Page 117 of The Depraved Prince
I roll my hips fast and needy, making a mess of myself as I whimper from the pain of his bloodlust. His teeth always cut into me like butter. As I move, warmth leaks down my neck. It’s my blood. We make love to each other on his bike, with teeth, blood, and craze. Our bodies become one as we fuck underneath the moon and right by the water as he gets his sweet tooth satisfied by my blood.
“How do I feel?” I moan and scrape my black polished nails into his back.
“You feel like mine,” he drawls deeply without missing a beat.
Hayden
Fuck. Every time I sink all the way home into her tight pussy, her walls welcome me perfectly because she was made for me. No other man will ever get to experience the way her soul lights up a room or the way she comes withmy nameon her lips. I don’t know how I’m going to survive knowing she attracts other men just by breathing at the university. Her presence is a glowing gift and everyone notices her when she walks into a room, it’s inevitable. I’ll be watching closely, even when my back is turned. I’ll always be watching. I may be paranoid, but I’m doing everything I can to keep her alive before she consents. I’m watching her all the time when she thinks I’m not. The evil shadow inside of me grows by the day.
I am the most powerful vampire King in Immortal’s Country.
“You’re so beautiful, Millie. You’re every single dream I’ve ever had come true. I don’t regret scaring that little asshole away tonight. I’ll remove any man’s eyeballs from their skull if they look at you like that,” I groan as her honey-brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
“Creep” by Radiohead plays as I continue to rail her deeper and deeper on my bike until the head of my cock destroys her pussy. I pull on her skirt, fisting it to keep her in place. Because every time I thrust, she jolts from how much power I drill upon her body. As always, I have to restrain my strength because I’ll end up killing her if I don’t. My girth is too thick and long that every time I pump, it hits her cervixandsweet g spot. She moans, and I know those sounds all too well. Those sweet melodies she makes me when she’s close to meeting her climax.
“Always keep these legs open for me…and only me,” I growl. I continue to feed from where I engraved my teeth marks like a tattoo. Her hands thread into my hair, pulling me closer to the base of her neck as if it’ll help ease the pain. The taste of her warm, Valkyrie blood is another blessing I don’t deserve but one I will cherish for eternity.
“Hayden, my love, it hurts. You can stop now.” A whimper follows suit out of her pink lips that match her flustered cheeks.
She tries to push me off her neck with her palms, but my demons want me to keep going.
”No!” I growl, defying her and continue to drain her from her neck. I thrust harder, faster, a deep creature like snarl vibrates against her hot flesh as I hold her tighter. I can’t help it. It’s too fucking good. “You can take it,” I command through a full mouth of her metallic addictive blood. How does she expect me to stop? It’s like trying to defy gravity. She’s too delicious, too beautiful to refrain myself.
She snaps me out of the darkness.
Her dainty and slender fingers connect with the side of my face and temples. I growl and my vampirism slowly retreats. I stop drinking. I lick my ice lips as her hot blood drips all over the both of us.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize weakly as I pull back.
But she doesn’t stop riding me. She yanks my hair and throws her head back as we fuck. She’s covered in red just the way I love. Her pussy clenches down on my dick as she moans my name over and over again. She’s coming all over my cock.
“I hate you sometimes. Oh...fuck Hayden,” she moans harder as her orgasm rips through her, and her cheeks pinken.
I grin proudly, watching her come undone. Her walls are closing in tighter around my nerves and I implode. I spill my cum inside her with a feral growl, bliss clouding my thoughts and the demons fade away to the point I don’t know my own name.
I love her. I love her so fucking much. When she’s not with me,I’m lost. I would turn her now if I could but she wants to experience being a mother and I’m going to honor that before Death comes knocking on her door.
“We’re going to have our little family one day. You will carry my children. And we’ll never let them feel what we did, right?” I groan into her neck, kissing and licking at her wound.
She’s heaving, her chest coated in sweat despite the freezing temperature. Millie looks as if she doesn’t want to come back down from the oblivion I just fucked her in. She nods as her blissful climax still lingers between the both of us. She presses her lips to my cheeks.
“Our own little family,” she concedes. “You always get what you want…even if you have to take it.”
42
HAYDEN
I wakeup the next night to Millie’s sobs in the bathroom. Throwing the bed sheets off my body, I run towards the sound of her fast heartbeat. Every step I take, I can’t help but wonder who I’m going to hurt for it. Walking behind her in nothing but my boxers and silver chain with the Drago emblem down my neck, her warmth calls to me like it always does.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I urgently ask, gripping her shoulders comfortingly. She stands in front of the mirror, and I watch her skin dip in where my fingers are in the reflection. She’s in her silk black-laced gown that flows just below her knees, and she’s already drying her tears with her knuckles. She has something in her hand, gripping it tight like she’s frustrated.
“It’s nothing, my love. I’m sorry for waking you up.” she apologizes softly. I reach over her shoulders slowly and take her hand. She looks away while I pry her trembling fingers open.
It’s a pregnancy test.
I swear my whole world stops, and I have the biggest smile on my face.
“It’s…negative. I’m so sorry, Hayden.” Millie sits down on the closed toilet with her face in her palms, hiding herdisappointment while using her black waves of hair to mask her emotions further.
