Blood Orange (Dracula Duet #1) Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Dracula Duet Series by Karina Halle
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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I saw Han and told him that I was home for the evening and I had company and wasn’t to be disturbed. He was used to the women I would bring home into this house, the things I would do to them, so I knew he wouldn’t dare interrupt.

Then I went back into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of red wine I had gotten from this small but mighty vineyard in Bordeaux a few years back, and joined Lucy in the sitting room.

She was standing up, marvelling over the instruments I had in the corner beside the fireplace: a violin, a cello, and a piano.

“Do you play?” she asked.

I nodded. “I do.”

Her eyes sparkled. She loved music. “I didn’t know this about you.”

“You should have come into my home sooner then,” I said. I strolled over to the bar and set down the bottle, opening it with a corkscrew and pouring us both a glass. “To us,” I said to her, staring deep into her eyes.

“To us,” she said. She had a sip of wine, her gaze growing intense, and it was that moment that I could smell her. A gorgeous scent that signalled she was ready for me. Fuck, I had missed that.

“To tonight,” she added, having a larger gulp this time.

I slammed back the glass, perhaps a waste for a wine so rare and as she said, “Maybe you could play me some music,” I was grabbing her by her face, my hand behind her back and her wine glass dropped to the floor, bouncing on the soft rugs, wine spilling like a bloodstain.

She let out a faint cry and I kissed her roughly. Until that moment our physical contact was on the chaste side, which was torture considering how deeply and intimately I knew Mina’s body. With Lucy I had to behave, I had to hold back, and even though I knew she was a virgin and had never been with a man like this before, I knew I couldn’t be too delicate with her. I could only hope she liked it rough.

“Valtu,” she whispered as my mouth went to her neck and I inhaled the scent of her, tasted her skin, heard the singing of her blood in her veins, begging for me to bite. In that moment I remembered what Van Helsing had said about how I had never been a vampire around Mina, I had only been a guileless human.

It was enough to stop me from sinking my teeth in, from finally tasting her blood. All these centuries and I only dreamed of what her blood would taste like, if it would taste as sweet as her cunt.

Now, though, her cunt would have to do.

I brought her down to the rugs, pushing the glass to the side, and tried feverishly to undo her dress. There were so many hooks and buttons I didn’t think I could get through at all. I ended up tearing at her clothes, I think I may have told her I’d buy her new ones. She protested at first, the thought of her dress being ruined, but I ripped the bodice open and her breasts bobbed free. The sight of her creamy pale skin, her heavy tits, those nipples hardening in the air, I felt like I was going to come right there and then.

Kissing her again, I cupped one of those perfectly full breasts in my hand, squeezing it and teasing the nipple with my thumb. She moaned, her back arching as I stroked her, licking the other rosy tip while she writhed beneath me.

“Oh God,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Oh Valtu. Please don’t stop.”

But I had to take my time.

Grinning, I ran my tongue over her nipple, teasing it with just the tip of my tongue, tasting her skin and hearing her moan in pleasure. My hands moved down to her hips, pulling up the layers and bustle of her skirt, my fingers curling over the waistband of her drawers ready to yank them down until I discovered hers had an open crotch. I loved how convenient that style was back in the day.

“Be gentle,” she whispered to me.

I could only smile wickedly. I would be gentle at first, and then she was going to want it wild. I knew my love. I knew what she liked, even if she didn’t know it yet.

I put my hands between her thighs until her legs were spread wide apart, begging for me to taste every inch of her. I felt my fangs threatening to come out, but I used the tip of my tongue to push them back in. I was going to feed in a different way.

I lowered my face into that delicious cunt, the smell and taste of her bringing me back in time. Mina. My Mina.

She cried out in a loud gasp that nearly made the chandelier shake and I licked along it slowly at first and then faster, harder, until she was bucking against my mouth so hard I thought she would choke me with those soft thighs of hers.


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