Page 124 of When Night Falls

I lean in, letting her curl into me while I caress her skin with my fingers, blood still wet in places under my touch, until they make their way up to the curve of her plump bottom lip.

"What is it?" she asks, letting her voice sink low between us, soaking in the impurity of our sensual gratification.

"I want to prepare you for something I have to do, and I need you to know that it isn't going to be pretty, and it will likely cause me to be deemed as an enemy to a lot of people in and out of the Society." I watch as she listens, hanging on to my every word as normal.

"I won't leave your side, Rivian. Whatever it is, I'll be here." I let my thumb pull at her bottom lip before bringing it back up the scar that caresses her cheek, splattered with little dots of dried blood.

"You just came to my rescue without blinking an eye. I owe you for that. And even if I didn't owe you for that, I'd still stand by your side, Rivian. I made a vow to you." Her admission sinks low in my gut and remedies the guilt I've been feeling.

She rests her head in the palm of my hand and leans into my embrace, her legs still in my lap and her chest rising and falling in anticipation.

All blood and tears, revenge and sympathy. My sweet sin is a devastating vice.

I grip her by the back of her head, pulling her in to close the gap between us and there's not a second more of time to allow us to revel in the moment before her lips greedily crash into mine.

Our kissing is rushed and desperate, our tongues racing to dance with each other. I feel her squirm beneath me as I taste the dried blood on her lips when the scent of fresh blood reaches my nostrils.

"Cyn.” I look into her eyes. “You're bleeding." I pull away and whisper darkly against her mouth as all of my senses rage with hunger at the smell.

"What no, I-" She searches her body for wounds, but I know she won't find any. "They didn't touch me. This is all her blood," she defends, trying to understand what I'm talking about.

"No, I mean . . . you'rebleeding." I look down to the space between us.

She follows my eyes and looks down before starting to curl into herself, realizing just what I was talking about.

"Wait, how is that possible?" Shouldn't I be-?" Her face contorts with confusion and embarrassment as she tries to wiggle out of my embrace but I hold her in place, denying her the ability to leave. "How do you know?"

"I cansmellyou." I become ravenous with the thirst for her blood, and I know she can see the change in my eyes become so visceral that it stops her in her tracks, focusing solely on how I crave for her.

I try to retain a semblance of control as I explain to her what is happening to her body.

"Your body is at the edge of completing transition. Hence the severe thirst for blood and the over-emotional feelings that have ravaged you. Your body is finishing out the rejection of every last ounce of human blood you have because the bind can only take on so much." I swing her legs back over, letting them fall out of my lap as I stand. I lift her up by her waist and move her up on the bed so that she's positioned in the middle of it. She gasps as I toss her down gently.

"You won't bleed for long," I say in a lusty tone, letting my greed take over all else as I reach up to grab at the strap of her thong, forcefully pulling it down.

"Riv, what are you doing?" She seems to feign denial and attempts to repel from my action, but I pull her back to me so that her ass is at the edge of the bed. A perfect position for me to strip her of the sad piece of fabric holding back what I crave most.

Once I get her panties removed, I position her legs up and spread her apart, my hands on her knees as she opens wide for me.

"Riv, you don't have to do this." she mutters as I push her down flat onto the bed, and I can hear the way her heart skips a beat, excited for what comes next.

"Little one, I don't know if you know this, but you have blood smeared all over your body. I don't see a problem if it's also dripping from you." I lower my head between her legs and trace my tongue along the gooseflesh of her skin until I reach the apex of her thighs.

"I don't-" Lucynda is flustered from lust and greed but also indecision of whether or not she wants to let herself give into this.

"Just a little taste, Cyn." I lick my lips, smelling the sweet tangy scent invading my senses. I look down between her legs, hearing her whimpers as she fights the desire to let me have her.

No actual trace of blood is visibly present just yet but the moment I enter her with my fingers, I know I'll draw it out of her.

"Please." I don't care if I’m damn near begging for her to let me in, but I can't stand the denial of my wife's bloodied pleasure.

She sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth and gives me a greedy nod of approval, watching the moment I take my answer and act on it.

I slide my tongue through her slit, not wasting a moment more to taste the sweetness of her arousal. She's already wet from the thrill of how dirty this can get, and I groan with satisfaction.

I retreat to kiss her soft lips, loving the way she squirms when I take them in my mouth and use my teeth to test her sensitivity.

But I don't hover for too long before I spread her apart with my thumbs and trace her entrance once more with tongue.

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