Page 52 of When Night Falls

"Then feed from me. Let me do this for you. Please, Rivian. Bite me." A pleading tone escapes her perfect pink lips in a devastatingly painful way, and I am seconds away from crumbling at her fucking feet.

"You fucking know what I told you about begging in front me, little one." I press harder into her skin, feeling the pulse vibrate from her neck, into my fingers and through my own veins. The thirst I have for her is all consuming.

"Please."

I don't take another second, falling into the spell my little siren has magicked on me. I lean down to brush my cold lips against her warm soft skin. I take one hand and bury it in the back of her hair, weaving my fingers into her tied up strands, not caring if it provides too much pressure whether for her pleasure or not. My other hand grips the side of one of her hips, tight, as I hold her into place.

Sheis not allowed to squirm.

I'm starving for her. The need so fucking strong that I'm scared of what I might do to her. I press soft kisses against the delicate skin I plan to penetrate. Her breaths can be heard escaping her in faint pants. She doesn't even flinch when I open my mouth against the side of her throat and sink my teeth into her skin.

I hear the slight break of flesh as my teeth punctures through and the taste of her blood fills my mouth entirely too quickly. The taste is euphoric and intoxicating. Her blood is a sweet and tangy mixture of pure ecstasy.

I hear her whimper and I can't tell if it's in protest from pain or if it's gratification she's getting out of this, but the small sound she makes goes straight to my cock.

I suck on her neck for a few seconds more before letting go, allowing me to savor what I took from her, eagerly, but gently at the same time. Her ability to not scream without me even askingher not to is what impresses me the most. I have to compel all my subjects to keep their mouths shut and even then, I can feel them try to fight for their voice.

I lick up the stream that flows down toward the neckline of her dress and she shivers as I drag my tongue along her skin.

"Did you like that?" she asks me, and it takes everything in me not to flip her against this wall and show her exactly how much I enjoyed that little taste of sin she just gave me.

"Your eyes," she reaches up for my face, but I bat her hand away. I know my irises are as black as my pupils and little dark smoke tendrils swirl in the whites of them. That's what happens when vampires get close enough to smell blood, it's something we can't control.

"Why can't I touch you?" she asks, and I know it was wrong of me to deny her the novelty of having her skin on mine again, but the last thing I need is for her to judge me for the inevitable features I possess as my turned self. But more so, I don't want to enjoy the look on her face when she decides she's not afraid of it.Of me.

"I want to touch you," she says to me with more plea and demand in her tone. But I still ignore her request.

"Fine," she throws herself back up against the wall in a pout, "but I know you want more."

I reach behind her and pull her up and into my arms. She immediately grabs onto me by wrapping her arms around my shoulders before I push her further up against the cement wall, not caring how rough I'm being with her. I help her legs around my torso, noticing how her dress creeps up along her thighs in this position.

"I do, but I don't want to hurt you," I admit, more concerned than not, and feeling completely satisfied with what she gave me but still wanting more.

The bloodlust seems to have simmered down for a minute at least but my desire for her has not. It only fueled it that much more. "That's going to bruise." I indicate the spot in question by leaning into the crook of her neck and smoothing my tongue over the mangled surface.

"I can take it. You won't hurt me, Rivian. I promise," she says with such sincerity but almost as if she's speaking to herself more than she's talking to me, and it causes me to push her even harder against the wall, everything I'm feeling for her is amplified in this moment. Not only do I want to continue to taste her blood, but I want her lips back on mine.

"Don't make promises that aren't yours to keep, Cyn," I tell her before leaning back down aggressively and sinking my teeth back into the spot they were before.

This time, she lets out a little yelp and my cock jolts at the sound. I feel her attempt to squirm against me which hardens me even more, desperate to give her what we both know she wants. But she knows she's trapped in my hold, so she gives up and succumbs to my assault on her neck.

But I realize now that her squirms were not from wanting to get free of me, she was pushing herself further into me. I use a pleasant mix of my teeth and my tongue against the side of her throat as I suck the sweet metallic liquid she bleeds just for me.

I can't help when my hand trails along the outside of her thigh to find the hem of her dress.

"Rivian," she whimpers.

I set her down gently on her feet as I pull my sharp teeth from her skin, blood drips from the puncture wounds and I use my fingers to swipe up the stream and pull them into my mouth, sucking her euphoric taste from my digits.

"You taste like a fucking sin, Lucynda." I feel everything in me break apart as I allow myself the indulgence of her blood.

Her eyes are frantically searching for somewhere to look, likely needing reprieve from the tension she'd been forced to feel.

"Kiss me," she begs, and I allow her to pull me into her, blood still layering my lips in a crimson mess. But her needs must be as deep as my own because she doesn't even bother asking me to clean myself off before she crashes her mouth against mine. Her soft lips meet the dark depth of who I am as she kisses the taste of her own blood.

She moans and I fucking lose it.

I keep one hand twisted in the loose strands of her hairs at the nape of her neck, the other now roams up her thigh underneath her dress. She threads her fingers in my hair, twisting and tangling at the roots; her eyes swim with fierce desire and it's all for me.

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