He grabbed her and pushed her back onto the desk with her hands behind her and her wrists bounded with her drawstring back hitting the ground with a thunk. Charlotte bent over the desk edge and struggled against his body before leaning her cheek down on the cool desk to try and look back at him. She waited for him to enter her, but he slid his dick between her thighs and started pounding away.
The friction was too strong for her, and she couldn't hold in the moans that were slipping out her lips since he was hitting her in all the right places. Pushing back against him to try and grind on his dick at a different angle, and she started panting when the slick sounds coming them mimicking the sounds of sex sounded so dirty.
Flipping her over so that they were face to face, he kept at the pace, and she was yearning for him to enter her. She slid a hand up to his forehead, and he was truly burning up. They needed to finish fast if she didn't want him to collapse on her. Vincent leaned down and sucked on her nipples that were beaded from the arousal and cold air.
Arching her back she bit down the cry of pleasure when she climaxed and clutched onto Vincent as he continued to pound away. His muscles seemed to come to life all in motion as it was working into her body, and his arms that were holding her above the desk so that she wouldn't touch the desk directly.
Vincent suddenly bit into her neck when he came all over her thighs, the splash of hot liquid wet and slipping down her legs, and Charlotte hissed out a groan from the pain and the pleasure as he sucked her blood while still coming down from her high. Their skin was slick and sticky against one another, and he gave her one last lick on her neck before falling to his knees.
With a startled yelp, Charlotte fell with him, but he stopped her with her being able to catch her balance and him on the ground. He was still on his knees, and she placed a hand on his warm cheeks that were slowly cooling to see if he was okay. Vincent laid his head on her shoulder while she patted his back.
He blinked up at her, and she watched as the gold disappeared from his eyes into a pure dark midnight blue color that she welcomed and smiled. "Why didn't you enter me?"
Vincent kissed her hands that he had clenched on so tightly they were bruised. "Not right now."
She sighed and knew that it wasn't the time to psychoanalyze anything since they were both only running on their instincts rather than functioning purely on decisions. Charlotte kissed his chin. "You're saying that you don't want to touch me?"
He growled. "That won't ever happen in this lifetime. I would hate for you to live in danger while you are with me."
Charlotte smirked. "Vigilantes first then?"
"That's the deal, angel."
"Then we have a deal," she murmured.
He stood up and scrunched his nose. "It smells like death in here."
Charlotte slipped the black dress that she tossed over to the side back over her head. "It came from you and will only be worse when you walk out. Speaking of which, I have a lot of questions for you."
Vincent shrugged on his button-up shirt. "Shoot."
It was funny to watch them both clean themselves up from their frisky rendezvous, and she ran a hand through her hair. "What did the vigilante use to hurt you? I didn't think that the vigilantes were capable of doing this kind of damage."
"It was from an acidic axe or something along those lines. Vampires aren't allergic to silver or garlic as one would assume. That vigilante slipped away, unfortunately," Vincent muttered.
Charlotte frowned after hearing that fact. If that vigilante was still out there, then that person was capable of severely damaging Vincent again. "I'm assuming that you and Stone were able to get all the information within the safe house that you all needed?"
"Yes, we are all good on that part. We got most of the information into hard drives, but everyone had been scattered, so we will have to lay low for a little bit. But it was as you had assumed earlier that at the safehouse there wasn't even new information about vigilantes, but only a bait that the vigilantes threw out to get all the vampires to gather in one area to take out as many of us as possible."
"I see," she murmured. "So what is the plan now?"
Vincent helped Charlotte zip up the back of the dress that she couldn't reach in the process of taking it off earlier, and he spun her back around. "You smell different."
"Do I?" she pondered. "Oh, this is Lucia's dress. I met her along the way, and she showed me how to navigate the outer ring. She made a deal with me to get a life outside of the outer ring, and I would like to fulfill it."
Vincent nodded. "It may take a bit with the tensions right now. Stone had another safe house that we are going to go to for a little while with some others. I don't remember if he contacted them or not."
Charlotte nodded. "He did on the tracker. How long will we have to lay down low for?"
"Maybe a week or two for now until the vampires that had been lost and ran off had been all identified."
"That should be fine."