Page 36 of Dead End

“You need to be straight with me, Norman. You know how I feel about you, how I feel about all of you.” There, I said it. I loved them all equally, and I wouldn’t hide it from them, even if it made them hate me more.

“I’ve always known, even when you pushed us away,” he admitted. “And I am being straight with you. I want you. I want your blood and your body. I want you in every way imaginable, and I don’t think I can hold it back anymore, even if I tried. I’m tired of fighting myself.”

A few heartbeats pulsed between us as I searched his face. He was still Norman. Still the same man I knew in my soul I was meant to love. He was still in there, behind the monster—no, he was the monster. They were one and the same, two halves of a whole, and he was beginning to embrace it.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked. I was done playing around. If he wanted me the way my body screamed for him, then he needed to act now, before I lost my nerve.

He only hesitated a second before his mouth descended on my throat, and then I felt a skittering down my right arm. Little grumbling complaints filled the silence, and I felt Jessica leap from my hand onto the ground. “Oh hell no. There’s no way I’m watching this hanky panky. I’d have to burn all eight eyes out. See ya later, Toby! Wrap it before you tap it!” she howled out before disappearing.

I’d completely forgotten about Jessica. My cheeks flamed, realizing all she’d witnessed, but the second Norman’s fangs pierced my skin, all thoughts of my familiar fled my mind. All I could feel was a flood of pleasure filling my body from head to toe. It was like a drug, tingling cold and hot all at the same time. Norman moaned deeply against my neck, and I felt it rumble through me. His arms closed around my torso, dragging me closer. I gripped his clothes, needing to feel every inch of him against me.

Tipping my head back farther, I made sure I was at the right angle for him to take more. To take whatever he wanted, because right now, I’d have given this man anything. I felt the pull of his fangs taking what he needed, felt it all the way down like a straight shot to my pussy, and I could feel his cock hard and heavy against my stomach. My belly flipped as I clawed at his shirt. He hissed a growl and pulled back, my blood dripping from his mouth. In seconds, he had his shirt ripped over his head, and then he dealt with mine, tearing it straight down the middle with strength I didn't know he possessed.

I moaned as I ground myself against his hardness, and he echoed the sound deeply in his chest. My hands were shaking as I ran them up his sculpted torso and over his shoulders, raking my fingernails down his back to give him the same amount of pleasure and pain he gave me. His lips hit my neck again, and I felt each pull he took, the blood siphoning from my artery. It dripped out of the sides of his mouth, coating both of us in its sticky warmth.

I should have been terrified. I should have been screaming and thrashing and trying my hardest to get away from the monster, but all I could feel was the thrill. The ecstasy. I needed more. “More...” I moaned, echoing my thoughts.

He growled against me, quickly reaching down to unbutton his pants. I was wearing a skirt, so there was no need for me to strip completely, and since my stockings only went up to my thighs, it was simple to get to my pussy when he flipped my skirt over my waist.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I wanted it. I needed it like I needed to breathe. I’d craved his touch for so long now, even when we were both hurting each other inside and out.

Norman fisted himself, stroking slowly. He was no longer sucking my blood, but rather, he was leisurely licking the wound, lapping up every single drop that had spilled down my neck.

I yelped as he lifted me up and pressed my back against the damp glass of the greenhouse. There were vines hanging all around us, and I could only just make out our surroundings through the thick light of the orange moons. It was as if the world had come to a standstill as he settled me over his rigid, wide cock. I slid down easily in one roll of my hips, relishing the full feeling of him inside of me, then my head fell back and thumped against the glass. Moaning in pleasure, I let my eyes fall closed, and Norman growled roughly in his chest as I settled around him.

His fingers dug into my hips, and I could feel him shaking, as if he were doing everything possible to hold back. But I didn’t want him to hold back anymore. I needed him to treat me like the monster he was.

I ran my fingers through his damp black hair and pulled hard enough for him to snap his eyes at mine. “You don’t have to be gentle,” I said with a wicked grin as I ground against him desperately.

