Page 46 of Married to the Vampire Prince

Grace tapped the bedroll next to her. “Come here.”

I hated having to drink her blood right now. I knew she was afraid of me. This act would probably just be another reminder to her of the fact that her husband was a monster and had to perform a grotesque act just to survive.

Still, I needed her ruby blood, so I came close and sat down next to her.

Grace moved her black hair away, exposing her neck.

I swallowed hard at the sight of the white column of her neck. The small act of submission moved something in my heart. I felt my dick get hard as well. I had been connecting feeding with sex lately, but I had to suppress that instinct now. Today I was just supposed to break Grace’s skin and drink her blood. Hopefully I wouldn’t cause her too much pain by doing so without the pleasurable hormonal rush of a sexual act.

“It may hurt a little,” I said, giving her an apologetic look.

She bit her lip, and my gaze wandered to her mouth. I wanted to kiss her. I wished to make love to her.

I couldn’t, though. The monster that I was had no right to embrace her.

“Alright,” she said in a small voice.

I smelled her fear. She was afraid, but only slightly. There was another smell coming from her too, one I recognized – arousal. This whole situation wasn’t easy for her either.

I ignored my growing erection and leaned down to her neck. I bit her as gently as I could. The delicious taste of her blood filled my mouth. I drank greedily.

Grace moaned and grabbed my shoulders. She shuddered.

I stopped drinking and licked her wound closed. My vampire saliva had healing properties.

I pulled away and looked at Grace. Her eyes were closed, and she had a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She was holding on to me for dear life. The scent of her arousal was even more potent.

I blinked, processing the sight before me.

My bite, even though not connected to a sexual act, had made her come regardless.

Grace was breathing heavily. I held her in my arms until she calmed down. When she was back to her senses, she pushed against me, and I let her go.

Her eyes were full of anger. “You said it would hurt. Not…” She waved her hand, blushing furiously.

“I’m sorry,” I lowered my head. “I didn’t think you would come, considering that we weren’t having sex while I bit you. I didn’t know…”

“You’re over a hundred years old,” she threw that fact in my face. “How could you not know?”

She got up but wavered, her legs unsteady. I quickly got up and caught her.

She didn’t push me away this time, instead holding on to my arms, trying to steady herself. I felt that she wanted to run from me but couldn’t, given that her body was still weak and overwhelmed from the orgasm.

“I’m really sorry,” I apologized again. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

I hadn’t meant to show her my monstrous side either a couple weeks ago, yet I had done so anyway. There were so many things I didn’t want to let befall Grace, but somehow I was letting every single one of them happen anyway. It seemed I was destroying everything I touched these days; everything connected to Grace, at least.

“This is ridiculous,” she huffed. “How am I supposed to give you my blood if the exchange can’t be impersonal?”

The thought that she didn’t want me to bring her pleasure stung, though I understood her reasoning. With the distance we now had between us, we were nothing more than strangers, bound by an uncomfortable contract.

“I’m sorry,” I said again, even though I couldn’t change the situation.

For some reason, Grace’s body liked my bite, and neither of us would be able to avoid her physical reactions.

“Get out,” Grace spat.

I nodded, letting go of her carefully. She stood steady on her feet now and glared at me.

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