#✦ — • THE ONLY HEAVEN I'LL BE SENT TO IS WHEN I'M ALONE WITH YOU • Sonya and Paul Smut •

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Is That My Shirt?

Featured couple: Paul & Sonya

“Are you wearing my shirt? it looks good on you.”

Sonya had always carried a deep-seated resentment towards men and vampires alike, stemming from a series of painful experiences that had left her scarred and wary. Even the man she was bound to filled her with an overwhelming sense of suffocation. But fate had an ironic way of playing its hand. Paul who she was inexplicably drawn to, possessed qualities that defied her preconceived notions.

With Paul, she felt liberated from the constraints of her own inhibitions. He unraveled her deepest fantasies and awakened a side of her she never knew existed. Their encounters were not just physical; they transcended the boundaries of mere lust. They delved into realms of emotional intimacy, where vulnerability and trust intertwined.

But she had to be careful with these encounters. She had to use a lot of magic to cloak them from the eyes of Hades. As the bride/slave of Hades himself, Sonya knew all too well the wrath and possessiveness he held over her. He was known for his vengeful nature and relentless pursuit of those who dared to cross him. If he discovered her secret meetings with Paul, there would be dire consequences.

Rolling over on the bed her lips curved into a smile. " It's not the only thing that looks good on me. " Her brow raised as she rolled over on the bed now resting on her back - head propped against a pillow. " You really do enjoy playing with fire, don't you? "

With his long body stretched out beside Sonya, Paul her flashed his own smile. The smell of sex still lingered heavy in the air, as he reached over, and playfully flicked a loose strand of hair away from her neck.

"I like fire," he coyly replied, as the tips of his fingers then slid along the generous mounds of her breasts. Eager digits stroked her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, until they became perfectly taut.

"Okay, for sure, the shirt looks way better on you than it does me. But... I'm thinking it's gonna look perfect in a... different way in a few minutes."

The hungry, predatory gaze in his blue eyes took on a wild glow, as Paul crawled over, until he was on top of her, twisting the bedsheets around his waist while doing so. Sonya deserved better than that piece of shit she had problems with. Paul was more than happy to make her feel good in any way possible. He wasn't sure how far the two of them would get in the beginning, but as luck would have it, he managed to convince her that not all vampires were worth killing. From being casual friends-with-benefits to something more, Paul was beyond satisfied with his relationship with Sonya.

His body ached for her. It was impossible not too--with the sharp curves she rocked, and the tattoos on her pale skin, she was a total rock star vixen. Her wicked beauty enticed everyone who stared at her, but he was the one who had the pleasure in having her all to himself.

With his cock already hard, he leaned forward, and pushed his shirt up and over her tits. Bending his head, he licked and sucked on her nipples. He lavished her taste, as his tongue swirled and suckled on her buds, while the tip of his manhood brushed and teased the slit of her entrance. It was far from the first time they've fucked that night, but every time he entered her, he couldn't help but feel like melting. She felt so damn good every single time. Paul normally wasn't the type to do any foreplay; that was only reserved for special ones like Sonya. It said a lot for the likes of him, who generally didn't like to get attached when it came to relationships.

She couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through her veins as he brushed her hair aside, revealing the vulnerable curve of her neck. It was a simple gesture, yet it held a magnetic power over her. But deep down, she knew the truth - her blood held a lethal secret, a poison that would bring him nothing but agony. Her blood possessed a venomous power that could bring him to his knees, weakening him with each drop that entered his system. It was a cruel twist of fate, their forbidden romance bound by an invisible barrier.  She yearned for the taste of his immortal kiss, to feel the sharp sting of his fangs against her skin. 

" Fire and Ice, who would have thought? " She closes her eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation that courses through her veins. Every nerve ending comes alive under his skilled touch. As his touch lingers, she can't help but yearn for more. The ache deepens, now finding herself lost in the labyrinth of sensations that he evokes within her.

Until him, she never knew what it felt like to have someone's touch be electrifying. Before it had felt like a task a duty that she couldn't wait to end, but not with Paul. With him she never wanted it to end.

