"Don't look at yourself for so long, or you'll fall in love!" I giggled, and he immediately looked at me, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly went at me, so I didn't have a choice but to go back until I was pressed to the wall. He put his hands on both sides of my head, his face right in front of mine, his cologne, and scent tickling my nose. Markus put his face closer to mine, leaving me no chance for escape.
"You can't fall in love with anyone else if you're already in love with someone," he whispered to my lips, then put his head down and bit my neck. I screamed from sudden pain, knowing no one could hear us. Markus straightened up, looked into my eyes, and smirked, while I felt something running down from the bite place down to the hollow between my breasts. I looked down to see a red bloodstream. But before I looked up at Markus, seeing my blood on his fangs and lips, and with an attempt to ask anything about that behavior of him, he just leaned closer and started licking my blood from the hollow between my breasts up to the mark from his fangs on my neck.
Markus stopped at it, slightly tickling my neck with his tongue, then he greedily bit my neck, his sharp fangs broke my skin and my blood poured into his mouth in the same way the wine poured into his glass. I screamed from pain and pleasure again, his hands slipped down to my waist, so he hugged me, and pressed me tightly to his body, making greedy gulps of my blood. He never warns me before he's going to drink my blood, each time throwing my whole body in excitement.
His left hand moved down from my waist to my left leg, he lifted it and pressed it to his hip. I hugged his waist tighter, threw my head back, and led him to drink enough of my blood to satisfy his inner desire and thirst. After a few minutes, my head started spinning and that was the time for him to stop. Markus felt it with his body, so he took his fangs out of my neck and started kissing it, licking the leftovers of my blood and throwing my trembling body into shivers.
"Each time it's harder and harder to stop…" he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe. I screamed again, and he pressed my body tighter to his, "Your screams make it even harder…"
"Should I moan to completely turn you on?" I whispered to his lips, then unzipped his tie and simply stole it, squeezing it in my hand. He noticed it as soon as I squeezed my hand in a fist. Markus bit my earlobe again, enjoying my scream.
"Would you please put the tie back in its place?" he asked, licking the back of my ear. I closed my eyes and simply moaned, wrapping his neck tighter and not giving his tie back. He started kissing the back of my ear, leaving kisses all along the way to my neck. Then, when his hands slipped down to my butt and started lifting the skirt of my dress, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
"Throw it off…" I pleased, then pressed him tighter to himself and started kissing his neck. He moaned, lifting my skirt while taking out the phone with his other hand. He turned on the call and pressed the phone to his ear, while I continued kissing his neck, tickling it with my tongue, and tasting his skin. I heard some familiar voice on the other side of the phone. Kristof.
"Markus, I got the news about the bloody banks as you asked me in the nightclub. We need to discuss it as soon as possible!" Kristof said with his serious voice.
I bit the skin on his neck, so Markus almost moaned to the phone, but managed to control his voice, so Kristof heard nothing. I will not forgive him for this behavior with a call so easily, so I started zipping off his pants with one hand, caressing his muscles under his shirt with my other hand. Furthermore, I will pay for that behavior as well, but that's exactly what I was asking for.
"You need to come to me as soon as possible if it's urgent." Markus said to the phone, then grabbed my arms and pressed both of them over my head with one hand, holding his phone in his other one, then he put his knee between my legs, leaving me no chance of escape.
"I'll be at yours tomorrow," Kristof said and broke the call, so Markus turned off his phone and put it into the pocket, then looked at me. His eyes narrowed, and a joyful smirk appeared on his lips.
"Wanted to expose me in front of Kristof?" he squeezed my hands tighter with his right hand, while his left one was wandering on my body. I pouted my lips.
"How could you take up a phone, having such beauty on your side? Now you lost it…" I defiantly turned my head away and pouted my lips harder, trying to not look at him. Markus just smirked.
"My bad… Let me bring it back…" he leaned closer to me and started kissing my clavicles. I was still pouting my lips, pretending his kisses weren't working on me, so in a few minutes he stopped and looked into my eyes, "Hm. Not working?"
