Page 18 of Take Her to the Grave

His smile is devastatingly sexy. "Then let us begin."

Torrin sends a burst of power out of his hand, aiming it at my bed. In one motion, the broken class is expelled from the plush comforter and thrown to the ground. He lifts me, walking me over the broken glass before he lays me on top of the mattress.

I’m almost giddy with relief as he tugs my soft grey pajama pants down, leaving my bottom half in nothing but black lace panties. His eyes darken as he takes me in, licking his bottom lip as his eyes land on the growing wet spot on my panties.

“So eager to be fucked and drank from,” Torrin growls, his voice low and feral. “Such a good fucking girl, Elena.”

My lips part at his words, but I’m speechless. This ancient predator have a dirty mouth, and I’mobsessedwith it. “You like that?” I finally ask, moving my hand to rub my clit over my panties for him.

He removes his clothes swiftly, faster than my eyes can keep up, and he’s suddenly standing before me naked. My eyes widen with surprise when I see his cock and how massive it is. I’ve been with some bigger men, butthis…this is otherworldly. Not only is his body sculpted like a god, but he’shunglike a fucking god.

Sliding my panties to the side, I press a finger inside of myself, plunging as deep as my small fingers will go. It feels so good, but my pussy is begging to be filled by something bigger. Byhim.

Torrin leans forward, tugging on my shirt before helping me out of it by sliding it over my head. I hadn’t been wearing a bra, and now the thin fabric of my panties are the only thing between us. His eyes travel my body, taking in every inch of me before beginning his feast.

“Touch me,” I beg quietly when I’ve decided he’s taking a little too much time studying my body. “Please.”

His eyes travel back up my body, meeting my eyes with a ravenous hunger I haven’t seen from him yet. “There’s no going back,” he warns, but I can see him straining to maintain control. I’m not sure he’d be able to stop here if I told him no.

“Do it,” I confirm, giving him all he needs to lose himself.

In one swift movement Torrin rips my panties clean off my body, leaving me bare and exposed to him.

“I love how your pussy glistens for me in the moonlight,” he says, his voice throaty as he swipes a finger through my folds, coating it in my arousal. He groans when he slides easily with no resistance. “I can already tell you’re going to take me so well.”

Leaning over me, Torrin climbs onto the bed, spreading my legs wide as he nestles himself between them. He brings his face to mine, crashing his hungry lips to mine while one hand trails down my body, quickly finding my pulsing clit. I gasp into his mouth as he rubs slow, firm circles over it, giving him the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangle in a heated kiss, and we moan against each other while he works to draw an orgasm out of me. The tightness in my stomach grows quickly, and I try to hold onto it for just a moment longer, but when he pulls away from my mouth and flicks his tongue over my peaked nipple I fall apart, completely unraveling under his touch. I cry out, letting my back arch off the mattress as I come for him.

As my orgasm peaks and begins to come down, he moves his mouth even lower, covering my clit with it while two of his fingers explore along my center, glidingaround in my arousal for a few seconds before he gives me what I need. Torrin plunges his two large fingers inside of me while he laps at my clit, sucking and devouring me. The adrenaline of not knowing if he’s going to prick me with his fangs drives me over the edge again, and I come again.

This time, I scream his name as he pumps in and out of me, forcing an orgasm so intense I feel like I’m going to explode. Stars form in my vision around us as rays of moonlight cast through the broken window, illuminating us.

“Good girl,” Torrin praises me as I come down from my second orgasm. He positions himself between my legs and lines his cock up with my entrance, and then he sinks into me with one thrust.

“Oh God,” I whimper, getting lost to the feeling of him stretching me. “That feels so fucking good.”

Taking both of my wrists in one of his hands, Torrin raises them above my head, pinning them there while he buries himself inside of me. His rhythm is slow at first, and then he speeds up as his eyes darken, and without him saying so, I know he’s losing control. A small part of me feels afraid, but he came to my rescue so quickly. He doesn’twantto hurt me.

Torrin’s thrusts become brutal, but Ineedmore. He leans into my neck, licking and trailing kisses over it and acrossmy cheek, letting his soft breaths whisper against my ear. My eyes flutter as the sensory overload, and I instinctually expose my neck to him. Torrin doesn’t hesitate to scrape his fangs along my neck between kisses.

I want to reach for him, but he has both of my hands still pinned in place. I’m completely at his mercy as he gets lost inside me. A sharper prick of his fangs has my breath hitching in the back of my throat, and the moment I jump is the moment he chooses to sink them inside of me, all the way this time. Last night wasn’t nearly as deep, but this is all the way in. It’s so much more primal feeling. It’s so much more intense.

Pain stabs through me at first, but it’s quickly overrun by a tsunami of pleasure. It pulses through me, taking over every cell in my body as he drains mouthfuls of my blood. Torrin grunts and moans as he drinks me, maintaining his hard thrusts. My mind becomes so overrun with pleasure that I can no longer see or think straight, and I should be concerned that Torrin is possibly feeling the same way and may be too far gone to stop before he kills me, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m completely lost to the pleasure.

A third orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I’m screaming, squirming to get free of his hand so that I can claw at his back, but he keeps me there. Just when my orgasm hits its climax, Torrin pulls his mouth off of me to cut his own wrist with his fangs, pressing it to mymouth as blood spills from his skin. He immediately returns his fangs to the puncture wounds in my neck, plunging deep into me again.

I open my mouth for him, letting the blood trickle into my mouth. Euphoria hits, and now that my wrists are free, I use my hands to grip his arm, pulling it into my face so that I can drinkmoreof him. He lets out a roar as we come together, high on bloodlust and the exchange of power happening between us. Torrin empties himself inside of me, using my pussy to milk every last drop out of his cock.

We’re both panting and sweaty as we stare into each other’s eyes, feeling completely overwhelmed by what we’ve just experienced. If every time is like this, I’ll never get enough of him. I’ll never be able to stop.

Chapter Eight

BLOOD BOND

The cemetery looksdifferent through my changing eyes. Shadows that once seemed threatening now feel like old friends, welcoming me home. The moon hangs full and heavy above Ravencrest's ancient stones, and I can feel its power thrumming through my enhanced blood.

It's been three days since the attack, since I proved myself by marking the young vampires with my power. Three days of intense transformation as Torrin's blood continues to change me from within. I'm not quite vampire yet, but I'm now far more vampire than I am human. I exist in the headspace between, watching my old life fall away like autumn leaves.

My phone buzzes in my pocket – another worried message from Lisa that I'll ignore. I made a post on social mediasaying that I’m going on extended vacation and let my editor know that I need time to sort through some personal things. It should feel like loss, this gradual severing of mortal connections. Instead, it feels like freedom.

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