She bit the corner of her lips when he crawled on top of her. That predatory look in his eyes reminded her of the first time he had kissed her. Memories of their first encounter flooded her mind, replaying like a vivid movie reel. It was a stormy night, rain pouring down in torrents as they sought shelter under the awning of a deserted building. At that moment, he had captured her attention with his enigmatic charm and mischievous smile. Their lips had met tentatively at first but soon ignited into an inferno of passion.

She couldn't help but rake her nails roughly across his back when his tongue staked across her already sensitive nipples. The overwhelming heat amplified between her legs as she rocked her hips upward feeling how hard he already was. A soft moan of his name falls from her lips. " Paul .. "

She's impatient and can't wait another second to have him inside her. Hips angle just right putting him where she needs him. The moment he starts penetrating her head melts back into the pillow with a breathy moan. His thick length forced her body open, every one of her nerves alight and tingling. A single hand moves to the back of his neck as her eyes reopen and lock with his. She could feel the overwhelming throb of his cock inside her. " I need you now. "

He let out a hiss when her nails raked his back, causing the surface of his skin to become inflamed. Any time she left marks on his body, he loved to show them off like battle scars. It only made his hunger for her intense and undeniable. The way she called his name was like a siren to a sailor in the sea - but unlike being lured to his death, he was coming home to sweet paradise. Her wet, swollen heat was more than ready to take him one more time.

When she angled herself in the perfect position, he moved in with one, hard thrust. For a brief moment, he was still, only to enjoy how perfectly their bodies fit one another. Yet patience was not among his best qualities.

Now face to face, and nose to nose, he ground his hips against hers, moving back and forth, pounding her hard, with the sound of flesh slapping all around the room. The look of hot desire was unquestionable in his eyes. While Paul didn't need to breathe, it was out of habit for him to do so. The labored motions of his chest rising and falling were practiced, as he had only been turned into a vampire not even a decade ago.

The memories of being human still remained, and he'd had plenty of sexual partners as a human and vampire, both male and female. But no partner could tug and claw at his attention the way Sonya had. She stirred emotions within him that he didn't believe were possible to have until they became as close as they did.

"Fuck, you're mine," he groaned," as he tightened his grip over her hips, and moved his long, hard cock harder, faster, and deeper into the welcoming heaven between her thighs. Dipping his head once more, he captured her lips, kissing her, tasting the passion they shared for one another.

Her mouth gaped open as he plunged inside, the stretch just intense enough to heighten her pleasure. Stars begin to dance behind her eyes as she adjusts to his size once more. He's big, firm, and unyielding, so she holds to him as if her life depended on it.

Eyes focus, the danger of having a predator perched above her is just exhilarating. As his pace suddenly quickens her moans come from the snap of his hips, it's brutal pleasure. The vampire above her is ravaging her body and she can't get enough. He's fucking her so hard and deep, so good, that her nails dig into the flesh of his back threatening to draw blood. Nothing ever felt as good as the now engorged flesh at her core.

With each grind of his hips, hers met his with equal intensity. Her breaths come out in uncontrolled pants, her body writhing and bending just for him. She can feel the hot rush of her own blood, every vein and artery in her body. It pulses with each beat of her heart. Her whole body is on fire but all she can think about is the way he hits bottom with each snap of those hips. Her eyes never closed until the moment he moaned out claiming her as his own. For once she wasn't sickened by those very words, in fact, they nearly threw her over the edge. As their lips crashed together both her hands moved from his back and slid to his hips - fingers latching tightly.

He felt so good, as he always did, the strong pulsations of bliss building way too quickly. Her conflicted cries echoed through the room, interrupted only by Paul's loud grunts of effort. She draws back from the kiss to bury her face into his shoulder as she trembles trying to hold back and will away her desire to give in so quickly. Despite not having fangs it doesn't stop her from biting down on his shoulder to try and stifle her moans.

Paul uttered a ragged cry in response. She had quite the powerful bite, but it was actually quite the turn on for him - a kink he hadn't been aware of having until now. His frenzied pace overpowered hers. Sweat and gasps mingled with wild abandon. This hot, reckless haze was a moment in time he wouldn't mind spending hours in with her. It was absolute, sheer bliss.

