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)
“This is going to hurt,” I warned her again as I positioned myself behind her. “But I promise you, the pleasure will be worth it.”
She nodded, her face tight with anticipation.
Slowly, inch by inch, I pushed inside her. It was even tighter than I thought it would be and she cried out as I forced my way in further. The squeeze was sharp but quickly turned to pleasure as I began thrusting in and out of her tight heat, my eyes already rolling in the back of my head as my fingers gripped her hips.
“Oh, Lucy,” I whispered, staring down at her ass as I fucked her. “You feel so good. So good.”
Her breathing was fast and hard, her head fallen forward, clutching the bunched-up rug beneath her. I grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to pull her head back, making her look at me over her shoulder as I fucked her. I know this was all so rough for her first time, but she was giving herself to it, like on some innate level she remembered what it was like to be fucked by me before.
I stared into her eyes, my hand going down to rub her sweet clit as I fucked her, wanting all the pain to slip away, for her to see the fucking stars. The sight of her in front of me, staring at me with heavy-lidded desire, my cock inside her, fucking her hard, was enough to drive me out of my mind. I felt my balls tightening, but I held off, wanting this to last.
“I could come right now, Lucy dove,” I told her. “But you’re going to come first.”
She nodded and I rubbed her clit harder as I drove my cock in and out of her, feeling her tighten against me, feeling her cunt squeeze my shaft even tighter.
“I’m going to…I’m…” she cried out, her breath catching in her throat, her body breaking out in a sweat and the wetness dripping out of her, the scent of her filling the room.
With a loud cry she came, her body writhing against me, my cock deep inside her, spasming and clenching. I fucked her hard enough to give her rugburn, driving in and out, in and out of her tight pink cunt.
“Yes, my dove. Yes, that’s it. Come for me.”
She collapsed against the rug, tears and sweat beading her face as she panted for air.
And I came. I came hard, my cock pulsing through her, my entire body shaking with the strength of the orgasm. I fucked her through it and when I was empty and exhausted, I leaned on top of her, completely spent.
Lucy wept quietly then, her face against the rug, her skin damp with sweat. I pulled out, trying not to look at the sight of her blood mixed with my cum, and lay there next to her, not sure what to say. I was so happy, all I wanted was for her to be happy too.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She turned to me and smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. A few escaped, running down her face.
“I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry at all,” she said, smiling through it. “I’m just so overwhelmed. I never knew…I never knew it could be like that.”
I kissed her then, the taste of her salty tears on her lips.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced,” I murmured against her lips. “And I’m never letting you go. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.”
And that was the beginning of our union together.
The next day I asked for her hand in marriage.
She accepted.
We were both so fucking happy.
But trouble was just around the corner. Life would never let us be happy for long. Looking back, I should have told her then what I really was. That I was a vampire. I should have spent my remaining years with her living in the honest truth. At the very least I should have told her who we were to each other, helped her uncover her memories of her past life as Mina.
When I would finally do so, it would be too late.
Chapter 12
Dahlia
“Finally!” Livia says loudly as I move the phone away from my ear, her voice too much for this time of morning.
“Sorry, I fell asleep just as my phone was charging,” I tell her, gathering my jean jacket closer as I make my way over the Rio Madonna dell’Orto. It’s misty this morning and damp and though I’m glad I’m wearing Docs, I immediately regret wearing a dress. Summer really is gone.
“Thank you for everything you did,” I quickly add so she doesn’t think I’m ungrateful. “I was fully expecting to come home and find that demon waiting for me.”
“So there was a demon,” she muses coldly. “I sensed as much. When you weren’t answering, I feared the worst. That you got found out, that you had to leave or…they killed you. But then I saw you with Valtu and you looked fine, but I couldn’t be sure. I went to your apartment and let myself in—”