hands then reached for the side zip on her skirt. Pulling back, he stared into her eyes while pulling the zipper down, and it fell on her feet.

Melanie squeezed her legs on feeling Simon's heated eyes rake through her upper body, and he said,

"It is only a mystery how you don't have a boyfriend. It is not everyday you find a woman with a mouth like yours and..." his words trailed, letting her fill in the blanks. "Someone's loss was my fortune."

"You know what they say," said Melanie, letting her back hit the wall again. "Sometimes you go through many bad things before you find something good."

"I couldn't agree more," he hummed in response.

The smile on Simon was back as the corner of his lip pulled upward, and he scooped her in his arms, hoisting her before letting her back press on the cold wall. Melanie quickly grasped his shoulders to balance herself.

"Don't worry. I won't drop you," Simon promised her, and he kissed her again until she was left breathless.

Though they had only been kissing until now, Melanie's body was high on desire wanting to be touched more by Simon. With her legs parted and wrapped around Simon's waist, she could only imagine how the rest of their evening would unfold. And the thought had her dizzy.

Simon carried her to a room she presumed to be his bedroom. The lighting here was soft on the eyes and somewhere even dreamy. Coming to the edge of the bed, he dropped her on the bed, and Melanie felt herself bounce.

The smile on Simon's lips had slipped, and he watched her every move, drinking in her appearance. His ears were in tune with every gasp and the skip of her heartbeat now.

He prowled towards her, placing his hand on the bed and the next hand forward like a lion, while Melanie moved back to make more room before stopping herself at the centre of the bed with him coming to hover above her.

Simon's lips fell on Melanie's neck, and he left a trail of kisses on the column of her neck. Somewhere he was tempted to take another bite, but he didn't want to be greedy. His blood lust could wait today. It was the first time he had ever brought a girl who was not his friend, and secretly deep in his heart, he was thrilled to have Melanie here with him.

A sigh escaped from Melanie's lips when Simon's lips pressed on her shoulder. Her eyes closed, lost in the feelings that Simon offered to her. Her back arched when his lips continued to trail near one of her breasts while he brought one of his hands to place it on the curve of her breast.

"Ah...!" a quick gasp escaped from her lips when Simon flicked his tongue on the tip of her breast. Her back arched from the bed on another flick of his tongue before he covered her tip with his mouth.

Melanie had never felt anything remotely close to this feeling, and it drove her mind wild enough that her body shook.

When she was about to bring her legs to close, to relieve the pleasure that was building between them, Simon placed his leg in between it, stopping her from closing it.

"Not so soon, darling," Simon whispered on her breast, and she felt the icy coldness caused by his words. "There's so much to feel. Don't worry, I will take care of it in time," came his teasing words with a serious glint in his eyes.

Melanie's eyes had opened, and when they met his eyes, where his head was positioned near her chest, she saw his tongue peek out and with a languid motion, he licked the tip of her breast.

Holy crap, thought Melanie in her mind, feeling her blood rush south and between her legs. She doubted she could withhold her need to bring at least some friction because she knew she would lose herself.

Simon was a demon in every form and word. He knew exactly what to do and how to behave to show how he was going to love her for the next coming days of their lives.

Another moan left Melanie's lips when he tenderly bit her tip, switching his mouth from one breast to another so that he gave equal attention to them. He squeezed her breast in his hand while he sucked the other until she was a moaning mess. Melanie's hands twisted the sheets. Simon let go of her breast, and he then ran his hands on either side of her body, feeling the dip and curve before it came and settled on her underwear.

Simon's lips trailed down Melanie's body, leaving kisses as he moved and worshipping her just as he believed she was supposed to be loved. Her stomach dipped when his lips kissed her there.

He didn't take off her undergarment right away. Instead, he teased her. His index finger playfully ran around the band of her underwear, and he heard the way her heart shook and murmured. He dipped his finger inside, running it across her skin, and there was an evident blush on Melanie's face even though she tried hard to hide and be bold with him.

Pulling it away, he rushed her covered wet core with the back of his hand. He was rewarded with Melanie's body tightening and her legs pressing on the bed while her toes tried to curl in reaction.

Melanie only grew wetter under his ministrations when Simon continued to torture her. She whined, "Simon!"

"Yes, my love? Do you want some more of it?" he asked innocently, and he brushed his hand once again, this time much more torturously, and he heard Melanie's frustration. "Maybe you prefer something else?"

Melanie felt her heart skip a beat further than the rest when Simon coyly placed his two fingers on her core, separated by the flimsy wet fabric.

"So wet," murmured Simon, and Melanie right now wanted to hide her face. She covered her face with both her hands. "You do not have to be embarrassed, Mel. I feel the same way as you do."

Melanie slowly pulled her hands away from her face, finding him already looking at her. Simon leaned in, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her to sit upright, face to face.

There was something about Simon that drew her in. Making her succumb in front of him, sometimes speechless, sometimes breathless. She placed her own hands on his naked shoulders, running them from one end to another while feeling the firmness under her touch.

Her eyebrows furrowed when her eyes fell on his chest, and she said, "I thought vampires healed..."

There were little scars on Simon's chest, and she heard him say, "Not every scar heals when you turn from human to vampire."

At his words, Melanie's heart squeezed, and she wondered if his family were monsters. How could one inflict pain until it left scar?

"I don't like your family," murmured Melanie, and Simon chuckled at her words.

"I don't either. But I think I will love the family I will have next," his green eyes stared into hers, and she smiled.

Melanie pushed Simon, making him lay down on the bed, and he curiously looked at her.

Her fingertips ran down to feel his taut chest. Pushing her hair on one side of her shoulder, she leaned forward and kissed the scars on her chest. She pressed her lips, not pulling away immediately and letting the love flow before moving to the next scar.

Peppering some more kisses, her head moved lower, and it took her two seconds of fumbling with the button of Simon's jeans before she unbuttoned it. He helped her in getting it off his legs, leaving him in his boxers while she was in her underwear.

With Melanie, who didn't have experience, Simon didn't want her to push herself even though she looked like she wanted to please him. If it was another woman, he would have let it be, but this wasn't any person. Getting up, he caught hold of Melanie's wrists and quickly pulled her before rolling them to switch their positions.

Melanie couldn't look away from Simon's piercing gaze, and she felt him press her hands on the surface of the bed.

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