His blue eyes flashed a look of sheer, desperate need. No other partner ever made him feel so much emotion like Sonya did. The overwhelming sensations, the intensity, the energy, the heat - it was all because of her. There was no way he could have anybody else but her. She was his live wire.

The surging, raging, raw animalistic need blazed through him like fire. Fingers threaded through her flaming red hair. He clung to her as if his very life depended on it. The mattress beneath them creaked angrily, as the headboard slammed into the wall.

He ground his hips against hers, slammed into her over and over again, and until finally, he came undone. Even as he spilled himself inside her, he didn't pull out. He wanted to fill her to the brim because there was no way he could ever quit desiring her. He was completely and shamelessly addicted to her.

Goosebumps erupted behind her neck and traveled down her spine. She was covered in sweat now, they both were and she was about to break. God his lips, his mouth, all over her, licking and sucking hard, and it felt so good... it made her dizzy and weak. She sunk her nails into his shoulders and it did nothing but spur him on harder, faster; like her heartbeat in her ears, pounding with no relief. He took her to the moon and back and she’d followed willingly, feeling every sensation tenfold, intense and earth-shattering, screaming out loud until they both came together simultaneously.

Her trembling body withered beneath him. She fought to catch her breath, her eyes briefly fluttering closed. As he held her tightly, she could feel the warmth of his embrace enveloping her. The only moments when she truly felt alive were these. when she was with him and he was inside her. She cherished these intimate moments, where their bodies intertwined and their souls connected. In his arms, she found solace from the chaos of the world, a sanctuary where time stood still. The intensity of their love was palpable as if every touch and every whisper carried the weight of a thousand emotions. Together, they created a world of their own, where passion and desire reigned supreme.  

When she finally opened her eyes, she discovered herself gazing deeply into his captivating eyes. Her fingers were now delicately caressing the skin on the nape of his neck. " Lie to me and tell me I don't have to go back. " She wanted to hear him say those words even if she knew it was impossible for her to stay. As she continued to stroke his neck, a wave of longing washed over her. The desire to escape reality and remain in his embrace grew stronger with each passing moment. She yearned for him to reassure her, to make her believe that they could defy all odds and be together forever. 

Her hand gently withdrew from his neck, finding solace at the side of his face, where her thumb delicately caressed his lips. How she loved the taste of those lips and how amazing they felt against her skin. As she continued to caress his lips, a rush of memories flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they had kissed, the electric spark that had ignited between them. It was a moment that had changed everything. The softness of his lips against hers had always been a source of comfort and passion, a reminder of the intense bond they shared. With each gentle stroke of her thumb, she felt a wave of warmth and affection wash over her, reaffirming the depth of her feelings for him.

"Mmm," he hummed as he playfully licked her tongue when it came to touch his mouth. The saltiness of her sweat remained, and he couldn't resist tracing invisible patters along her upper arm, as their bodies gradually settled down. He welcomed her sensual touches, while his eyes remained firmly locked with hers. She asked him to lie, and that was exactly what he'd do for her.

"'Course you're not going anywhere. We're gonna crash right here, babe. We sleep all day, and party all night! That's our motto, y'know."

What Paul wouldn't give to have her as one of them - a member of the group. He wanted to tell David and the others all about her, and what she had to offer, but he couldn't risk getting her into trouble. After everything they've done together so far to keep her hidden from Hades, one mistake to cost them everything. And knowing she was a vampire hunter of all things, well, they'd cross that bridge whenever they'd get there. For now, he just wanted to relax with her in her warmth.

Hands roamed along her body, again, taking in her sensual curves. They remained joined, as his lips traced kisses along her neck and shoulder. Occasionally he'd rock his hips against hers, while his fingers caressed her breasts or teased her nipples. Paul just could never get enough of her. He was one hundred percent addicted to her.

"Man, I'm so high on you," he mumbled, half joking, half serious. He bent down and sensually sucked on her bottom lip, until he kissed her once more, but slowly. "Baby, it's gonna be alright, you hear me? S'gonna be okay."