"Nope, it's even colder than the icicle," I turned my head at him and looked at his vanishing smirk.
~Markus~
I let go of her hands, took my knee from between her thighs, and straightened up, putting the untied shirt collar to their places, seeing her straightening up and slipping her dress skirt down with a rustling sound. She put half of her maroon hair on her bare shoulders, and her astonishing flowers' cologne caught my nose. It was always something more in her scent I couldn't understand, something supernatural, almost inhuman.
I took her hand and put it up, whirled her around, so her silk dress skirt was dancing leaving a rustling sound after its dance, then pressed her against my body, looking into her eyes.
"I still owe you a treat for your perfect work at the training, and I'm pretty sure, it can melt the icicle…" I kissed her pouted lips and smiled, "I just need to know, can you drive a car or not?"
"I can" she answered shortly, still pouting her lips and pretending she's offended. I smiled. She can't trick me like that, but I somehow like this game.
"Good. Then, let's go…" I took her hand and was about to leave when she stopped me.
"Dinner is in two hours, remember?" she arched an eyebrow. Annoyed.
"Yes," I took her in my arms and left the room, going straight to the elevator, then down to the garage without paying attention to anyone. However, the hallway was empty, with only a few guards on each door on this floor, and when I appeared, they started suddenly observing their shoes as if there was something they never noticed before. It made me chuckle, but only Aurora heard that and immediately looked at me.
"Huh?"
I haven't responded, caring her to the garage, and only when we entered it, put her on legs. She looked straight at me.
"What's now?" she asked, crossing her hands over her chest while observing all the cars in the garage. It took her a long few minutes to understand without my answer, "If I'm driving, I should choose a car, right?"
"Right," I took a bunch of keys from my pocket and held them in her direction. She looked at all the keys in my hand, then gently took them and started observing them all over again, as if choosing the best-looking key. But to my wonder, she was looking not at the keys, but their badges, selecting a car model. "Looking for something specific?"
"Mercedes," she picked five Mercedes keys and started wandering between the cars, looking for her favorite. I wonder, do we have the same tastes or not.
"Your favorite car model?" I asked, looking at her silk red dress skirt rustling on the floor and slightly touching car hoods.
"As well as yours," she stood right in front of a big car, took the awning away, pressed a button on a key, opened the car, and looked at me. She picked a black mate Mercedes-Benz AMG G 63 Mansory with G Wide Body Kit with panels and with black glossy CS.11 wheels. It was one of the newest Mercedes-Benz Models of Mansory edition and one of my favorites.
Her elegant fingers touched the new red Mansory logo, then she squeezed keys in her fingers.
"What a freaking monster!"
I chuckled, put my hands into my pockets, and slowly got close to her.
"Mercedes-Benz cars are the best cars. It's my passion," she smiled at my words, letting me watch her pouted lips curl into a smile. She was cute and elegant at the moment, making me believe I still have a lot to learn about her.
"And me?" she went straight to the driver's seat, still watching me with the back of her eye. I chuckled, still standing in my place and watching her slowly moving to the car door, her dress moving on her lithe body, her maroon hair shaking to different sides as if dancing on some inner rhythm.
"You're the passion off the list…" I opened a door and looked at her doing the same on the other side of the car, so we both got inside and took our seats, closed the doors, and looked at each other. She smiled at me, leaned closer, kissed my cheek, then turned back to her seat and started a car. Her hands weren't shaking, and her heartbeat was calm, however, I felt she was a little worried however she's trying to not show it by taking her body in control. I put my hand on her bare knee, trying to show her my support. She smiled and looked around to find the best way to drive away from the garage to not crash the other cars.
"I will try this way." She said as if to herself, then turned the steering wheel to the left side, and put some gas on. The car started driving to the left side, where there was a path enough for G-Wagen to drive out of the garage safely. Actually, it was another way on the right side, but it was a lot of cars on both sides of it, so it's understandable why she chose the safer path.