Page 123 of The Vampire's Mercy
No.
Yes.
No.
Honey, honey, honey. Elf skin, a creature of beauty.
Desire drummed and drummed and drummed. A steady command to break free of my doubt and take him.
Goodness, did I want to take him.
He’s a killer…
“Fuck me, King.”
He makes the Heart of All weep…
“Fuck me!”
But he’s so beautiful…
“Just fuck me!”
His demands pounded in my skull, my cock aching, every part of me tense. And the honey tingled on my tongue, a key to open the restraints holding me back.
One lock clicked, then another, then another.
“Please, Silvanus. Please…”
I liked to hear him beg. Someone else used to do that. The golden-haired man. Yes. He begged me to fuck him, screaming my name.
Who was he? Why did I give myself to him?
My head swam with confusion, melted images swirling together in a mess of colors, making no sense.
Golden hair and passion.
Golden hair and…nothing. Nothing more there.
Frustration rumbled in my chest, my fingers digging harder into the elf’s flesh.
“Please…”
I can’t…
“Please…”
I can’t…
“Fuck me, you piece of shit!” he bellowed.
His insult broke the final restraint.
Grabbing the band of his jeans and underwear, I yanked them down to his ankles.
He panted, his bare ass now kissing the tip of my cock. The self-lubricating liquid mortals called precum oozed from it, spilling down the shaft. I slicked myself, watching the beads of sweat glimmer on his face. Blood stained his crop top, the puncture wounds from my bite already healing. A trait of the executioner blood, its various components a maelstrom of power in my belly.
“Please…” he whined, spreading his legs. “Please…”