That was all he needed. He thrust up into me hard, and I screamed in raptured pleasure. He pounded inside me in rough strokes, enough to press me into the glass, the window groaning behind me as if it would crack at any moment from his forceful, long thrusts. I had one hand in his hair in a tight grip that I knew he would love, and the other was braced on the window pane to hold my balance so I could grind my clit against him with each roll of his hips. I prayed there was nobody outside right now to see us in here, especially my aunties.

I couldn’t think as every thrust had a heavy, burning pleasure rushing through my veins. Blood dripped down my neck and flowed down my exposed breasts, covering the both of us. We moved together in sync, and Norman’s thrusts became erratic. His whole body was taut, and his hands gripped me hard enough to bruise me. He was losing control, and I loved every hard second of it. I supposed I should have been concerned about the blood loss, but my mind was somewhere else as he took control of my body and pleasure.

I felt a pressure building in my stomach and a low, warm tingling sensation, and I knew I was about to come. He could feel it too as I tightened around him, my moans becoming louder. His mouth latched into my wound one more time as he held me tight to his body, and I came hard as he sucked and thrust in sharp movements at the same time, my head banging against the window. The two sensations in tandem were nothing like I’d ever experienced before, and I was pretty sure my soul left my body at some point.

He was shaking, quickly pounding into me in long strokes, and drinking every drop that flowed from my neck. Then I felt him go unnaturally still as he pulsed inside me. His lips left my throat, and he buried his face in my shoulder with a deep groan as he kept coming. He panted heavily, his breath warming the cool part of my neck that bled freely.

My mind flickered to the last time Norman and I had sex. It wasn’t like this. It wasn’t this intense. We’d been fumbling in the dark as we were both experimenting for the first time. But now, this was something else. This was supernatural, glorious, and dirty, all while being kind of nasty in a romantic way.

It felt like forever before we broke apart. I was breathing hard, and a pulse of pain in my neck brought me back to the present. He was still holding me up against the glass when I noticed that his skin felt much warmer than before. I looked up, wiping the hair out of my eyes, and noted the changes in him.

Norman’s skin had a healthy glow, and the bags under his eyes were less pronounced. He was still pale as death, but it wasn’t sickly looking anymore. Those wide lips that were once bloodless were now crimson, painted with my blood, and then he slowly licked his mouth with a swipe of his tongue. Why was that hot? His eyes were clear, and the green was striking against the greenery around us. Fuck, he was handsome. I felt like I could spend all night contentedly staring at his angular face.

Reality started to pour back in as the sexual fog left my head. I cleared my throat and felt another pulse of pain. My palm slapped over the fresh wound, and I winced. Norman’s gaze followed my hand, and he frowned.

“Fuck, I hurt you.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it away. Cold air rushed over the open wound, and the trickle of blood dripping down my skin started to feel itchy.

I must have looked incredibly uncomfortable because he just said, “Shit, hold on,” and clamped his mouth back to the wound, shocking me because I didn’t have much more to give.

I was about to squirm out of his arms when I felt a more pleasant tingle. I went still as Norman ran his tongue over the incisions, leaving a warmth behind that had me sighing in relief. He pulled back, eyes glued to my neck, and I felt my wound knitting itself back together. Somehow, Norman healed the bite marks with his saliva.

I wondered about the biology of a vampire and how it all worked. Would I turn into a vampire now that he’d bitten me? Or was this a Twilight situation, and I’d have to drink his too? Or did I have to die first? What if I started to sparkle? I was freaking myself out just thinking about it.

Norman pulled away, setting me back on my feet. It was then that I remembered that I was shirtless. Now, with the heat of passion behind us, I suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. I snaked my arm in front of my breasts, and Norman frowned. “Oh, hold on a sec,” he said as he bent down. He swiped his T-shirt off the floor and handed it over with a small smile as he shook it out for me.

I gratefully took the shirt and tossed it on, not caring that it was probably on backwards and inside out. I was just happy to be covered. Norman, on the other hand, looked incredibly pleased with himself in his shirtless state. Honestly, I wasn’t complaining.

“That was...” Norman said, trailing off.

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