Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Feed from me, my lord,” I whisper.
It was the right thing to say.
“Fuck!” he growls, low and animalistic enough to make the hair stand on my arms and then he bites me, fangs piercing the skin.
The pain shoots through me like I’m being electrocuted. It’s such a sharp, deep pain that my vision blurs and I’m crying out, my fingers digging into the skin on his shoulders so hard that I know I’m drawing blood as well.
He grunts against my skin and I feel my blood as it’s drawn from my veins, hear him swallow it down, only a few drops leaking to the bed beneath. He’s latched on the way he was before, and I can tell he’s slowly losing himself by the way his cock seems to expand while inside me, filling and stretching me until I’m so completely full.
“I’m still here,” I whisper into his ear. “I’m still here, my lord. I came back for you.”
I don’t know if he really understands what I’m saying but it’s enough that when I push my hand up on his shoulder, he unhooks his fangs and brings his head back.
He stares at me with the wild eyes of someone half-man and half-animal. A man with demons that I aim to keep at bay.
“How do I taste?” I ask.
“Like heaven,” he says, his voice raw and edged with desperation. I feel the more he talks, the more focused I can keep him.
He’s panting, his chest rising and falling hard, his hands trembling.
He pulls away from my neck, but only to slide his fangs over my left breast. He breaks the skin there and then I’m crying out again as warm blood spills over my breasts.
The pain just lasts a second.
All I can focus on is the pleasure. I clench around his growing cock and he moans, his entire body shaking, his tongue cleaning up the blood as it runs from a small bite on my breast.
“Look at me,” I tell him.
He lifts his head, mouth bloody, eyes meeting mine just inches away. The red in his pupils is bright but flickering like a torch, and I know he’s fighting to remain in control.
I wrap my legs around him, heels at his ass, and draw him in deeper. “Please,” I gasp, staring up at him, begging him to fuck me hard. I want to feel him come inside me, I want to remember all the other times he’s fucked me like this, so hard and wild and good.
For once he does as he’s told and I don’t have to beg. He’s driving himself into me over and over again until I’m just a writhing mass of pleasure under him. Pleasure that only seems to grow and grow until I’m arching off the bed, crying out as I come harder than I ever have before.
My world explodes in starlight and crimson.
I never want this to end.
All my emotions from all my lives come crashing down at me and as I cry out his name, tears spill from my eyes and I’m sobbing, gasping, trying to make sense of everything all at once.
It takes him a moment, but he finally comes too, driving himself deep inside of me, his cock pulsing against the walls of my pussy. I can feel the heat of his cum as it spills inside me and it’s extra emotional knowing that the same seed led to me being pregnant twice before, though that won’t be the case now.
And probably for good reason, knowing our track record.
I lay there in his arms, feeling his heartbeat slow down and the comforting sound of his breathing.
Then he raises his head and looks at me, running his fingertips over my cheekbone, sweeping through my wet tears. “You’re crying.” Then anguish washes over his brow. “I hurt you, didn’t I? I took too much blood. I knew it, I tried so hard to stay in control and not—”
“No!” I shake my head. “No. You didn’t at all. I’m just…”
Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.
He’ll understand, he’ll still love you.
But how do I know that for sure, when he doesn’t even love me now?
What if I tell him I’m Lucy and Mina and he decides he won’t let himself love me again because he can’t stand to lose me again? Could I even blame him for doing so, for protecting his heart? I couldn’t.
So I don’t tell him.
I just give him a faint smile. “I’m just so in love with you, that’s all.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, his eyes playful. “That’s all? Dahlia, my dove, that’s everything, isn’t it?”
He kisses me softly, tasting of blood. “That’s everything.”
Chapter 23
Dahlia
Despite the drizzle and gloom of last night, the morning ends up being beautiful. I help Valtu with doing the laundry since he got quite a bit of my blood on the sheets and duvet cover from feeding on me, then I help him get one of the guest rooms ready for his friends from San Francisco that are supposed to arrive in the late afternoon. Since his house used to be a hotel, there are a ton of rooms to choose from and he selects one of the suites.