Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I heard my own heartbeat over all of it. A thump, thump, thump that sounded like wet boots stomping on dirt. Natural. Primitive. Real.
My blood was like a river flowing into his mouth. I could feel the waves as they pulsed, his sucking mouth nice and steady as he drank from me.
My body was prickling, lights exploding behind my eyes, and those wet boots kept on stomping in my mind. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Then my body gave up with the thrashing. The screams dried up from my throat.
I took a breath and I was back in myself, senses heightened beyond all reckoning. And I was smiling. Smiling as his cock swelled and stretched me.
Pain drunk.
I didn’t care about how sore my pussy was or how much bigger he was growing inside me. I wrapped my legs up around his waist and ground my hips up for more.
Take me. Hard.
Harder.
Harder.
He moaned against my neck, and fucked me harder. He loosened his grip on my wrists and snaked his hand down between his body and mine, his fingers managing to play with my clit as he pounded.
And still he kept sucking.
Still I kept smiling.
It was like a house of cards tumbling all at once, so many sensations playing in harmony.
The thrust of his cock and the pressure inside me. The dance of his fingers sparking my clit. The way he was drinking the life from me.
Yes.
More.
Yes.
MORE.
I lost myself to everything, my soul exploding, and there was only him giving me life at the same time he was taking it. A paradox I’d never fully understand.
YES. MORE. PLEASE.
He thrust harder. Played faster. Swirled his tongue as he sucked at me.
MORE.
YES. YES. YES–
And then I came. A beautiful explosion of an orgasm so strong it blew my mind.
So did he. He came at the same time.
He groaned and snarled and slammed, and I could feel it. I could feel him coming inside me.
I came with Hans’ fangs in my neck and his blood-red cock inside me. I came with his flesh against mine, no longer caring if I lived or died. I’d have given it all for one more moment.
But he wouldn’t.
He pulled his teeth free and turned my face to his, eyes digging into mine.
“Katherine?”
His voice was beautiful, but so far away.
“Katherine, focus on me.”
I was smiling, that much I knew.
“Come back here now,” he told me. “Stop drifting. Focus your eyes on me.”
But I couldn’t…
Something else was calling.
Deep…
“Katherine, focus. Look at me.”
I could see the trapdoor under the water in my subconscious, and it was tempting. It had a thick round handle, and I tried to open it, tugging it up just a little.
And then there came flashes.
Memories.
Hans standing by the tree in Garway church while I danced around the tombstones in the dark. Just a little girl.
His shins as I crashed into him by accident on the church pathway, when I was staring up at the moon and not where I was going.
Him watching me singing hymns from the back of the church.
Deeper.
A woman with dark hair I didn’t recognise, but she looked like me, smiling at him.
A crowd of spinning girls on Orcop hill, chanting names I didn’t understand.
The woman again, with eyes like mine. A smile like mine. Kissing Hans like I kissed him.
Then deeper.
The trapdoor began to open…
“KATHERINE! HERE! NOW! LISTEN TO ME!”
I snapped back to myself and the vampire holding me. A fear in his eyes I hadn’t seen before.
“I’m ok,” I told him. “I’m back now.”
He tipped my face from side to side, checking out my vision.
“I’m ok,” I insisted. “I just got pulled away. Somewhere weird.”
His gaze was fierce.
“Pulled away to where? Tell me!”
I shrugged. “Nowhere that makes sense. Just some women spinning, and things from before… you in Garway church. You with a woman who looked like me. Just… things.”
I got a shudder as the trapdoor slammed shut in my subconscious. Its ripples made me cold.
“What happened there? What happened in my mind?” I asked Hans. “You know, don’t you?”
For once, he didn’t answer my question.
Chapter Eleven
“Tell me, Hans,” I pushed. “What’s underneath that trapdoor in my head? Dark secrets, right? Something lurking?”
He stroked my cheek, his lips still bloody, dripping red.
“Let it go for the moment. Your body needs to recover, to give your mind the fuel it needs to process things. Especially levels like that one. They will take a lot of energy and faith to understand.”
My pulse was still pumping, and everything was glowing, but I was growing tired. Really, really tired.
“It’s normal to feel like this,” he told me. “You need to sleep, but first let’s get you replenished and cleaned up.”
He opened one of the antique cabinets at the side of the bed to reveal a fridge.
“Water,” he said and presented a glass. “Drink, little one.”
I drank it down gratefully, watching as he loaded a plate with cold meat. More steak, oozing with blood. I didn’t want to eat it, but I knew I had no choice.