Page 27 of Hell's Queen

He looks up at me; his red eyes are dull and faded. “I’d rather die than be without you.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Drink.”

“I love you, Asura.”

I freeze at his words. I desperately wanted to hear them back then, but he never gave me that satisfaction. “If you love me, you won’t let yourself die. You never did.”

“I always starve myself until the last possible moment,” he mutters. “I deserve to feel this pain.”

My eyes water. “Please, don’t say that. It’s okay. You deserve to not feel bad.”

He shook his head, turning over. “I never asked or told you about any of this.” It hurts to even know he was just going to suffer this alone. I grab him, pushing my wrist to his mouth. He pulls away, coughing hard.

Fucking asshole. I start searching for something to cut myself with. Thorne coughs again; this time, I see crimson blood in his palm. My heart races. Is it too late? I’ve never seen him this bad before. I move to the bathroom and punch the mirror, shattering it. I grab a shard of glass and move back to him. He twists away from me, and I must straddle him to hold him down. This isn’t hard despite Thorne’s superhuman strength as a healthy vampire.

I hold his arms down with my knees before using the glass to slice my palm. He twists his head away, and I hold him in place, dripping blood right on his mouth.

His eyes widen, and the pupils shrink. Using his newfound strength, he tackles me onto my back. I gasp as he bares his fangs at me. He looks feral like he’s gotten a taste of blood for the first time. I try to escape, but his hands grab my thighs and pull me against him.

Stiffening, I feel his cock on me. It’s hard and pressing right against my core, confusing me. Then he sinks his teeth right into my shoulder, and I bite my tongue to keep from screaming. It hurts, and his iron grip holds me in place. He never gets a hard-on when he feeds from bags.

The pain soon fades, and familiar pleasure rushes me straight to my core. He sucks and begins grinding himself into me.

I moan, fisting his long white hair. My eyes close as euphoria hits me, making me grab his shoulder and wrap my legs around him. His tongue laps up the remaining blood as he pulls his teeth back. I almost thought he wasn’t going to stop.

“I need you,” he whispers, right against my ear. The moment he sits up, we are ripping each other’s clothes off, trying to feel that ecstasy again.

He adjusts me, so I align with him, and he doesn’t hesitate to slide into me. I must have been so wet because he went in with ease. He lets out a growl, grabs my shoulder, and fucks me like he never has before.

I drop my head back, crying out.

His grip tightens. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

I bite my bottom lip.

He doesn’t give me mercy, taking me like he always has. Our love has always been hot, fiery, and fast, as if we both needed this release from each other.

“Turn over,” he orders. But the moment he pulls from my pussy, he’s flipping me over and pushing my head onto the mattress. He enters me again, fucking into me.

My head spins by all the spots he’s hitting.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he growls.

“Me too,” I say breathlessly. My thighs close, making my pussy tighten on his long cock. I close my eyes, moaning into the mattress.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls until my back is against his chest. He thrusts up into me, grabbing a handful of my breast. His other hand holds my sternum to hold me up.

I moan out, twisting, so he can kiss me. Our tongues fight while our breath, spit, and sweat swap between us. He pulls back, moaning before he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. I reach behind me, digging my fingers into his hips until my body stiffens with pure ecstasy. I cry as my body succumbs to him, coming all over his cock.

He slams up into me, releasing all his cum into me, and it drips between us, down my thighs. He holds me close to him, sucking on my blood until my head spins. He’s never drunk so much.

“T-Thorne,” I whisper, and he pulls back, cursing. I collapse, and darkness overtakes me.

I wake up, I assume not too long later, to a cold cloth against my head and a loud, verbal fight. I frown, seeing Khazon and Ledger screaming at Thorne, and he is just taking it.

“Are you okay?” Hazen asks, and I look at him as the room silences.

Though I feel dizzy, even while lying down. My head is still on cloud nine, “I’m okay. Why?”

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