Instantly, regardless of how tired she felt, she scrambled up the bed and moved to look at his back, where she indeed found fresh bruises—something that would have been impossible for her very human self.
For a full moment she couldn’t speak, but when she did, she couldn’t help the terrified expression on her face.
"I’m—I’m a vampire now?" she asked with a bewildered look, one closer to fear than anything else.
"You hate the thought of drinking blood that much?" Zyren asked her, which only made her fear spiral higher as she looked on the verge of collapsing from shock.
"You’re still human! One bonded to a vampire!" he responded, which made Aira look much more relieved than before as she continued to stare at him, waiting for more. She watched him turn around, scooting closer to where she knelt on the bed behind him.
She expected him to speak, only to feel him pull her closer, hard enough to make her fall completely onto him as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed.
"You’re still human," he whispered to her as he kissed her directly on the lips.
It was slow and soft before it became more passionate, until Aira pushed him away when it became obvious he wanted to take it further.
"You said I would get powers! Is this all I get?" she asked aloud, referring to whatever physical abilities she had, her expression clearly showing she wasn’t pleased in the slightest if that was the case.
"No! You should still get your ability," Zyren responded, his hands beginning to trace the curve of her back in a way that made her skin tingle, even though she did her best not to show it.
"It will come to you," he continued, as Aira frowned, taken aback by the sudden feeling of something she knew hadn’t been there before.
It was desire, yes—but at the same time she could have sworn it wasn’t her own. Her mind knew that, but her body didn’t, even as Zyren’s hands moved to her butt in a way that made her shift her hips forward, grinding against his already hard member.
"You can affect my thoughts!" she snapped at him, even as the desire she felt grew stronger, making her gasp as she sat on him, looking anywhere but into his eyes.
"Only if it’s something that doesn’t go against what you already feel!" he responded, clearly not denying that he could do such a thing.
"You don’t have to do anything. I can do all the work," he continued, only for Aira to snap again.
"Stop! STOP!" she shouted, and Zyren raised his hands away from her.
"I already did," he said, and Aira realized he had actually stopped—but that didn’t mean the desire she had assumed was hers had lessened.
It was enough to make her want to beg him to touch her breasts, and it didn’t help that her hips continued to grind gently against him as she felt him pulse between her legs.
But instead of acting on it, Aira slowly got up, gritting her teeth in anger as she moved to get off the bed completely.
This clearly pissed Zyren off; the red of his eyes darkened just slightly as Aira turned her back to him. He didn’t let her go, grabbing her and pulling her right onto his lap, raising her legs as he began to thrust slowly into her.
"Ahhhh!" Aira gasped with relief—mixed with annoyance. The truth was, she wanted it, but she also knew she shouldn’t. Allowing herself to enjoy it made her feel guilty, so it felt easier when Zyren made it seem like he was touching her against her will.
But Zyren knew this, and it infuriated him. He wanted Aira to willingly sleep with him, to call his name in pleasure as he thrust into her.
He pushed in just the tip, holding it there without going deeper, raising her legs in a way that let them look directly into each other’s eyes. She wondered why he had stopped.
Then he began to thrust again—agonizingly slowly—as she arched her back, rolling her eyes, only to hear him speak in a more commanding tone than she had ever heard from him.
"If you close your eyes or look away from me, I’ll pull out," he told her. Aira’s walls trembled as he continued his slow rhythm, her breaths coming in gasps.
It felt far more intimate than she wanted, but she could sense he wasn’t joking. If she looked away, he would stop. She could feel the subtle anger in his emotions as he moved inside her, ever so slowly.
It was infuriatingly slow. She gripped the sheets, willing him to go faster, lifting her hips in encouragement. His heated gaze never left hers as he began thrusting harder and faster.
Aira gasped, her eyes fluttering closed—only to feel him pause, pulling away before they shut completely. She opened them instantly, glaring at him, and he responded with an even harder thrust, almost toying with her.
She knew it was wrong, but had already decided there would be no next time. She might as well enjoy it now, since once she got her powers, she would go ahead with Liora’s plan to kill Zyren.
Her eyes fluttered shut again at the thought—only for Zyren to drive into her so deeply she gasped in shock, her eyes snapping open to meet his unbroken stare.
His pace turned brutal, and Aira stopped thinking, letting the climax build. She waited for him to finish along with her—only to feel him pull away, still hard, still unsatisfied.
It was then she realized she had made a mistake. Zyren could read her thoughts—or at least sense them—and she had just thought of killing him.
For a second she felt fear as she turned to look at Zyren whose expression was blank as usual even as he rested against the head board of the bed and beckoned for her to come closer.
The rod between his legs dripping from the tip in a way that showed that he was right on the edge of a climax too.