Blood Red Kiss Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
<<<<816171819202838>101
Advertisement2


Somehow that thought was even more scary, but even more beautiful.

“Brace yourself,” he told me, but I was ready for whatever was coming.

I held on to his shoulders as he leaned in, moaned when he licked around a nipple and ran his hot tongue all the way up to my shoulder.

I shuddered, and braced myself as his teeth grazed my collarbone, gripped his shoulders hard as he sank his fangs straight into tender flesh, just around the bone. It was purposefully painful, and I knew it. He was testing me. Pushing me. Seeking out just how much I wanted him.

I cried out loudly, but it didn’t matter, not to him and not to me, either. He had me pinned and kept on sucking, so I closed my eyes and took it, grateful when the emptiness of craving began to subside. Then came the relief. The relief and the pleasure. Such gorgeous pleasure it rippled through me and ate me alive.

It was me who shifted myself so his thigh was between my legs. Me who started to grind against him like a dirty little whore.

He hitched my leg up higher and tore my new pair of tights apart at the crotch, and then his thumb brushed me. Oh God, his thumb brushed and played me so well I could hardly breathe, and still he kept on sucking.

Bliss and pain. Grinding and sucking, and I was moaning. Whimpering. Lost.

My mouth was hungry for his when he pulled his teeth out of me. I tasted my blood on his lips and then he gave me his tongue, so wet with my blood it made me shiver. Blood-red kisses, hot and deep.

He lifted me up so my feet were off the floor and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He positioned himself so he could rub his cock against my pussy, and I felt him, hard through his trousers. Fuck. He was so big. Way bigger than I’d expected a cock to be, not that I’d ever seen one in the flesh.

He smiled against my mouth.

“The more I drink, the bigger I get, but don’t worry. You’ll be able to take it. I’ll make sure you’re begging wet before I claim you for the first time.”

The first time…

My tummy fluttered and my pussy clenched at the thought of his huge cock inside me.

“When will that be?” I asked him, and he kept on smiling, kept on grinding.

“Patience, little one. It’ll be time when it’s time.”

I was a slut as I rubbed myself against him as best I could. I knew my clit was swollen and I’d be dripping in my panties, and I wished, prayed, he’d fuck me right there on the spot.

Please. PLEASE. I need it.

“Patience,” he repeated.

“But I can’t… I can’t wait.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

I got the impression that would be true about a lot of things from here on in. A lot of choices would belong to him now – but I’d given him that invitation.

It didn’t feel all that bad.

He dropped me to the floor as I contemplated my new reality. He pulled my bra back into place and buttoned up my blouse for me, then picked up my coat from the floor and held it for me to put my arms in the sleeves – as though I was a little girl.

A little girl who’d never got the same care from her own father, since he’d disappeared before she was even old enough to know his name.

He took hold of my hand. His fingers were so long, they felt so comforting in mine.

“Are we going to my place?” I asked him.

You could fuck me there.

“No. We’re going to mine.”

That gave me tingles.

“Where is it?”

“Holland Road. A little way from here. The air will do you some good.”

I felt better now he’d bitten me, still riding the waves of sated bliss.

I soaked in the cool breeze as we walked.

“Are you going to tell me about George?” I asked.

“No. Not yet.”

“Is he going to die?”

“All mortals die, Katherine.”

I stared up at him. “You know what I’m talking about, Hans. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. So maybe you should start asking proper questions.”

I was nervous as I voiced the unspoken.

“Is George going to die tonight because of what happened in the bar? What did he do wrong?”

“George is indeed going to die tonight, yes. But it’s his time to go. We’re saving him pain in the long run, despite the fact he may not realise it.”

I had so many questions spinning through my brain.

Dying? Pain? Him not realising? Who the hell are ‘we’? And why?! So many whys.

“Calm down,” Hans said. “You’ll get the answers to your questions. Slowly, one step at a time.”

I tried to calm myself down, but my mind was still whirring. Hans’ pace was slow and steady, in a lovely rhythm under the streetlights, and he was unfazed, in such contrast to me.


Advertisement3

<<<<816171819202838>101

Advertisement4