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They kissed with an intensity that made them forget everything else. Nate's lips were firm, demanding, and when he parted them to slide his tongue inside, Alice responded without hesitation, tangling hers with his in a fiery game filled with restrained hunger. Their tongues searched and explored, brushing and teasing, while their hands roamed every inch of each other's bodies, desperate for contact.
Nate's hands slid down the length of Alice's legs until they reached beneath her dress. With an almost instinctive motion, he toyed lightly with the elastic of her underwear, provoking an involuntary shiver from her. Alice broke the kiss for a moment, resting her forehead against Nate's, panting with a nearly imperceptible breath; she didn't need air, but feeling Nate so fierce and determined thrilled her in an inevitable way. Since he had turned, he had always been tender with her, but now he showed a wilder side, and that made her tremble.
With a graceful motion, Alice shifted and swung her leg over him, straddling him as he sat on the edge of the bed. The movement let her feel the firmness of her partner, the pressure of his body, and the intensity of his desire. Nate gazed at her with his burning, hungry red eyes; Alice couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Before, when they had been together while he was still human, she had to hold back too much; now, with both transformed, she felt as though their roles had been reversed.
Urgently, Nate slid his hands along her back, pulling her closer. Alice let herself be guided, lost in the lust they shared. Nate moved his lips from hers to her cheek, leaving a trail of damp kisses before slowly descending to her neck, planting soft kisses that resonated through the room. Alice closed her eyes, burying both hands in Nate's hair, pulling gently at the soft strands while a low, constant moan escaped her lips, fueling her partner's intensity.
Giving in to desire, Alice dragged her hands down Nate's back, scratching hard. Her marks, though fierce, barely left faint traces on his skin. Feeling her intensity, Nate bit into her neck with passion—hard enough for her to feel it, but without hurting her. Alice let out a small cry, surprised, but with renewed lust, she pushed his bare torso, forcing him against the bed.
The bed frame creaked loudly under the impact, but Nate wasn't surprised. Alice gave him a mischievous smile before crashing back into his mouth. Nate wasted no time; with a swift motion, he flipped her beneath him, pinning her down, holding both her arms above her head with one hand. Alice was startled to realize she couldn't move, but the sensation only excited her further.
With his free hand, Nate traced every curve of Alice's body over her dress, feeling the firmness of her thighs. His hand slid upward slowly, brushing teasingly at her entrance with a brief movement that made Alice bite her lip in anticipation. His touch continued past her stomach and up to her breasts; with his finger, sharp as a claw, he undid the buttons of her neckline one by one, exposing her bra. He then continued to her face, running his thumb over her lips. Alice, restrained and glowing from stimulation, parted her mouth just slightly and let his thumb slip inside, sucking lightly before Nate withdrew it with tenderness, leaving soft kisses on its tip, nearly lost in the ecstasy of the foreplay.
Alice looked at Nate with pleading eyes. He, unwilling to make her wait, slid that same hand down to her thighs, slipping beneath her dress. With slow, deliberate movements, he explored between her underwear, teasing her folds and coaxing small, muffled moans as Alice writhed faintly. Spreading her legs wider, Nate began to slide his fingers inside her one by one, setting a steady, growing rhythm that drove Alice to move her hips in sync with his hand, surrendering completely to the shared sensation.
Nate watched her, drinking in the way she gave herself over to the experience, while the arousal beneath his pants grew impossible to hide. Alice, still moaning, turned her head to look at him, noticing the bulge straining against his clothes, filling her with anticipation. With one knee braced on the bed, Nate released her arms and explored more freely, caressing her breasts while his other hand continued to work her, feeling the intense connection between them.
Still twisting from pleasure, Alice, now freed, let her hands rush down to Nate's pants. Her fingers found his belt, and with a decisive tug, she tore it apart, releasing some of the tension. She looked into Nate's eyes between ragged breaths and muffled moans, her expression pleading, almost begging. Nate stared back, his breathing labored, eyes gleaming as he caught every signal of her desperation. With a swift, firm gesture, he ripped away the rest of his pants, lost in the fiery bond uniting them.
His hands didn't stop; they roamed Alice's dress, and with one fierce pull, he tore it away, leaving her chest bare. Alice, with a nearly frantic impulse, ripped off her own bra, while Nate shredded his own underwear in his urgency to feel her. The air in the room thickened with gasps and ragged breaths. With Nate completely naked and Alice only in panties, she clung to him tightly, holding him as if they were one, their lips meeting in kisses charged with urgency and restrained desire. Every movement was intense, every contact electrifying, and both lost themselves in the sensation, forgetting the world around them.
Alice wrapped her legs around Nate's hips, moving quickly, and he, following her rhythm, tore at the waistband of her underwear, yanking it aside. Their bodies joined in a single thrust, as if every curve and muscle had been designed to fit perfectly together. Alice let out a cry of surprise and pleasure as Nate finally entered her, her hands digging deeper into his back, leaving temporary marks of her desire. Their synchronization was total: ragged breaths, moans mixing together, and hands exploring in a fervor that seemed endless. Nate held her firmly as she surrendered completely to the intensity of the moment, each motion fusing need and desire in one shared instant.
