Page 72 of Dark Awakening

How can he think that I'm part of some prophecy? It is hard to believe that such a thing as vampires even exists, not to mention my own freak show of glowstick fingers. I had to accept that the creatures of legend, werewolves, are now confirmed. But just when I've come to terms with all that, I'm suddenly bombarded with more unknown supernatural information.

Can it be possible that more exist than I think? Am I prepared for what lies beyond my vision?

Knowing that Rhyland is possibly the only one who can assist me with my strange light gives me some comfort. The probability of other otherworldly elements out there entices my curiosity. As someone eager to learn the unknown and uncover the truth, this can be my way of understanding my problem. My world is spinning out of control.

What will happen next?

Suddenly, the fog clears, all thanks to Rhyland's breakdown of what this incredible bond really is. It's why his gravity seems to anchor the very air I breathe—why being torn away from him feels like walking barefoot on broken glass.

His presence? It's my kryptonite and my superpower all in one, a magnetic field that pulls me back even when I swear it's my last orbit. Skin on skin, him against me, there's a buzz beneath my flesh—a live wire sparking life into shadows I didn't know I was hiding.

His ocean-deep eyes set my world ablaze with a stare that strips my defenses bare. I'm aching to be lost in whatever this is, to twine my fate with his until you can’t tell where I end, and he begins.

I cannot deny how my heart races when Rhyland speaks of our blood mingling through a vampire's intimate ritual. Fear is with tingling curiosity at what new plane of ecstasy such an act could unlock between us.

He has ignited a ravenous flame inside me that consumes coherent thought and leaves only breathless desire. This obsession goes beyond flesh—it's like he's lit a fuse in my soul.

He is hinting at me regarding this prophecy without saying it directly. A chill runs down my spine as I think about what this could mean for us, but despite my fear, I have an inner curiosity to discover its truth.

Rhyland stands behind me and reaches for the edges of the towel; it falls away, revealing my sun-kissed skin glistening with water droplets. My eyes rove over his smooth, toned chest and sinewy arms through the mirror. The intricate tattoos that decorate every inch of his toned body make him even more seductive. I want nothing more than to trace each ink design with my tongue and find out what they mean in a much more intimate way.

He lowers his head to nuzzle my neck, and I shiver delicately against him. He traces his fingertips along my tight stomach and then up to my ample breasts. He’s gauging my reaction in the mirror—and a soft sigh escapes my lips. My body melts into his with every kiss and nibble on my neck.

We’d just finished our frenzied lovemaking, and my body already aches for more of him, desperate to feel his warmth pressing against me and inside me. The man is large and imposing, like a sturdy stallion. His thickness alone made me scream out in ecstasy. My craving for him starts to rise again. I want him more than before, and my body burns with desire.

I meet his gaze in the mirror, my breath hitching at the intensity of his stare. He towers above me, making me feel minuscule and vulnerable. His height is intimidating as he has to stoop to reach my neck. I can almost taste the fire of his mouth against my skin—a sensation that sends a heated shudder through me.

The thought of him biting me earlier floods me, stirring up questions I never considered.

What would it feel like? Could he make me feel pleasure through pain? How does something so forbidden become something so tempting? He gently grabs my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, applying enough pressure to make me moan and gasp as pleasure courses.

His hot breath on my ear sends shivers down my spine as he whispers, “One taste of you isn’t enough—I’m addicted to every inch of you.” His tongue plays with the sensitive skin on my neck, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

With trembling lips, I whisper, “Rhyland…”

Do I want this?

“Yes…?” he murmurs seductively, his voice like velvet.

Licking my lips to moisten them, I take a deep breath and utter the words that will change everything—“Bite me.”

His fierce azure eyes hold me captive in their gaze as we peer into the looking glass. My nipples harden to two diamond-like points, aching for more of his touch. His tall, muscular frame embraces me from behind, caressing my body and igniting my passions with his lips and hands.

“Dani…I…” He begins, but I know what I want.

Before he can even finish his words, I beg, “Bite me…Please,” I crave the feeling of him consuming me whole.

Without hesitation, he plants soft kisses along my neck until his teeth pierce my skin. A sharp gasp escapes me as pleasure and a hint of fear flood my veins when his bite grazes against my carotid artery. He pulls me closer in response to my gasp as he moans against my neck. His powerful hands caress my breasts, each squeeze escalating the waves of pleasure that surged through me.

I am transfixed, unable to look away as I watch him consume me. His hands lovingly cradle me against him while his lips greedily absorb my life force from my neck.

Scarlet droplets cascade down my skin like a trickle of fire, staining my breasts. Each drop of blood he takes into his body causes me to moan with pleasure until I am lost in an ocean of ecstasy. His lips suck hungrily on my neck, igniting an inferno within me that threatens to consume us both. Each touch is like a symphony of sensations I never want to end.

His hand slides farther south, finding its way to my aching, pulsing clit where he toys with it expertly while simultaneously taking life from my neck. I lean back into him with abandon, offering up my throat, giving him total access to take what he desires.

As he drinks deeply, euphoria spreads through my veins. Our moans mingle, our bodies becoming one in this intimate act.

When he finally withdraws his fangs, his eyes blaze with possessive hunger. He runs his hand down my torso, coating his fingers in the blood still dripping from my neck. Gazing intensely into my eyes, he trails his bloody fingers down my bare skin, leaving glistening red smears across my breasts and stomach.

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