Page 105 of When Night Falls

"You ready, Cyn?" He's asking for my permission again but I have no arguments on the subject. I'm ready.

I nod my head in silent approval and Rivian stretches out his arm before pulling wrist to his mouth. He bears his sharp teeth, his eyes swirling with black ribbons before he clamps down on his skin and bites into the flesh. Immediately, red liquid pours from the corners of his mouth which then drips down onto my skin but I don't cringe or twitch at the fluid now pooling on my chest. I watch in awe as he brings his wrist down to my mouth and presses it against my closed lips.

"Suck," he demands and like a woman starved, I open for him and allow his blood to drip onto my tongue. It's tangy, like the iron pills I took for a while when I found out I was anemic. But it's not at all what I was expecting. I grip the back of his wrist with my hand as I pull him in closer and I suck from the wounds, letting more of his blood seep down to the back of my throat before I swallow.

I feel a fresh surge of power sweep through me, almost like when you get hooked up to an IV at the hospital and the liquid they pump into you gets flushed through your veins.

He removes his wrist from my lips and I feel dribbles of his blood trail down my chin.

I see the desire light up in his eyes. He likes me like this and I love the way he's looking at me.

I strain my neck for him, knowing exactly where I want his teeth.

But before he makes his move, he lowers his lips to my nipple where a few drops of his blood are and he darts his tongue to clean me off, letting himself enjoy the peaked bud of my breast before sucking the rest of the blood from my skin.

Then he finally finds his way into the crook of my neck where, without warning, he breaks into my skin and I shudder at the way his dick twitches inside of me. I'm already so wound up again, that when he reaches between us to press his middlefinger into my clit and provides me with friction by making little circles around it, I nearly shatter again.

Between the invasion of his teeth in my neck, his tongue lapping up the metallic liquid I provide him and the touches of his rough finger against my sweet spot, I come.

I come so fucking hard I see stars.

He abuses my neck while putting me back together with the rhapsodic way he touches me.

He leans up, blood dripping from his mouth and his eyes start to turn back to their normal emerald state before he grips my head in the palms of both of his hands, one on either side of my neck. He forces my eyes on his and the last thing I hear him say before he really breaks me this time is, "You consume me, my sweet sin. It's fucking treacherous."

And then he snaps my neck.

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I watch as her last breath escapes her; my cock still buried inside.

I now have the power of a soul-tied marriage, fully implementing theanima vinculumwhich means that the blood of our Society is now unmatched in strength and power. Soul bonds are rare these days, leaving the rarity and uniqueness of my marriage a highly respected one. Or so it should. But more so, it will allow me to do what I have to do and have the strength to do it, ending everything that created the very evil that I am.

I lean down to press yet another kiss against her temple, loving how soft her cold flesh feels against my warm lips. I can't help the way my mouth craves her body, every square inch of it.

I remove myself from inside her, watching how our cum slowly falls from her pussy not more than a few seconds afterward. She's going to feel so sore in the morning. Everywhere.

I get up from the bed, looking back down at my dead wife and admiring her beauty even as her skin pales and her veins start to run cold. She's a vixen and I am ruined by her.

I needed her to get rid of that memory for a multitude of reasons. The main one being that I needed her to have an unfailing trust for me. I needed her to remember the pain she'd been a victim to so that anger would hopefully edge its way back into her mind because I am so close to exposing my truth and I need her focus elsewhere. But the other reason is because she was never going to give up this unreasonable idea that she needed to be loved in light of feeling so utterly alone. If she lets go of the pivotal point in her life that caused her to feel that way, she might move forward without feeling so drawn to the perception that our hearts have to be undeniably rooted to the core of a frivolous four-letter word in order for her to feel accomplished in life. This way, she'll allow me to give what I can, and she'll know she's worthy, because my god is she worthy.

I pull on my clothes before turning to the basket that Natasha had dropped for us earlier, but my attention is stolen by a soft knock at the door.

"Not now!" I shout, not even trying to keep my voice low for my sleeping beauty, for obvious reasons. But despite my demand for privacy, the lock on the door switches and it creaks open.

"I'm so sorry, Rivian, but I fear there's a bit of urgency required." Natasha's sweet old voice fills the air and I lose the impatience I was feeling the moment she peeks her gray head of hair behind the door.

"What kind of urgency?" I question as I look between her and my corpse, noting that I am also dealing with an important matter.

"It's Viktrum, he's here and-"

"Tell the guards not to let him in." I let my voice raise in sternness toward this sweet old lady as I attempt to wave her away.

"The guards are keeping him contained for now but I'm afraid we do need you. He's insisting." She tries to smile but her tired eyes won't let her.

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