Inside her, their bodies moved with perfect rhythm, each thrust and brush filling the room with the sharp sounds of flesh colliding. Alice's moans blended with Nate's labored breaths, both voices broken by the force and speed of their movements. Feeling her complete surrender, Nate began to quicken his pace, letting passion consume them without restraint. The bed groaned beneath them, the frame straining to hold as each impact grew stronger.
Clinging to Nate, Alice pressed her head to his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the intensity. Her breath came fast and shallow, lips parting only to let out soft moans that stoked her partner's voracity. When the climax neared, she moved with more abandon, following Nate's pace and answering each thrust with her own.
Nate, attuned to every reaction, bit hard into her shoulder, leaving faint cracks on her soft skin. Alice cried out, locking her legs tightly around him and giving herself over completely, reaching her climax in shuddering waves that united body and mind in overwhelming passion.
With her still trembling from release, Nate, still hungry, gripped her legs and lifted her forcefully, the sudden motion stirring the air around them. In a single surge, he pinned her against the wall; the wood groaned and thundered under the impact, resonating through the room. The press of Nate's body against hers made her shudder instantly, and, giving in, he continued to thrust with unstoppable force. Each crash shook the wall like a tremor, and the room pulsed with the rhythm of their bodies.
Alice, utterly overcome, could only claw at the wall, feeling every grain of wood against her skin as she struggled to stay upright, matching Nate's frantic pace. Their ragged breaths filled the air, their closeness intensifying every movement. Nate, feeling release close, squeezed her legs tighter and, with wild abandon, drove himself harder, building to a near-unbearable peak.
Alice's legs trembled, barely holding, when Nate's climax tore from him in a guttural groan. She could hardly react, feeling every surge inside her, her body arching with each sensation. Nate let himself be carried by orgasm for a brief moment, reveling in its intensity. But Alice, refusing to yield, shoved Nate with surprising force, separating him and sending him stumbling to his feet, breathing harshly, eyes blazing with desire.
Stunned by her audacity, Nate began to approach slowly. Alice, with a playful, defiant smile, turned her back on him, pressing her hands firmly against the wall. Urgently, Nate pressed his body to hers, muscles taut beneath his skin, entering her again, gripping her hips tightly as he continued his frenzied thrusts.
Each movement was a clash of bodies, a rhythm that made the wall and floor shake beneath them. Alice's cries filled the room, mixing with Nate's deep growls, their movements, grips, and intensity transforming every instant into a wild game of strength and desire.
Alice, her face pressed to the wall, felt each thrust drive her deeper. Nate, with both hands on her hips, slid one up to her shoulder, reinforcing his grip and increasing his speed. Alice felt as though she was being split in two, her fingers piercing through the wall itself as she reached climax again. Nate, still holding her, pulled her down this time onto the floor, where they continued for hours, the house barely withstanding each crash of flesh and Alice's shouted moans.
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Neither of them knew exactly how much time had passed. The world seemed reduced only to the sensation of their entwined bodies, the frantic rhythm that bound them, and the shuddering orgasms that wracked them. Alice, still panting with parted lips, reached her climax once more. The glow in her eyes was pure surrender, though her mind had only just begun to register something strange.
Nate, still above her, suddenly felt a searing burn in his throat. It was as if the very air had turned into liquid fire, scorching him from within. The pleasure vanished at once, replaced by a raw, savage hunger impossible to control.
Alice blinked, her gaze still blurred with pleasure, until she noticed the tension in Nate's face. She placed a trembling hand on his cheek, trying to draw him toward her.
"What's wrong?" she murmured in a broken voice.
But he didn't answer. His eyes, darkened to a fierce, bloody shade, barely managed to focus on her before he pulled away abruptly. With an almost feral motion, he rose from the floor and lunged toward the backpack Alice had left in the corner. His hands moved clumsily, desperately, until he found the blood bags. The sound of tearing plastic filled the room, followed by the unsettling rush of red liquid sliding down his throat with ravenous greed.
Alice sat up slowly, wrapping her naked body in the torn sheet. A burning itch began to climb in her own throat, forcing her to hold her breath not to give in to instinct. She watched silently, still calming from all they had shared, as Nate drank bag after bag, until at last the final empty wrapper fell at his feet.
The silence that followed was suffocating. Nate panted heavily, his hands stained, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His throat felt satisfied, yet he couldn't ignore the brutality of the urge that had consumed him. Almost automatically, he wiped his mouth with a scrap of his shredded pants on the floor. He collapsed onto the broken bed, his eyes distant, his mind caught between relief and guilt.
Alice, moving softly, approached and sat beside him. Wrapped in the sheet, her silhouette seemed fragile, almost ethereal, but the tenderness in her gestures carried unyielding strength. She leaned into him, resting her head gently against his bare chest. Nate exhaled slowly, as though that warmth dispelled the shadows haunting him. His arms wrapped around her instinctively, pulling her closer with a need deeper than any physical desire.
They stayed like that, lying amidst the ruins of the bed, clinging to each other as though that closeness were the only refuge against hunger, guilt, and uncertainty