Page 29 of Crimson Devotion
My heart clenches at the thought. Memories flood my mind for a couple of seconds. All the good, all the bad that I’ve experienced over the years. All the training, the late nights getting drunk in our dorms, or skipping classes to smoke with my colleagues. But a part of me knows this is something that needs to happen. For their safety, and my own.
“Okay.’’
Yvonne’s eyes fall to my neck, to the small, pink two dots. Her eyebrows lift to her hairline, a teasing smirk on her lips as he looks back at me. “My, my, fated mates? How incredibly rare.’’
I groan. “Any help with that?”
“I’ll send you some books that might help,’’ she offers. “Though, it’s so rare that even the written text isn’t completelyaccurate. But it might give you an idea of how to navigate the situation.’’
“Thank you, Yvonne.’’
“Don’t thank me. The worst is yet to come for you, Faith. Be ready.’’
TWELVE
Ophelia
The door of my bedroom room bursts open, and Faith strolls inside. She’s still barefoot, her hair damp from the previous shower. My heart skips a beat at the sight of her wearing my dress, and somehow, it fits her better than it ever fit me. Her chest moves with each step she takes, and it pains me to look away.
I’m still trying to get used to the beating of my heart. It’s been too long since I left felt it, and it’s foreign. With the heightened senses, my heartbeat is all I can hear, and I still haven’t quite figured out how to block the noise out. It’s distracting, and more than that, it’s a fucking weakness.
Faith pauses, and right when I’m bracing myself for the argument that’s inevitably going to ensue, she frowns. Taken aback, I sit up straight on the bed, looking at her. Her eyes drift from my face to all the blood bags around me.
“What are you doing?”
“Snacking.’’
She blinks. “Snacking on blood?”
I shrug. “It’s not like I can actually taste anything else. Besides, it’s been a while since I last fed.’’
Slowly, Faith approaches the bed. Her eyes are glued to the blood bags between my legs, stopping right at the edge of the bed. The golden irises brighten a shade, and the way her breathing becomes heavy, I can tell my girl is starving. With a smirk, I pop the lid open of one of the blood bags, offering it to her.
“Hungry?”
Greedily, Faith snatches it from my hands, and takes a seat between my legs, tossing the rest of the blood bags around the bed. Her back is turned to me, and her delicious scent makes it impossible for me to resist.
My hands wrap around her torso, pulling her toward me, until her back is flush against my chest. I dip my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. And suddenly, my life is easy.
Nothing else matters but this moment. Holding my little hunter in my arms feels as if I’m the richest person alive. Her heartbeat calms me, and the feeling of her body pressed against mine tightly is enough to mute out the voices in my head.
I lift my head from the crook of her neck, ever-so-slightly, glancing at the reflection in the mirror across from us. Heat pools in the pit of my stomach at one of the most beautiful, most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.
Faith is half-done with the blood bag, drinking as if her life depends on it. She squeezed it a little too tightly, still unable to hold back her strength, and created a couple of holes in the bag with her nails. The blood drips down her chin, falling onto her ample chest, and I cannot tear my eyes away.
A low moan comes from the deepest parts of my throat, one of my hands slowly running up her side, going up and down acouple of times. By the time Faith finishes with the blood, she forces herself out of the delirium blood provides, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror.
Her breath hitches, and my right hand slowly starts creating small patterns all over her thigh, almost mindlessly. Our eyes lock in the mirror, and neither of us wants to look away. Softly, I press a kiss to the mark on her neck, feeling her shiver under my lips.
“You know,’’ I murmur, keeping my voice sweet, soft. “We vampires feel everything heightened. What do you think happens when we receive pleasure, little hunter? Especially by our mate. I haven’t experienced it yet, but I’ve heard that it feels better than any drug ever could.’’
Faith swallows, the small hairs on her neck standing up straight. I chuckle against her neck, continuing to pepper kisses on the sensitive flesh.
Her pretty lips part slightly, and her eyes widen when my hand moves upward, gently caressing the underside of her chest. The dress itself isn’t designed to wear a bra with it, and given that Faith came here unprepared, I know she doesn’t have one. Especially not right now.
My right hand clutches the fabric of the dress on her thigh, lifting it up. Her thick thighs look so inviting — so fucking biteable. All I want to do is sink my teeth into the tender skin, to leave hickeys behind, to love and worship this beautiful body of hers.
“Ophelia,’’ she breathes out, and it sends shock waves directly to my core. I have to close my eyes for a couple of moments to compose myself, clenching my jaw to prevent myself from rushing this too much.
