"Wait," I shouted as Ethan jerked to a halt and shoved me behind him, ready to kill whatever had alarmed me.
"What?" he bellowed in frustration as he scanned the area around us. "I don't see or feel danger."
"No danger," I said as I came out from behind him and slapped my hands on my hips. "And why in the Hell did you shove me behind your back? I'm more unkillable than you are."
"Habit," he mumbled as he tried to attack my lips again.
"Stop," I insisted. "I want to play a game."
Ethan ran his hands through his hair and looked like he wanted to cry. "A game?'
"Yessssssss." I grinned and lightly ran my hand over his substantial and achingly hard package. "Let's pretend this is your grandmother's house and we're in high school. You brought me here because after eight months of dating, dry humping and blue balls I finally agreed to do the nasty—as many times and ways as you've begged me. However, your grandma is at a championship bingo tournament and could return home and catch us at any moment. That, of course, would be catastrophic because she thinks sex is filthy and only for procreation and Mormons."
Ethan was shocked to silence…almost. "It seems like you put a lot of thought into this," he said as he looked up at the sky and tried his damnedest not to laugh.
"Okay, fine," I huffed. "If you don't like that one we can pretend we met at a bar. You're a world-class gigolo and I'm a beautiful virgin princess stripper and the world is going to end because of Zombies, Trolls and Gnomes…which, by the way, I had no idea existed. Anyhoo, I beg you to pop my cherry because I'm pretty sure there's no fucking in the afterlife. Or if there is, it would only be missionary style. "
"Not very realistic," he said as he advanced on me and pinned me against the car. "How about I'm your master and you're my toy. You've been promised to another man by your father, but I've decided to make you mine…against your will."
"That sounds promising," I purred. "Am I a virgin?"
"Of course."
"Will you tie me up and fuck me into submission?" I asked as my eyes turned from gold to a very aroused glittering green.
"That could be arranged. I might even let you tie me up and ravage my body." His fangs dropped and his power radiated off of him.
"You know," I said as I pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and ran my hands over his six-pack abs, "the whole virgin thing is a little hard to buy. What if we…"
"How about this?" Ethan said as he slipped his large hands into the back of my pants and squeezed my ass. "Why don't we go for something wildly and insanely improbable?"
"I'm listening." I moaned as his fingers slipped between my legs and my brain got mushy.
"Let's pretend I'm a Vampyre Prince and you're my Princess. We're madly in love and against all odds, we have a child. A perfect, if not somewhat violent, Vampyre-Demon baby boy whom we adore. You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I want you with every fiber of my being. I am not complete without you and I would give my undead life for you. Let's just pretend I want you so badly I can barely function at this point and if I don't take you soon, I will implode."
"Very unrealistic." I giggled. "But I'm liking it. Tell me more."
"I want to memorize every inch of your body with my tongue and then I want to fuck you until you can't remember your name. I want you to feel me inside your body even when I'm not there. I want to mark you with my teeth so no one can mistake to whom you belong, and I want your mark on me. I want to show you with my body how much I love you. Forever."
"Oh my Hell," I gasped. "That's way better than the shit I came up with."
"The truth is always sexier that fiction," he growled as he pushed two fingers inside me and my knees buckled.
"Are we gonna do this on the hood of the car?" I asked as I yanked my shirt over my head and aggressively went for the buttons on his jeans.
"Nope," he said as he tossed me over his shoulder and slapped my wiggling bottom. "We're going to start in the house. The grand finale will be on top of the car."
I laughed as he moved at inhuman speed into the charming cottage. "Is this place really for me?" I asked as he tossed me on the massive four poster bed and began ripping his clothes from his gorgeous body.
"Yes, along with everything else I have. All of it is yours."
"You know I only want you," I panted as I tore at my own clothes. "And maybe some Prada and Stella McCartney."
"What about Jimmy Choo and Badgley Mischka?"
"Oh yeah," I said as I jumped off the bed and plastered my naked skin to his. "That too."
"God, I want you so badly I can barely see," Ethan hissed as we fell to the bed. He ran his open mouth from my neck to my breast. The sting of his fangs along my skin made my body shiver with delight. My back arched wantonly and I raked my nails down his back.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked.
I stopped for a moment and looked at him in utter confusion. "What do you mean? Don't you want this?"
"I've wanted this our whole senior year," he purred with a smirk on his face that made me speechless and even hornier than I was a moment ago. "Your first time will hurt, but I promise I will make it worth it."