Page 69 of The Depraved Prince
“So then tell me, baby. What do you want?” He dares me as if I have a choice. “The war may be over, but that doesn’t mean that’s your sanctuary.I am.” He growls, and his teeth slice me open without him having to bite and suck. They barely grazed my neck when I felt the pain strike, and a warm trickle of red rolls down my neck. I groan and tense underneath him while heunleashes a beastly growl from his throat. He hums sadistically as he watches me bleed. “I’ve always been your sanctuary…and you are mine.”
He pulls back, his injuries and bruises already disappearing like they were never there in the first place.
I swallow as the demons in his blue eyes dance in devotion, consuming me.
“I do want you. I want you so much…but it makes me feel crazy. I can tell you what I don’t want, and that’s your money. I don’t want it or care for it. And I also crave a life without vampires, Hayden. Let me go,” I croak out through my tightening throat.
A minute ago, Hayden and I almost died. Now, he wants me to surrender more than he’s already taken?
He stiffens, going rigid at my request, but then his fangs reappear like a threat, and it sends shivers down my spine. My heart thunders, and I want to melt yet run away. How can those two emotions and responses mesh together and co-exist?
“I can’t do that. I can’t lose you.” He pulls back as he shifts into something horrifying. “Centuries on this planet, and no one, not one fucking soul, holds a candle to what you do to me!” He snarls as my denial suffocates him—a vein bulges in his neck, and my curiosity about his kind piques.
“You are rare, Millie. And I’m not talking about your blood. You carry something inside you that makes me forget about the dark demons that plague my numb, soulless mind when I’m around you…please.”
I gasp.
He said it. He really said the word, please.
“I’m begging you, baby.Please…don’t run from us. Or I’ll turn into something far worse.” Another ultimatum to get me to bow down.
Worse? Can he do worse things?
I inhale sharply as if I got hit in the stomach. My heart skips a beat, and despite what has happened, I know what type of darkness he’s talking about.
Demons that crawl into your mind without your permission. Demons that kill you on the inside and destroy you one day at a time. I know that darkness. It’s the type of darkness I fight every single day.
I like him. I really,really, like him, yet I’m so angry with him.
The good that I try to keep within me prevails in this moment. I want to take his pain away. I want to make him feel seen. Maybe I’m the only one in his life who sees past his depravity and dives deep into the origin of his story. We all have a story, and I need his to change.
“Please,” he begs again, his whole body intensifying as he awaits my answer. “Give yourself to me!”
Dammit Hayden.
I’ve already given you my heart the night we met. I just didn’t know it yet.
“Yes… let’s fight our dark demons together,” I concede as heat implodes my veins, and I give into our game.
I look at him with wide eyes as a tear falls out and rolls down the side of my face until it’s in my hair. I reposition myself underneath him. I open my legs and welcome his already hardened, thick, and massive cock that pokes through his clothes.
A victorious smile paints his handsome features. His sharp canines glisten, and he unleashes that animalistic growl right before he sinks his teeth into me. I wiggle and cringe as he sucks at my neck. Pain with euphoric unreal pleasure erupts like the fourth of July throughout my body and mind.
It’s like damn morphine every time he bites me. His bite is an addictive drug. He pulls my entire body off the bed with onearm, lifting me into him greedily, like he wants to tear my throat out and devour me completely.
“Do you realize the amount of strength I have to have not to rip you apart until all of your blood is inside me? You’re fucking divine, Millie…and all mine.”
My clit throbs, my pussy aches to be filled, and he presses his cock onto my pussy over our clothes. Dry humping each other as he sucks the blood out of me.
I yank his soft, thick hair strands, eliciting a vampiric growl. He gets off my neck and goes to my chest. He bites my breast, and I moan out. He returns to my neck, but this time, he goes to the other side.
His sharp teeth cut into me, and I pull on his hair, pressing his face more into my neck as if that’ll stop the pain. I’m trembling and shaking, and my heart is hammering painfully because I want him inside me.
Suddenly, blackness clouds the corners of my eyes, but the morphine-like pleasure that makes me lust for him continues. It’s as if every time he bites me, lust fills me like a curse, making me crave to get bitten, overpowering.
I start to see stars, and my hand falls from his hair as my muscles become mush.
“Hayden...I think...I think I’m going to pass out,” I softly murmur as I grow cold and weak. He’s never taken this much blood from me.
