Page 23 of Stolen By the Demon

“Blanche,” he mumbled, and I climbed on top of him, taking him inside me with the same vigor I had drank his blood.

He moved his hands, put one behind my head, and pushed me down to kiss him. I was sure he was tasting his own blood on my lips, but it seemed to turn him on even more as his hips began to buck underneath me.

He directed my head toward his neck. “Bite down,” he rasped.

Hesitantly, I nibbled on his throat as my earlier fantasies came back to me.

“Bite me,” he groaned, stretching his neck.

“Ah, fuck yes,” he screamed when my fangs punctured his flesh. “Blanche, you’re incredible!”

His hips bucked up and down, and I held still as he fucked me while I was latched to his neck. The pulse in my clit intensified, and my muscles began to tense. Not wanting to lose complete control and suck him dry, I sealed the wound and kissed him instead.

Our tongues entwined, and I came so hard I saw stars.

He thrust up into me, and his cock pulsed, pushing his seed deep inside me.

“Blanche,” he panted when our mouths parted. “Fuck, had I known how great it feels to fuck a vampire, I would have done so—”

I boxed him in the arm before he could finish. He laughed and rolled us over without pulling out. “Seriously, though, Blanche. I love you.”

“I love you too.” The words came out easy and from the bottom of my unbeating heart.

Then I stilled as his words sank in. “Is that what I am? A vampire?”

He, too, stilled, looking like someone who had left the barn door open.

“Yes,” he said, honestly. “I’m sorry, little flame.”

“It’s alright,” I managed to get through my choked throat. “I’m damned either way and it’s not like I didn’t suspect,” I giggled depreciatively, I mean what other creature sucks blood?”

He chuckled. “Blanche, you are the purest woman I have ever met. Trust me, you’re not damned. Never could be.”

“I fornicated with a man out of wedlock, many times,” I recited, “and—”

“How do you feel about that? Does it feel like a sin?” he asked.

I shook my head and replied honestly, “No.” It really didn’t. It felt right.

“I’ll marry you as soon as I can find someone to officiate, I swear,” he promised.

“Is that a proposal?” I teased.

“A few hundred years late, but yeah, if you’ll have me.” The edges of his lips twitched, and I laughed with him. It felt good. Freeing.

“Let’s get all this sorted out, and then you may ask me the proper way.” I winked.

“No more talk about being damned?”

“I’m a vampire,” I said out loud, followed by an onslaught of emotions I couldn’t yet define.

“What is it?” he asked, alarmed by my serious expression.

“Well, you’re a demon, right?” You’re immortal,” I stated more than asked.

With an arrogant grin, he corrected, “Prince of Demons.”

I ignored that. “Well, at least we’re kind of even in that regard now. I don’t have to fear to shrivel up and die.”

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