Their bodies still entwined, Sonya couldn't help but smile at Paul's words, her eyes filled with gratitude. She knew that things might not be easy for them, but she also knew that they had each other. And as long as they had each other, they would face whatever came their way together. For a moment, she closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his touch.

She knew staying here all night would have it’s consequences, but it was something she was willing to endure if it meant being here in Paul’s arms. " I'm okay, " She whispered reassuringly, running her fingers through his hair. " I trust you, Paul. You know that, right ? " He might literally be the only person she trusted. She couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment they shared.

Their bodies were still entwined, and she could feel the warmth of his skin against hers. The scent of their lovemaking still hung between them, a reminder of the intensity of their passion. She hated those moments when she would blank out on him, it was only because so much was going through her mind. It was almost a constant that she was thinking of away to free herself from Hades and yet still be able to protect not only herself but her vampire lover. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do to keep him safe, to keep him all to herself.

But one thing she could always count on was Paul’s ability to bring her back to the here and now with the way his hands traced every curve of her body. The way his mouth lingered on the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath warm against her cooling skin.

She was safe here with Paul, and the world outside felt almost irrelevant. They were their own bubble, their own world. And in this world, they had each other and that was all that mattered. She shuddered at his words, her heart swelling with so much trust. " Maybe not today and not even tomorrow, but you’re right. It’s all going to work out in the end. " Her body was so relaxed now, all the tension seemed to have melted away.

"Just keep thinking positive," Paul said in a low, relaxed voice. His eyes were half-way shut, and while it was far from sunrise, he wouldn't mind taking a nap with Sonya in his arms. The world felt absolutely right when they were together like this.

His fingers rubbed against her arm, enjoying the way she felt against him. He could do this all night and not get bored. Though he told her to think positive, the thought of her having to return to Hades, and have that asshole touch her made his blood boil. Yet what chance did he, a regular vampire, have against a freaking god of the underworld? It was like comparing a pebble against an entire planet.

"Let's just stay here," he mumbled. He squeezed her body against his, hugging her tight. He didn't have to say "until it was time for her to go." She already knew.

There was always next time.

[wherethedeadneversleep]

Distractions

❛ You okay? Caught you staring off into space again. ❜

Sonya was lost within herself with each passing second. She glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands mocking her with their fast progression. The weight of her impending departure hung heavily in the air, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. It wasn’t as if she wanted to leave, but she knew Hades would come looking for her if she didn’t report in to him. It was Hades, Lord of the Underworld, who held sway over her life and demanded unwavering loyalty from her.

If she had it her way, she would stay right here with Paul and never leave. They could create their own universe, a sanctuary away from the chaos of the outside world. In this cocoon of love and understanding, time would lose its grip, and their worries would dissipate like smoke in the wind. But as time ticked by, she realized just how cruel of a punishment that had been placed upon her. The weight of solitude began to crush her spirit, suffocating any remnants of hope that lingered within her heart. The silence echoed through the empty corridors of her mind, amplifying the torment she felt.

It wasn’t until she heard Paul’s voice that she snapped back to the here and now. The sound of his deep, soothing tone cut through the chaos that had consumed her thoughts. It was as if his voice possessed a magical power, instantly grounding her.

“ I’m sorry. ” Her eyes look away then turn back to him. “ I was just picturing this perfect little world where we didn’t have to leave here. Where I could just stay here with you. ”

Paul gently shouldered her as he took a drag from his cigarette, then flicked the ashes off to the side. "Nah, don't be sorry," he told her as he rested a hand on her thigh. "Not your fault."

Their opposing lifestyles shouldn't have granted them the opportunity to become close, let alone lovers, yet they defied the odds. Paul couldn't imagine his life without Sonya, and he'd do anything to keep her with him. Every time it came down to the wire, he'd note the forlorn look in her eyes. He'd try to make her laugh, or crack a joke. Do something to make her departure end on a high note.

"There's gonna be concerts coming up on the beach," he informed her in an upbeat manner, as he passed his cigarette over. "Cover bands of GNR, Mötley Crüe, and Poison. Wanna check 'em out next time you come visit?"

