Page 31 of Dark Desire
My fangs started throbbing as my gaze locked onto her pulsing vein, thrumming down her neck. A red mist hazed my vision as I heard nothing but the beating of her erratic heart. I was so fucking hungry. But it was more than that. It was an obsession. It was compulsion. I had to know how she tasted. I had to feel her blood in my veins. I honestly had no idea if I’d be able to stop once I started. This was not the way I planned on killing her but…
Fuck it.
I ripped the mask off my face, exposing myself. I hissed through my fangs as her eyes widened with a flash of fear and recognition that I looked like Zachary before I sank them into her neck and gave over to my predatory needs. A cry of pain echoed around the room because I was far from gentle about it, but the moment her rich, delicious blood hit my tongue, my eyes rolled and my whole body rippled with pleasure on top of her. Her cry of pain turned into a long moan as I gulped down her blood, running my hands up her arms and holding her bound wrists in my fists. I rocked myself against her body, needing the friction as I became lost to blind pleasure. I’d never experienced a feed like this.
Her blood ignited a fire in my veins–a burning desire to take it all, to have her beneath my skin, feeding my own life with hers. With my lips latched around the curve of her neck, my hands moved back down her arms and tangled in her soft curls, gripping too tightly as I pulled her in closer, losing myself to the lust-filled fever. The first taste of her blood had been ecstasy, the second awoke an addiction. And then, it became a frenzy.
Her body relaxed beneath me, melting into mine as a weak, breathless whimper escaped her lips. Ambroz roared within, unwilling to release her. She was ours. We felt stronger with every gulp; a deep void inside us was slowly shrinking, but with it, we could feel her slipping away.
We were killing her.
Wecouldn’tstop. Didn’t want to.
Everything about her blood was fucking heavenly. Like a drug created just for us. Our soulmate.
My fangs buried deeper, my arms locking around her body. The rhythm of her heart slowed, and a single plea left her lips as a whisper.
“Please.”
The reality of the situation slammed into me like a dagger to the heart. I ripped my fangs away from her neck and fell back onto the floor, panting heavily and shaking uncontrollably as sudden terror tightened my gut. Her blood ran down my chin, staining my skin crimson as I frantically rushed to her unmoving body. She was too pale. Her eyes were closed. Blood soaked into the sheet beneath her, where it continued to leak from the puncture marks in her neck. I shoved my hand against them, pressing hard to stop the bleeding. The faintest heartbeat flickered against my fingertips. Her head lolled to the side, and her eyelids fluttered.
She was still alive.
A warrant of emotion rampaged through me, knocking the air from my lungs. First relief and regret, followed by opposing anger and frustration that I couldn’t go through with it. Her life had been in my hands once again, and I still couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was so fucking weak!
After tugging on my jeans, I shuffled back until I fell into the leather armchair. I watched her from a distance, loathing how my eyes were trained on the rise and fall of her chest to ensure she kept on breathing.
‘We should claim her soul.’Ambroz argued in my head.
I growled in response.
‘Hear me out. Our desire for her, the need to claim her as ours, is stopping us from being able to kill her, knowing we will never have her soul. If we have it and then kill her, she will be forever ours. She will have to wait for us in the Underworld until our time is up and then we will torment her just like this for all eternity. Imagine the fun we would have because she would be fucking furious that we killed her. It is the best of both worlds. We get our revenge and free us from her in this life, but in the next, she is ours for all eternity.’
I tilted my head, contemplating his argument. I had to remember that he was a firstborn demon; his need to have her soul, regardless of what she had done, would always be stronger than anything else. It was his entire purpose. Why should I torture him by refusing him her soul?
’She’ll never willingly give us her soul,’ I answered in response.
‘Then we will have to persuade her. She can have her three days in exchange for her soul. If it’s pleasure that she wants, I think we are off to a pretty good start.’
I scoffed.‘We nearly killed her, Ambroz.’
‘Nearly. We could wake her up with an orgasm? I am sure she’d soon forget she was mad.’
My gaze travelled down to her parted legs, her bare, perfect pussy on full display, taunting me. Hours passed as I went back and forth, trying to decide what to do. Could I find the strength to kill her? Or perhaps Ambroz was right. Fucking her and claiming her soul first might make it easier because we wouldn’t be losing her completely. Or maybe I should just fly the fuck away and pretend she doesn’t exist. All of the options felt like poison on my tongue. It all tasted bitter and foul.
As the sun started to rise over the moors and filtered through the curtain, I knew I should leave. But desire kept me rooted to the spot. Surely she’d had enough rest by now. I licked my lips as a different kind of hunger spread through my veins. If her pussy tasted anything like her blood, we were in big fucking trouble.Don’t give in to temptation, Z.I heard my brother’s voice in my mind as if he was the angel on my shoulder. But the devil was my demon. And he was fucking louder.
Abruptly, I stood up and positioned myself at the end of her bed, watching her beautiful naked, sleeping form. Colour had returned to her face and she looked like an angel that the devil had captured to have his wicked way with. I may be close to thedevil but she was no fucking angel. Red marks were starting to form on her wrists that were still handcuffed between the bars and I pushed down the trickle of guilt that tried to make itself known.
Dropping my knees onto the bed, I crawled up her body and hovered above her on my hands and knees. Without the mask restricting my senses, I could smell, see and taste her so much better. I lowered my face to her neck and slowly licked the dried blood away from her skin, being careful not to wake her. She stirred a little and a soft moan escaped her lips. My tongue continued to travel down to her chest, swirling over her nipples lightly and then down the centre of her stomach. Her skin tasted like cinnamon and sin. Fucking delicious. Even though she was still sleeping deeply, her body reacted to my touch. Her skin pebbled, her body flinched and her breathing quickened. And fuck, I could smell her arousal.
I fell to my stomach between her thighs and stared at my biggest weakness. Her soaking pussy was already demanding I worship it or destroy it. I was about to do both. I trailed my tongue along her inner thigh. Another soft moan filled the room and the moment my tongue lapped up the centre of her cunt, her back arched off the bed as she gasped. Another lick. Another moan. Fuck, she was the best thing I had ever tasted. I groaned into her flesh, losing control and latching onto her as my hands pinned her thighs down to the bed with force. I sucked her clit into my mouth hard and her head snapped up from the pillow as her hands rattled against the metal. She woke with a gasp and then a cry as her body curved away from the mattress in pleasure when my tongue flicked her little clit with slow, rhythmic patterns.
“Oh, holy fucking shit,” she cried, her body squirming as I picked up the speed. “Fuck! Yes.”
I licked her. Teased her. Fucked her with my tongue until she was uncontrollably squirming and panting.
“Yes. More. Please.”
