Page 31 of Sin of the Saints

Libretto’s warning suddenly pops up in my mind, and fear stirs within me as I consider the possibility that Bar might betray me after I give in to him. He who tastes of my blood can banish me… has Bar really lost his faith?

Suddenly I’m not so sure that the loss of his faith is what I’d truly hoped for. I wonder if Lilith is exposing her memories to me as a way of warning me of what happens to one who loses faith. But how can you hold onto faith when the people meant to represent it are so corrupt?

I push the thought aside with great difficulty. “I trust you,” I whisper, barely able to speak. I’m shocked at this insane display of emotion.

“Come to me. I’m going to make you mine, and I’m finally ready to let go.” Bar grabs my cheeks and pulls me in for a kiss that lets loose all the winged creatures from the cage I’d hidden in my belly.

I know the passion he ignites in me isn’t normal. I know it doesn’t happen to everyone, especially not in our world. His passion isn’t sane, it challenges the boundaries of our world. Its intensity frightens me, but I know I want to be brave enough to taste more of it. More of him. So I do the stupidest thing, what Lilith specifically warned me against, and I trust someone else: I trust Bar.

There’s something so familiar in him, familiar like the home I never had. Someone who accepts me despite all my flaws, all my sins. The darkness in me doesn’t scare him, he’s drawn to it like he’s been seeking it out all his life.

His hands move from my cheeks down my neck, and he tightens his grip on me until my throat closes. But I’m not drowning, I’m floating in the hope Bar instills in me. I’m fighting fears that urge me to flee, lest Bar destroy me, and I win. I raise my arms and caress him in the same place he grips me. WhenI increase pressure in sync with him, he trembles beneath my touch and bites my lower lip.

“If you mean to claim me, be prepared to be claimed by me. Equal among equals, that’s the deal. Take it or leave it,” I demand.

“I expected nothing else from you,” he answers.

I want to answer but he claims my lips again, with a strength that forces me back. My back hits the wall, something falls behind us but I pay it no mind. My mind’s busy with repeated prayers for him to make good on all his promises. God help me, I want to be his. The song playing in the background prevents me from fully concentrating on Bar, and I toss the stereo onto the floor. It crashes and the music stops. Enough of this sweetness. It, and they, can all go to Hell.

The candle flames spin around us and I empty my mind of all my thoughts. Bar grunts in satisfaction as I give in to my animal nature, as my sexual instincts take the reins. I bite his lips in the heat of the moment, and his blood bursts into my mouth. A sweet, intoxicating and heavenly flavor fills me, sending me into an unrestrained frenzy.

“That’s gotta go,” I say as I grip his shirt and tear it off him, revealing his perfectly muscled chest. His aura shines between the gaps, and I feel like the Promised Land has been revealed to me, and I want to set down roots and make a home there.

He matches me move for move, ripping off my dress. My red aura stokes my skin, and I’m sure I’ll set the whole place ablaze any moment now, and not metaphorically either.

“Fuck, Belle, I…” He tries to look at me, energetically rubbing his eyes.

I know what he wants. He wants to see me. If he only knew I felt his gaze in the only place that matters to me – deep within my soul. “Touch me, don’t stop,” I plead. Urgency demands it, I feel like if he doesn’t do it soon I’ll crash into oblivion.

“I wanted it to be gentle, romantic, everything I thought you wanted,” he tries to explain, but I lean in and suck the blood from his lips.

“Turns out I’m not that kind of girl. All I want is you, just as you are. Strong, savage, real.” My hands are already on the button of his jeans, undoing his pants.

Yep, romance is out the window, along with whatever’s left of my sanity.

We get rid of our clothes and I gasp as his huge erection presses against my belly. Strong as forged metal, hot as the melting point of steel. I wrap my hand around it and he shivers beneath my touch.

Bar grabs me by the hips and lifts me up. My mouth drops open as my eyes meet his. They’ve become clear, almost transparent and colorless. Something in him is reaching out to me, and I tremble in fear.What is that? What’s happening?Something within him is looking at me, with an intensity that shocks me to my core.

Before I can dwell on the significance of that, he drives himself into me. I scream. It stings, burns where he rips me open from the inside. I claw at his shoulders trying to dull the pain. He withdraws and plunges himself back in again. My inner walls clench around his cock and I get used to that feeling of fullness. I’m overwhelmed but still unsatisfied.

When I open my eyes I see that my long talons had deeply pierced his skin, and blood is pouring down the sides of his body. I want him. Bar, his blood in my veins, his cock inside me.

“Oh my God,” I lean forward and lick up his blood. I can’t stop feeding on him as he thrusts into me over and over.

I think I smell smoke and gunpowder. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s our friction creating that smell, because I’m burning, burning inside and out.

“Belle, look at me, I want to see your beautiful eyes while I’m inside you,” Bar growls, tightening his grip on me in mid-air and fucking me against the wall.

I look right at him and meet his colorless gaze, burning with his desire for me. He licks his blood-slicked hand and grunts wildly. The smell of this blood is different from his.

I notice fangs emerging from between his lips and I’m filled with a paralyzing terror, as I realize he’s just tasted my blood.

“Bar—” I gasp, but he clamps his hand on my mouth and the traces of my blood-scent drive me wild.

“Shh… quiet, Belle, don’t fight it,” he whispers, breathing deep and approaching my neck. My skin is tingling, crawling, I hold my breath. I can’t protest, I’m stunned as his fangs pierce my skin.How is this possible?He sucks my blood and I’m carried out on a wave that shatters me into a thousand fucking pieces of sublime bliss the likes of which I’ve never known. A Satanic orgasm that unleashes a part of me that’s so dark, so hidden.

The familiar itch in my upper gums takes hold of me, I knock Bar’s hand away and press my mouth to his neck. We wage a war of give and take, the one coveting the other beyond restraint. His hips thrust into me savagely, and I feel the wave of another orgasm galloping towards me at dizzying speed.

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