A couple of months went by, and each one of us was living a content 'dead' life. Except for Stacey, she thankfully stayed mortal and did not want to be immortal and young for eternity.

Pity.

Nicoli decided to move out of our house since he thought we, and by that, I mean me and Talia, needed alone time. I suppose he had enough of us kissing every morning in the kitchen.

The small yet comfortable house near the lake we once visited together, Nicoli owned. Stacey and him got awfully close, and sparks of fancying appeared.

At first, Talia was sorrowful; however, she saw what was happening between the two of them, so she had a really long conversation with Stacey and let her go live with Nicoli.

We visited them multiple times, as they did us. Their house is covered in white and has a vintage touch to it. Many arched black windows were placed around the house. The inside has an entirely different aesthetic. Numerous chandeliers hung, beige colors splashed on walls, and long curtains hung in every room with windows. Furniture was a mix of antique and modern pieces. The living room had a leather couch, a large rug, and a vintage coffee table. The staircase was carpeted and the walls were adorned with intricate paintings.

To put it briefly, it's almost exactly our house, but with opposite colors.

Stacey focused her career on singing and playing the guitar. She's currently playing every weekend in an old bar in our town.

Nicoli is still keeping his distance from unknown mortals, however, he briefly mentioned that he'd like to learn to cook different meals and that taking cooking lessons is something he thinks about attending.

And as for us...

I played the last note that was marked on the new music sheet I created not long ago. It has a long journey before it's perfection, but the melody sounds excellent to my ears already.

I closed the fallboard and wandered the hall to Talia's sculpture room. I opened the door and saw her concentrate on the sculpture ahead of her. Her work was far from finished, but it started to look promising.

I shifted behind her, massaging her stiffened shoulders.

"Who's this lady supposed to be?" I wondered, looking at the face of the unknown woman.

"My mother." She answered, turning her head behind me to meet my eyes. She then smiled.

The woman had a smile carved on her face and sharp cheek bones that were hard to miss. She must have been a beautiful woman.

"I think it's time for you to take a break. You've been working since the morning." I said, brushing the top of my hand against her cheek.

She captured my hand and kissed it. I immediately placed my hand under her thighs and lifted her into my arms.

"What are you doing?! Nooo! Let me finish the eyes at least, hmm?" Talia's forehead creased as she pouted.

I ignored her whining and swiftly walked my way to our room upstairs. I set her down on the velvet couch and shifted to the closet to find her clean clothes, as the ones she had on were covered in dirt.

"You should take a shower. Your whole arms and thighs are dirty." I said, pointing to her arms with my finger.

Her eyes were strangely attached to me, focusing more on my lips.

She agreed with me and took a long shower, leaving me alone for several minutes.

The door opened, and I was glad I wasn't standing but sitting down because she wasn't wearing the piece of clothing I chose for her.

Her breasts were covered in a deep red, laced pushup bra. It was a match set with her panties that caught my attention next. My eyes were dropping down and back up repeatedly.

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I spread out my legs, shifting in my place. I clutched the edge of the couch, digging my claws inside the wooden part of it.

Talia seductively marched toward me, dropping gracefully down to her knees. Her long hair fell in slow motion.

I sensed how my breath had quickened. My sight focused on her plump chest and her lovely curves. She was my sweet punishment.

She moved her head up with a desperate look. "Please just touch me...I need to be touched." She softly said, grabbing my knee.

I stood up, indicating with my finger for her to stand up as well.

Her breathing was insanely fast, and her face reddened. Perfect...

I took a step forward, but she took a step back. I tilted my head, studying her almost-naked body. I took two steps forward, and that caught her off guard. Her back slammed against the table, startling her.

I gripped her waist and lifted her onto the table. First, I teased her carefully. I dragged my finger across the inside of her thigh, stopping at the entrance of her heat.

Her imploring look and quivering mouth told me how much she craved me.

"I want to skin you with my tongue," I whispered against her ear, slipping my fingers back at the entrance of her heat.

Her thighs smashed together, and a loud moan escaped her mouth.

I hovered over her, making her crash her back against the wall. I curled my fingers into a fist that landed next to her head.

Our eyes met, her wine-red eyes staring into mine. I grinned, moving my face closer to her throat. I connected my lips to her cold skin, kissing it slowly and passionately. Traveling then further down, placing quick kisses on her collarbone. My lips moved to the lobe between her neck and shoulder bone, and my fangs carefully scraped her skin until I saw a small purple bruise appear.

Talia's hand was wrapped around the ends of my hair, pulling it as she wasn't able to suppress the excitement building inside.

I rubbed my fingers against her heat, making her back arch. Her hands gripped the back of my dark red shirt. I was making slow, circling movements, smiling against her open mouth, full of loud whimpers coming out. I collided her lips with mine, breaking into her mouth with my tongue. Searching for hers, trying to seal them together as one.

Talia's body was trembling with pleasure and lust that had built up from the moment we met. All those desires are now fulfilled. A burst of dopamine is rushing through our body simultaneously.

Talia suddenly clutched my shoulders, tossing me across the room onto the bed. Our bodies, attached like magnets as she fell onto me.

Just then, I noticed her flushed cheeks, large pupils, and lower lip quivering. Her chest was going up and down without a break, and she had heavy breath. "Oh my," I murmured.

I captured her hips as the corner of my mouth turned up. "Press your hips into me," I said.

She did as I told her, and her eyes kept analyzing my face.

"Strip," I commanded.

Her hands traveled to the clasps of the bra and quickly undid them. I reached my hand towards the falling strap, grabbing it and pulling the whole bra from her body into the floor.

A very pleasant view was ahead of me.

Her hands suddenly trailed to the buttons on my shirt. She hurriedly unbuttoned them, revealing my chest.

My whole being was burning in flames, pulsing with lust. Lust for her.

Her eyes pierced through mine before they darkened. I saw a glance of wildness in them. The craving she has been pushing away all the time.

Her hips began to move at a rhythmical pace, not letting her eyes break from mine. With each wave of movement, I thought I couldn't feel better, yet I did. Her movements began to be quicker and stronger, like she was about to burst with ecstasy.

I crossed her plan and rolled her onto her back, which left her completely breathless.

"Suffer for a little more," I said in a deep, settled tone.

I spread her legs apart, licking my way down the inside of her thigh. "P-Pleas-ee," she whined under her breath.

I shifted my head up to look at her again, and I saw the hopeless look splashed on her face.

"This bed will be scattered to pieces, sweetheart," I warned, and then chuckled.

I buried my head back down, tracing my lips above the hem of her panties, slowly dragging them down while holding eye contact. Her eyes widen, and her lower lip, clenched between her teeth.

With gentleness, I pressed my lips against the entrance of her heat. Her body reacted to my touch immediately. Her loud moans rumbled through the walls of the dark room.

I continued until I heard her scream. Until she said my name a million times under her breath. Until her body was trembling with pleasure, until her thighs barricaded the side of my head.

Until I knew I made her feel good.

She tried to catch her breath, throwing her hands beside her head like it was the last time she experienced this feeling.

I crawled on top of her naked body like a serpent. I held my body up, staring at her beautiful face and licking my lips.

"The night only began, love!" I declared, then kissed her under the jawline, with her claws bore into my back.