Free Web NovelChapter 30: Chapter 30: Passion**
Clara opened her eyes.
The room was still suspended around them — furniture, books, debris, all floating in a lazy orbit like satellites around a planet. Her crimson irises glowed with quiet satisfaction.
"Cool, right?"
Lucian looked around at the floating mattress, the hovering lamp, the books slowly spinning in midair.
"Really cool."
Clara let out a breath, and everything dropped. The mattress thudded back onto the bed frame. The lamp crashed to the floor, shattering the bulb. Books scattered across the wooden boards with heavy thuds.
Clara blinked. "Oops."
Lucian snorted.
Then Clara’s stomach growled.
She pressed a hand to her abdomen, her cheeks flushing pink — an odd look on someone with crimson eyes and pale vampire skin. "I’m sure I can do more. But I’m very hungry." She rubbed her stomach. "It feels like there’s a hole inside me."
Lucian held out his hand.
Clara looked at it. Then at his face.
"Drink," he said simply. "It’ll satisfy the hunger. I can regenerate my blood."
Clara hesitated. Her fingers rose to her mouth, touching her new fangs. She winced slightly at the sensation.
"I don’t want to hurt you."
"You won’t."
She looked at his outstretched hand for a long moment. Then her crimson eyes darkened — the glow intensifying, pupils dilating — and something primal shifted behind them.
She took his hand.
Her lips were soft against his palm. Then her fangs pierced the skin — two sharp points sinking into the flesh of his wrist — and Clara drank.
"Mmmmm..."
The sound was involuntary. A low, satisfied hum that vibrated against Lucian’s skin as the blood flowed. Clara’s eyes fluttered closed, her throat working with each swallow, her grip on his hand tightening.
Lucian watched her. The way her pale cheeks flushed slightly with warmth. The way her blonde hair fell across her face. The way her body relaxed, tension melting away as the blood filled the hole inside her.
She’s beautiful.
Twenty seconds passed. Thirty.
Clara’s eyes snapped open. She pulled back abruptly, her lips stained red, a look of alarm on her face.
"Sorry! Did I take too much?"
Lucian looked at the system.
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║ BE: 88/100 (Stable) ║
║ HP: 100% ║
║ Regeneration: Active ║
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"No. I can regenerate my blood. You’re fine."
Clara exhaled, relieved. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, then paused, looking at the red smear on her skin.
This is my life now.
She looked up at Lucian.
He was watching her with those crimson eyes — calm, patient, not judging. Right now, his eyes were soft. Almost gentle.
Clara reached up and touched his fang.
It was an odd impulse — her fingertip tracing the sharp point, feeling the hardness of it, the inhumanity of it. Lucian didn’t pull away.
She leaned closer.
Their lips met.
Clara kissed him softly at first — tentative, questioning. Lucian responded, and the softness dissolved. Her mouth opened, and her tongue found his, sliding into his mouth with a warmth that contrasted sharply with her cool vampire skin.
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Lucian’s hand found the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Clara’s fingers curled into the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric, drawing him in. Their tongues moved together — wet, slow, exploring — and the kiss deepened.
Two minutes passed.
They separated slowly, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips, stretching, breaking. Clara’s eyes were misty, half-lidded, her chest rising and falling with quickened breath.
Lucian’s were the same.
Clara surged forward again, and this time the kiss was hungrier — more desperate. Her hands found his chest, his shoulders, pulling him against her. Lucian responded in kind, one hand sliding down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, her hip—
His hand moved between her legs.
Clara gasped into his mouth.
"Ahhnnnhhn..."
His fingers pressed against her through the fabric of her panties — warm friction against sensitive flesh. Clara’s hips jerked involuntarily, and a shiver ran through her entire body.
"Hahhh..."
She wasn’t idle. Her hands dropped to his waist, fingers finding the belt, the button, the zipper. She pulled it down slowly, deliberately, her eyes never breaking contact with his. Then her hand slipped inside.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh..."
She wrapped her fingers around him — thick, hard, huge — and her mind blanked for a moment. Eight, maybe nine inches. Her pale cheeks flushed deep crimson.
How is that going to fit inside me?
"Pam... pam..." Her hand moved experimentally, stroking up and down, feeling the heat of him, the hardness, the way he throbbed against her palm.
Lucian’s breath hitched. "Hahh..."
Clara dropped to her knees.
She looked up at him through her lashes — crimson eyes glowing, blonde hair falling around her face, lips parted — and then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
"Aaaahhh—" Lucian’s head fell back.
Her mouth was warm — impossibly warm for a vampire — and her tongue was skilled. She moved slowly at first, taking him inch by inch, her lips sliding along his length with a suction that made his knees weak.
"Mmmph... mmm..."
"Fuck— Clara—"
She picked up the pace. Her head bobbed, taking him deeper with each stroke, one hand wrapped around the base, the other braced against his thigh. Wet sounds filled the room — schlick, schlick, schlick — punctuated by Lucian’s harsh breathing.
Then Clara pulled back, gasping, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.
"Lie down," she whispered.
Lucian obeyed, lowering himself onto the mattress. Clara crawled over him, her body hovering above his, and then she reversed position — her back toward his face, her hips above his.
She lowered her mouth onto him again, taking him deep, and Lucian gripped her thighs and pulled her down.
"Ahhnnnhhn—!"
His tongue found her through the thin fabric of her panties — hot, wet, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Clara’s moan vibrated around his dick, sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine.
"Mmmmmph— ahhhh—"
Lucian pulled the fabric aside and his tongue made direct contact.
"AAAAAHHHH—!"
Clara’s entire body shuddered. Her thighs clamped around his head, and her mouth went slack for a moment before she resumed — sucking harder, faster, driven by the pleasure coursing through her own body.
"Schlick... schlick... schlick..."
"Aahhhnnnhhn... Lucian— hahhh—"
They moved in rhythm — Clara’s mouth on him, his tongue on her, each feeding the other’s pleasure in a feedback loop that built and built and built—
Clara came first.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—!"
Her body seized, thighs crushing his head, back arching as the orgasm ripped through her. She screamed around his dick — the vibration pushing Lucian over the edge—
"FUCK— CLARA—"
He exploded.
Clara’s eyes went wide as his seed flooded her mouth — hot, thick, massive — wave after wave pouring down her throat. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working, her lips sealed tight around him, refusing to spill a drop.
"Mmmph... gulp... gulp... mmmm..."
The orgasm lasted what felt like forever. Lucian’s hips jerked upward with each pulse, his hands gripping her thighs so hard he left bruises that healed almost instantly.
Finally, it ended.
Clara slowly pulled back, her lips glistening, and looked up at him with a seductive smile. She swallowed one last time, her throat bobbing.
"Mmmm."
Lucian stared at the ceiling, chest heaving.
Clara crawled around to face him, her chin resting on his chest, her crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"That was..."
"Yeah."
They lay there in silence, the dust motes drifting in the dim light, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Clara’s fingers traced lazy circles on his chest.
"We’re not done yet," she murmured.
Lucian looked down at her.
Her smile was wicked.
