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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 48
Yours

“Ar trebui să poarte colierul mare de o zi,” Vlad told her in the limousine. You should wear the large necklace one day.
“Care dintre ele?” Lydia asked him, blushing a bit. Which one? His hair still smelled fantastic.
“Colier cu diamant carate douăzeci,” he replied, leaning into her and squeezing her thigh. The necklace with the twenty carat diamond.
Lydia stroked the top of his hand with the tips of her fingers, as if drawing circles. She looked down to admire his ring. “Nu am avut un motiv să-l poarte,” she said quietly. I haven't had a reason to wear it.
Vlad chuckled; it was a softer sound, almost a simple vibration. “Brățări, cercei, inel și sunt, de asemenea, plăcut. Tu ar trebui să poarte cei prea.” The bracelets, earrings, and ring are also pleasant. You should wear those too.
With a shrug, Lydia said, “Poate de ziua mea.” Maybe on my birthday. She moved her head up to look at him. That was when he kissed her lips. Lydia moved away from him, but certainly allowed him to grip her thigh. “Hey, you're a pretty scary guy, you know?”
“Hmmm ...” Vlad rubbed her nose with his, grinning. “Am presupus că era evident.” I assumed that was obvious.
“I think … I'm starting to like that,” Lydia confessed in a tone that was practically a whisper. “That manager was insane. He reminded me of a couple I saw on a reality TV show. I almost thought he'd bite my head off.”
“Ești amuzant uneori,” Vlad said. You're funny sometimes. He put his arms around her and kissed her again. “Vrei să mergi la o librărie?” Would you like to go to a bookstore?
“Why not?” Lydia nuzzled his hair and inhaled.
When they were browsing a bookstore's merchandise, Lydia found herself giggling because Vlad would pinch her backside every few minutes. Sometimes she responded by slapping his arm with a book, but she winked at him. They got a few interesting books, but Vlad seemed more concerned with randomly kissing her cheek or hand. At one point, he pulled on the collar of her turtleneck dress and tickled her side.
Once they were finished shopping, they went to the mansion. Mihai and Prudence were gone somewhere, probably having their own fun. Lydia decided to take a shower. She blow dried her hair and put on a soft cotton robe. She sat down with Vlad on a living room sofa to watch TV.
He pulled her onto his lap and kissed the nape of her neck. Lydia murmured something that was slurred, as if she was drugged. His hands slid under her robe and caressed her breast.
“Vlad … hmmm …” She started grinding against him.
“Da?” he whispered to her. Yes?
“Never mind ...” She forgot what she wanted to say. Vlad bit at her ear, just enough to keep her attention. Then his hand slid down her thigh. His fingertips teased her labia, making Lydia whine. Then he played with her clitoris.
“Vlad!” Lydia writhed on him, closing her eyes.
“Va geme pentru mine?” he said between kisses on her ear. Will you moan for me?
She was feeling a little jumpy. When he sunk his finger into her, Lydia pushed her fingertips into Vlad's legs and rocked her hips, letting out soft little sounds. He kept stroking her insides for a few moments, triggering lubrication. Then he removed his hand and pulled her rope off of her. Lydia tossed it onto the floor. Vlad simply undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear down, revealing his alert looking erection.
Lydia didn't waste time. She faced him and pushed herself onto his cock. He felt like he was reaching as far as he could into her muscles, deliciously thick.
As she ground her hips, her hands on his shoulders, she moaned at each repeated impalement, and she closed her eyes. Vlad's hand touched her hip, and the other gently pulled at her nipple. He was growling at her. He didn't sound human, but she wasn't afraid.
So much … so much … so much …
She pressed onto him extremely well.
Her toes curled, and she trembled.
“Ah ah ah ah … AH! Vlad!”
“I … am … yours to take ...” he managed to say, despite being distracted.
She had her orgasm then, screaming and moving her hips in an irregular way.
***
“Vlad,” Lydia said to him as they rested in his bed, nude and satisfied.
“Yes?” He hugged her from behind, lightly stroking her arm.
“Do you have any life goals?”
Vlad sighed and kissed her shoulder. He didn't answer immediately.
“Aren't you going to talk to me, Vlad?”
He pressed his smile into her skin. “I have done so many things. I have difficulty thinking of more.”
Lydia giggled. “Hey, did you ever drink coke back when it had cocaine in it?”
“I first tried Coca-Cola in nineteen-thirty, if my memory is correct,” Vlad told her, “but I never tried cocaine, because I noticed unpleasantness in users.”
Lydia adjusted her pillow. “Have you ever been a smoker?”
“I once had a habit of smoking cigars, but I stopped when I noticed my sense of taste becoming dull.”
“You were probably one of those people who make smoking look cool.” Lydia patted his hand. “Can a vampire get lung cancer?”
“I believe not, but smoking can still cause discomfort.”
She yawned and stretched the muscles in her legs. “I wonder why Claire stole that present on Christmas.”
“This is not the first time you have said that,” Vlad told her.
“It just bugs me. It was stupid.”
“Everyone has moments of stupidity, Lydia.”
***
“You think maybe we should try a new cafe sometime?” Ryan Street quietly asked her as they hung out in a public library the next day. They were looking at books about spiders.
“A new cafe?” Lydia thoughtfully said. “Hmmm … I dunno. What do you have in mind?”
Ryan opened up a book and looked at it. “I dunno either, but I'll look around for you.” He closed the book and put it back on the shelf.
Lydia shrugged and picked out a book that had a picture of a large tarantula on the cover. “Let me know when, I guess.”
“Did you do anything cool with your boyfriend lately?”
“He took me out to dinner, but the food never came and the manager was insane. So, we went somewhere else.”
Ryan crouched down to look at more books. “How was the manager crazy?”
“He threatened to call the police.”
“Some people are nuts,” Ryan said as he straightened up. “Your boyfriend has epic hair.”
Lydia smirked at him and folded her arms. “It's not just epic, it's fabulous.”
Ryan laughed a bit, but then he said, “He looks a bit old, you know? Good for him for keeping that epic hair.”
Lydia rolled her eyes.
He laughed again. “He looks pretty tough too, like a really cool gangster or spy villain who works out.”
“I never thought of him as a spy villain, gangster … maybe?” Lydia tapped a book with the pad of her finger.
“Is he a gangster?” Ryan asked, this time a little quieter.
“Not really,” answered Lydia. She felt someone walk by them. She turned her head to see, and so did Ryan, but he didn't seem to care much.
It was Brunhilde, and she didn't look back, didn't even say anything, like she hadn't noticed Lydia at all.
Why was Brunhilde here? Lydia got the feeling that she had wanted Lydia to notice her. Why else would Brunhilde walk by her?
Lydia looked back at Ryan with the best smile she could make. “Let's go get some hotdogs. My treat!”
***
Brunhilde found a book on politics and flipped through the pages. She wasn't really interested in the book. She was interested in the fact that the man Lydia was talking to was not a vampire. She was also interested in the fact that the man wasn't at all disturbed by her, as if he did not know her, which made sense since he was not a vampire.
She was suspicious, but he wasn't a vampire. She was absolutely certain.
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