Page 24 of Evil Hearts

“Say that again,” I rumble. Hadn’t even meant to growl out the words, but her eyes widen, and her throat tightens. And oh damn I want to pin her against the wall and fuck her until she’s screaming my name.

Where did that come from? That’s not a normal thought to have, right?

“Scotty?” she breathes.

Yeah. Yeah, I like the sound of my name on her lips. I scoop her up into my arms and hurry off to her salon. No, our salon, because I have no intention of letting her live down here alone. Not for another day, another second.

She says nothing when I lay her down on the cot and push the blankets away. She says nothing as she stares up at my face and brushes her fingers against my cheeks.

But I need to hear those words.

“Juli, is this okay? What we’re doing?” I ask as I hover over her.

She nods.

“No, sweetheart.” I run my thumb across her lips, and she presses her fangs into the flesh of my throat. I let out a soft hiss, but it’s a good kind of pain. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” she says finally, and then our mouths crash together again.

We remove each other’s clothing in a flurry of movement, not caring if we tear something in the process because I can just fix it with my expert sewing skills again. Once we’re finally naked, Juliette surprises me by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me against her chest. Against her bare breasts, which are small with dark nipples and perfect in every way. Nosferatu or not, she’s hot and beautiful and … and all mine. How can the rest of the world not see what a beauty she is?

Juli lifts her head and presses her fangs into my neck again, this time in a different spot. Hot rivulets of my blood run down my throat, and she drags her tongue across my Adam’s apple, lapping it all up.

“Fuck,” I growl. It’s too much. I can’t keep my cock to myself anymore. It needs to be inside of her, buried within her cunt.

With a buck of my hips, I push between her legs and bury myself inside of her. Juliette lets out a sharp hiss. She bites me again, this time on the other side of my neck. More of my blood spills, and she greedily drinks that up, too.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I growl in her ear.

Juliette moans as she digs her claws into my scalp.“More,” she sighs. “More.”

Oh, she’ll get more. As much as she wants, until she can’t stand it anymore. I lean down to bite her earlobe, which makes her shiver against me as I move in and out of her. Not too fast. Not too slow. Need to get the speed and rhythm juuuust right. I slam against her thighs, and she lets out a moan, until she’s finally,finallyscreaming.

“Scotty!” she cries. “Scotty, please!”

I press my nose into the crook of her neck as I pound into her. “I’ve got you, baby girl,” I whisper. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to come.” Her words come out as a moan right as I press my fangs into her tender flesh, spilling her blood. I drink from her deeply, relishing in the feeling of our hot, tangy blood mixing together.

Fuck me. This is what dreams are made of, isn’t it? I’ve had plenty of sex before, but it’s never been like this. Ever. Juli makes me feel … makes me feel alive again.

I sit back on my knees and pull her up along with me, impaling her on my cock. From this angle, I can kiss her as much as I want to, and I want to kiss her until she’s sick of me. She can drink from me as much as she wants, too. She could drain me dry and dump me into the sewers after we’re done, I don’t care. Juliette’s lips press against mine as she bobs up and down against my neck, her tits bouncing along.

“That’s right, baby,” I rumble. “Take what you want from me. Take as much as you need.”

Juliette’s pupils dilate, and I both see and feel her bloodlust take over. Good. Let her enjoy herself, for once. This beautiful, sensitive soul has been locked down here like a bird in a cage for centuries. And for what? Simply because the rest of society deems her too ugly?

Screw that, and screw society. Because my girl is gorgeous, and if anyone wants to say anything about it, they’ll have to deal with me.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I growl into her ear as I hold her flush against me.

Juliette rides me hard, and when she digs her nails into my back, piercing the skin, I barely even notice. We may as well be one entity at this point. We’ve certainly shared enough blood. My girl throws her head back and pants as her orgasm rips through her tiny body.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say, jerking my hips against her to ride out the orgasm with her. I grit my teeth as my own climax crashes into me.

And then we fall against the blankets in a bloody mess, sated and exhausted. I wrap my arms around her middle and pull her against my chest, cradling her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

“We’ve made a mess, mon coeur,” she whispers.

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