Sonya despised how her thoughts would drift off when the moment of leaving became too unsettling. Every time, she would convince herself that things would be different, yet she consistently found herself in this very spot with Paul attempting to uplift her spirits. She was aware that he hated seeing her in such a state, but it was incredibly difficult to fathom what she was abandoning and having to return to. She endured unspeakable things that she wouldn't even confide in Paul about. Like when Hades demanded to know why there were lapses of time when he was able to locate her. Those being the times she was hidden away with Paul.

" I know but still. " Leaning over, she would rest her head against his shoulder. She couldn't fathom the extent to which her world would crumble beneath her if something were to ever happen to him. He was the only person she couldn't imagine any harm befalling, as she harbored a profound grudge against the world for the hand she had been dealt in this lifetime.

However, the mere mention of a concert ignited a flicker of excitement in her. One aspect of Hades' elaborate scheme involved her infiltrating the vampire gang, earning their trust, and ultimately annihilating them when they were least prepared for it. So when she and Paul hung out together as long as they managed to keep their hands to themselves, it just appeared as if she were doing her job.

" Now you're just trying to distract me because you know how much I enjoy a good rock concert. You bring the weed and I'll bring the booze. " She glanced up at him and cracked a sideways grin at him.

"That a girl!" Paul cheered. "It's a deal, and a date!"

He brought a hand up and brushed her cheek with his knuckles. Whenever she smiled, he swore it could light an entire room. It sounded clich�� as all hell, but it was true. Sonya was way too damn special to let go.

His arm curled around her waist, and he hugged her once more. He was never in a hurry to release her. The thought of her going back to Hades always made him sick to his stomach, but there was nothing neither of them could do. Not now, anyway. Cheering her up was his own superpower, even if it was only temporary.

One night, while high, he thought about a scenario where he and Sonya were humans living together someplace far away. They would've totally made it. Whether it was in some cruddy apartment, or couch-surfing, the two of them on the road just living life on the edge and not living by anyone's rules would've been great. The two of them clicked in so many ways. How could they not be together?

A hand slid up the back of her shirt, where he massaged her shoulders. He propped his chin on top of her head as he gazed out into the distance. His fingers drummed along the back of her neck thoughtfully.

"S'gonna be a long night without you," he murmured, "but I'll be thinking about you. I'll also be thinking about all the fun we'll be having together at the rock shows coming up, so be sure to bring your party energy with you."

" Damn right, it's a date. " Sonya grinned.

Sonya knew that finding someone like Paul was rare, like stumbling upon a hidden treasure in a vast desert. He possessed an innate ability to understand her on a level no one else could. His unwavering support and genuine tenderness for her made her believe that anything was possible.

But life wasn't always kind, and challenges often tested them. They faced their fair share of ups and downs, but their bond remained unbreakable. Together, they navigated through the stormy seas of life, holding onto each other tightly. What they shared together was a beacon of hope, guiding them through the darkest nights. They became each other's rock, offering unwavering support and understanding for the other.

Without Paul, she was just another monster in the crowd. Paul was the light that illuminated her path, the one who saw the beauty within her when no one else did. His absence always left her feeling lost and insignificant, as if her true essence had been extinguished. Without him, she struggled to find her place in the world, yearning for the strength and comfort he always provided.

Which sounded totally crazy from a woman who could single-handedly bring Santa Carla to its knees.

She embraced him tightly, her head finding solace against his chest. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. Her lips released a distinct contentment as his fingers skillfully massaged her shoulders and tapped upon sensitive locations on her neck. He knew touching her neck drove her crazy, the chills along her arms were enough to confirm that.

She tilted her head back ever so slightly, allowing her gaze to meet his eyes. " Saying your goodbyes already? We still have a few more hours. Besides, even if I'm a little late, it's not like I won't already be scolded for being out of radar for so long. " She wouldn't elaborate any deeper on that topic because sparing Paul of those details was the best thing she could do for the both of them. " Now, when have you ever known me to not have my party energy kicking? " She employed her Huntress prowess to effortlessly maneuver him onto the bed, subsequently settling herself atop him. " Fuck it, I say we get high now and see where the night takes us. "